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| I'm gonna give this another shot. This time I'm actually attempting a somewhat serious poem, and we'll just see how it turns out.
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He lies in bed, trying to fall asleep,
That days tortured shriek still echoes in his head.
Shaking, cold, damp with sweat,
He steadily drifts off, gets some rest.
Six o'clock, sirens kick him from a dream,
Tears away the covers and yesterday's faliures,
This day won't be like the rest,
He's his own savior.
Walking through the world,
A peel off laughter rips right through him,
Lights his mind on fire and singes his soul,
All of the skeletons he's been keeping a lid on,
Suddenly begin to show.
He doesn't know why affects him,
It shouldn't be this way, he knows,
But it's tough to think straight,
With all the corpses at the door.
He makes it back home somehow,
Thinks it's exhaustion that gets him down,
He'll feel just as bad tommorrow morning.
Past mistakes and sins are drowning him,
All the shame and the faliures,
But tommorow won't be like the rest,
He can be his own savior.
Crawls back in bed the next day,
More shattered and broken than ever before,
Hasn't quite figured out just yet,
He's on the wrong side of the door.
The day after is mostly gone,
A little kid runs up to him and says:
"Hey mister, gonna carry that alone?
You've been hanging out with the zombies too long."
He faces the door and all his shame,
Tries to rip off each link of chain,
But no matter how hard he tries,
It's locked too tight, it'll never open.
His will's all gone,
He turns and walks away,
But he's not quite the same,
And as his knees hit the floor he whispers:
"Thy will be done," and turns around, expecting to see the same,
But there's a light shining through,
The door's wide open.
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I haven't thought of a title yet, I could use some help with that. It seems a little trite to me, but you have to start somewhere.
Gotta go to bed. Got work tomorrow. Gotta be fresh for the leering smiles of the customers.
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| There comes a time in a man's life when he has to ask himself certain questions. Questions like, "What is the meaning of life?" and "What am I doing to find out?" and "Why does it even matter if I can grow facial hair?"
Yes, ladies and pubescent boys, growing facial hair is a trait of a manly man. David had some, Sampson had some, Elishah (though very bald) too had some. So I've decided to "have some" too.
First off, you don't acutally "grow" a beard. When a guy says he's "growing" a beard, what he really means is, "I have stopped shaving." You ladies have no idea what it's like to wake up every morning and anticipate having to rub an extremely sharp knife all over your face. No, you women thankfully do not grow beards, (wait, let me qualify, they should not)
So my adventure began several weeks ago when I woke up and decided not to shave. After a few days, I was getting some pretty envious looks from some guys and some absolutely disgusted looks from some women. I knew I was on the right track. Though the itchy feeling was driving me crazy. I was scratching like mad. This was most apparent at work:
Customer: (walks up to my register) "Hi, I'm ready to check out--" (gets a good look at me) "--OH MY GOSH! IT'S A LEPER!"
A week later I discovered another downside to the beard. You see, I am not old enough to sell alchoholic products, yet I am blessed with an intelligent, mature face that has women swooning all around. The beard does not make me look younger.
Customer: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T OLD ENOUGH, YOU HAVE A BEARD. SELL ME MY ALCHOHOL JON!"
(my name is not Jon, but no one seems to care)
But there are some upsides:
1. Girls that are older than me think I am of marrigable age. Handy.
2. Some girls actually like facial hair.
3. Some guys become threatened by another guy with facial hair, causing their womenfolk to realize what jerks they are and come talk to me.
4. Some girls are equally digusted and fascinated by facial hair.
5. Do you see yet where this is going?
But to be honest, what really inspired me to grow the soup-catcher was another young man who had trouble growing his own. So I urge you who have the great ability to cover your face in a coarse, hairy growth, GROW IT AND GROW IT PROUDLY!
EDIT: And since everyone else is posting lyrics, I SHALL AS WELL!
Morning comes too early
and nighttime falls too late
And sometimes all I want to do
is wait
The shadow I've been hiding in
has fled from me today
I know it's easier to walk away
than look it in the eye
But I will raise a shelter to the sky
and here beneath this
star tonight I'll lie
She will slowly yield the light
As I awaken from the longest
night
Dreams are shaking
Set sirens waking up tired eyes
With the light the memories
all rush into his head
By a candle stands a mirror
Of his heart and soul she
dances
She was dancing through the night
above his bed
And walking to the window
he throws the shutters out
against the wall
And from an ivory tower hears
her call
"Let light surround you"
It's been a long, long time
He's had a while to think it over
In the end he only sees the
change
Light to dark
Dark to light
Light to dark
Dark to light
Heaven must be more than this
When angels waken with a kiss
Sacred hearts won't take the
pain
But mine will never be the same
He stands before the window
His shadow slowly fading from
the wall
And from an ivory tower hears
her call
"Let the light surround you"
Once lost but I was found
When I heard the stained glass
shatter all around me
I sent the spirits tumbling
down the hill
But I will hold this one on high
above me still
She whispers words to clear my mind
I once could see but now at last
I'm blind
I know it's easier to walk away
than look it in the eye
But I had given all that
I could take
And now I've only habits left
to break
Tonight I'll still be lying here
Surrounded in all the light
It's from Dream Theater's "Surrounded" which is an awesome song.
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| Ho yeah. This is a sweet quiz.
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| ARRRGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm waiting for the Silent Hill Movie to come out, dang it! I'll be watching it in almost excactly 24 hours and I can't wait! I've been watching it's progress for almost two years and I'm ready!
Three things could happen:
1. It could be a very horrible movie. This would be bad--in fact, it would be the worse thing that could possibly happen. A lot is riding on this movie, like whether or not video-game-to-movie adaptions will ever be any good. I've read some reviews and I highly doubt that this will happen. At least, I hope it doesn't.
2. It could be a huge success. You might think that this would be a good thing, but observe The Lord of the Rings. Thanks to the movies, LotR is no longer a geeky-fan field, but widespread across the world. It's more fun when it's just your thing and not when it's everybody elses, get what I mean? Again, I don't think this will happen. For Silent Hill--much like a David Lynch film, (see: Eraserhead)--only a die-hard fan will truly "get it."
3. It will please the fans (and friends of the fans), and nobody else will get it. This is most likely to happen. Already, fans are falling over in ecstatic joy over the pre-screenings of this movie and more mainstream audiences are left dumb-founded and only able to say, "Well . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . it was really violent."
If you, my dear readers, are in any doubt as to whether or not you should watch this movie, let me assure you; There is a villian with a cheese-grater for a head.
Awwwwww yeaaaaaaahhhhhh.
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| 7 Things to do before I die:
1) Be able to play the Ride the Lighting solo on guitar.
2) Beat Devil May Cry 3's "Dante Must Die" mode.
3) Become a doctor. Preferably a anethesioligist. If that's not the correct spelling, don't correct me. Hulk smash, Hulk bash, get what I'm saying?
4) Convince a girl (or more likely, the girl's father) to get/let her married. To me, if possible.
5) Beat up a man that's taller then me. Or, at least, with a larger shoe size.
6) Purchase all the Dream Theater albums.
7) Eat some curry. The true Japanese kind. Not that wimpy American stuff.
7 Things I can't do:
1) Burb very well.
2) Play the Dorian Mode.
3) Play the Myxlodian Mode.
4) Play any of the Modes.
5) Help but sniffing tennis ball cans.
6) Listen to either Emo or Country music.
7) Help but loving cats.
7 Things that (will) attract me to my (wo)man:
1) Cleverness.
2) Glasses.
3) Long hair. Or really short hair. I like either of those. But shoulder-length is out.
4) Love of nature.
5) Humility. Kind of rare, if you ask me. (Ouch!)
6) Patients. Woops, I mean "Patience."
7) Ability to love. Not just me, but everyone.
7 Things I say:
1) "Short stuff."
2) "Frakkin'."
3) (To a girl:) "Hey you. Yeah, you. No, I mean you. Do you want to dance?"
4) "The plot of Lost is simple: A bunch of beautiful people are stranded on an island together and forced to eek out a meager living on a wonderful beach paradise. What horrors await them?"
5) "Silent Hill . . . . . . blah blah blah blah, et all."
6) "Well, that could've worked better."
7) "But in all seriousness . . . . "
7 Books I've recently read or am reading:
1) Bible.
2) Cell - Stephen King
3) Never Give In!: The Best of Winston Churchill's speeches - Compiled by Winston Churchill's grandson.
4) The Real Lincoln - Some dude who likes the Confederates
5) The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
6) The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower - Stephen King
7) Jeremiah - Forgot the guy's name
7 Movies I like pretty well:
1) Princess Monoke
2) The Usual Suspects
3) The Hidden
4) Spirited Away
5) Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey
6) Alien
7) Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heaven's Door
7 People to tag:
1) no1!!!!!!
2) i dunt wunt 2 tag nobudy
3) wut kind of qeustion iz thiz?!?!?!?!
4) maybe i shuld learn engrish
5) ok ok ok this has gone on looonnggg enough
6) prezident BUSH is teh evil!!!!!!!!!
7)
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