| Justifying Evil Sacrifices Serenety! Part 2. |
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...blood now pours out from his mouth. He slumps to the floor and gasps for air. His skin grows cold and darkness begins to shroud his eyes. The sound of laughter echoes in his ears and then he floats in silent darkness...
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"....IT........IS........AS.......IT HAPPENED!" The familiar voice of MECCA wakes him from the trance. ".....THERE'S......STILL....MORE....FOR.....YOU....TO..FULLY....UNDERSTAND!"
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...floating again in complete darkness. Silent at first, but then a quiet whisper, something so far away yet so familiar. He struggles to make it out.
"...are you..."
He tries to move but can't seem to find the strength.
"...you..."
The voice seems a bit closer now. Suddenly in the eternal darkness he sees a very small and very faint light. Within seconds he is pulled towards it like a moth to the flame.
"who are you?" the voice now very clear.
He blinks and tries to focus his eyes on the figure before him. The blinding light of the rising sun only allows him to see her silhouette. He raises his hand to shade his eyes. He sees her. Time stops for what seems an eternity and his heart sinks. He has reached this moment, he knows where it leads, and most importantly he truly begins to understand.
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| Justifying Evil Sacrifices Serenety! Part 1. |
[24 Jul 2009|08:12pm] |
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He wakes and with a daze begins to look around. He can't quite remember anything, nothing looks familiar. One thing he does realize is that he is in what seems a medieval castle dungeon. He tries to move but his arms and legs have been chained to the wall. He tries to remember how he got here? Where 'here' is? And most importantly, Who he is?
'Who he is?' That thought stopped him in his tracks...
"...IT.....S E E M S...YOU.....A R E....L E A R N I N G...", echoes MECCA.
*SNAP*
Pain shoots up through his bones so fast that he can't even scream. Before he can even begin to complain, or comprehend, his entire body goes numb. Suddenly, he remembers how he got to the place he now finds himself at. He also remembers where he is. Finally, he remembers exactly who 'he' is.
He calls upon his inner rage, as his eyes begin to glow crimson. Without any effort he rips the chains out of the wall. Soon after, he hears the hurried footsteps of guards coming toward him. He blends into the darkness and takes the advantage. Two guards rush in, but stop short. He lunges at both of them, severing both their heads with his razor sharp claws. He runs out and heads straight to the throne room of this castle.
Within minutes, and a bloody trail of dead guards, he finds himself tearing at the doors to the throne room. To his surprise, the doors open quite easily. Throwing caution to the wind he steps in. He already sees his target. She looks at him and grins.
"I see you got my, *giggles*...gift!" she says in a hypnotic sultry voice.
"I WILL KILL YOU FAIRY!!!" he growls furiously.
She laughs, and as she does, it echoes throughout the room creating a dizzying effect. He recovers only in time to find her claws inches from his neck. He grabs hold of her demonic arms and manages to twist her to the ground. She parries by rolling under him and throwing him over her head. He flies through the air and lands with a powerful thud.
"You've learned some new tricks. Let me guess from who. Is he here fairy?" he asks as he jumps back to his feet.
"And why should I tell you? My little king." she giggles again.
Taking the opportunity, he picks her up by her arms and pins her against the wall.
"WHERE IS HE?" he screams at her astonished face.
"Uhhh!...b..e..hind........you..." she says with a smirk.
He turns only to find an arrow pierce right through him. Looking up at his enemy, he releases the giggling fairy.
"DEMONSBANE!" he screams as he runs at him.
Dark Fairy, not wasting the opportunity jumps on his back and pierces his neck with her poison claws. He stumbles and falls to his knees. Usually, demon venom would not affect him so quickly. After all he is the king of these creatures. Then why...
He looks down and realizes that the arrow in his abdomen is made of pure light. More importantly, he realizes that the arrow is draining his dark energy. He tries to shake the poison off. He tries to stand but finds himself struggling. He knows the poison wont kill him but he finds himself at Demonsbane's mercy. A place he does not want to be. Demonsbane steps toward him and lifts his head so they can see eye to eye.
"King Crow, finally face to face!" Demonsbane grins. "Your devoted disciples fight. They fight for their king. They fight for their queen. They fight for their kingdom. They fight and die! For you see, darkness will never win against the divine justice of light."
"...I...will...kill..you!" King Crow, manages to say.
"I don't think so. You are not capable of such in your current state. Besides, what will that accomplish? You think you can save you queen? Your beloved Queen Saturn? HAAAA! Allow me to let you in on a little secret. Your queen was not dead when you last saw her. In fact, by you coming here and waging war, you allowed Hyperion Mistress the perfect opportunity to finally kill your precious Queen Saturn. HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA!" he laughs as he readies another arrow. "And now it is your turn to die...oh, and if you're wondering if you'll see her in the afterlife, I wouldn't count on it. This time you don't get Hell, nor Heaven, nor Purgatory. This time you will be sent to Oblivion, where you will wander alone for all eternity. HAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAA!"
The arrow flies through the air. Within seconds it finds it's target...
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| Cold Metal |
[21 Oct 2008|09:42pm] |
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When the dust finally settles he begins to look around to see what had happened. Floating above his head was a gigantic metal sphere. He suddenly realizes that his companion, the entity that had led him out into this forsaken place, was gone. Giving up on the search for the humanoid dog, he now turns his glowing eyes towards the floating sphere. The rays of the sun beam down on its smooth surface and nearly blind him. Before he can even begin to gather his thoughts to form his first question, a tiny beep turns into a deafening ear piercing shriek of grinding metal. As soon as the noise stops a robotic woman stands in front of him. She is made completely of metal and wire, in fact, her hair is still attached to the floating sphere like hundreds of umbilical cords.
"...I...AM...M E C C A..." she says in a completely robotic, synthesized voice. Cold and detached, yet somewhat soothing and tranquil. Just as he is about to introduce himself, one of the many hair tendrils detaches from the sphere and pierces through his skull and into his brain...
silence...
darkness...
coldness...
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death...
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| Colombian Independence Day! |
[20 Jul 2008|02:03am] |
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Today is Colombian Independence Day and here is a little info on the country that is so horribly referred to as drug capital of the world.
Colombia won it's Independence from Spain on July 20th, 1819 by rebellion leader and first president of Colombia, Simon Bolivar. It is the 26th largest nation in the world and the 4th largest in South America. Ecologically, Colombia is considered to be among 17 of the most mega-diverse countries in the world. Having a wide diversity of flora and fauna that is found nowhere else, it's main exports are of course coffee, as well as, flowers, fruits, textiles, grains, gold, emeralds, sugar, and many other things you might be surprised to find around your house. It's political arena has been in complete chaos thanks to the drug cartels and the guerrillas that threaten Colombia's way of life. Although, in recent years there have been improvements and the economy has begun to rise for the first time in years. Colombia, being the only South American country that has a border on both the Caribbean Sea and the Pacific Ocean is also beautifully diverse in it's geography. From sandy white beaches to snowy mountain tops, you can find beauty at every corner. The most beautiful of all is it's people.
Here's a video of the Colombian national anthem with some scenery of Colombia.
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| Wasteland |
[22 Jun 2008|02:44am] |
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It had been days, weeks, maybe months that he had been lead into this barren desert by this dog headed creature. The Jackal, although a bit confusing, made perfect sense out of it all. He told Cryonyx of his past and how they knew of each other. It wasn't just mere chance that the two would meet. It was just a matter of time.
"WE hAvE A lOng hIstOry, yOU And I." the Jackal grinned. "bUt, In OrdEr tO UndErstAnd, yOU mUst fIrst sEE hEr."
"Her?" Cryonyx pondered. "Who exactly is this 'her' you speak of?"
"ShE hAs AlsO ExIstEd fOr mAny lIfEtImEs. I gUEss In A wAy yOU cOUld sAy shE Is A chrOnIclEr. ShE hAs sEEn EvErythIng." the Jackal smiled.
The bright sun now at it's highest peak rained down an unrelenting heat that scorched the dry sand beneath the travelers feet. Surprisingly though, the two seemed not the least bit bothered by it. In fact, much to Cryonyx's own surprise his black metal wings were still cool to the touch.
"What is this place any..." Cryonyx turned to the Jackal.
"Shhhhh!" the Jackal stopped and raised his clawed hand. "WE ArE vEry nEAr."
Suddenly, the ground began to violently shake and split open. The sand itself seemed to come alive as it began to fly up into the sky. Soon the sun was completely shielded by the sandstorm as the two travelers tried to maintain some kind of footing while avoiding the cracks that had split the ground beneath them. Just as the small quake began to subside a shiny object began to come out of the sand. Cryonyx looked in awe as the shiny object soon became a giant mechanical sphere hovering over them...
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| Cryonyx and the Jackal |
[24 Dec 2007|12:20am] |
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His physical metamorphosis now complete, the once black winged angel now stood. With shiny new black metal demon wings, crimson glowing eyes, long black hair, bleach white skin, fangs, and claws where fingernails once were. Wearing only black leather pants and chains for a belt. He smiles to himself as he notices his new features in the reflection of a nearby pool of water. A voice suddenly speaks from behind him, "prEtty, prEtty!"
"Who are you?" he quickly responds as he turns to see who it could be...
...nothing, silence. He looks around with confusion.
"nO, nO, nO, thE qUEstIOn Is whO ArE yOU?" the voice cackles almost in his ear.
"what?" he turns to see his reflection again, and begins to think.
"KIng CrOw? PErhAps CrOwlEE?" again the voice creeps up his spine followed by another hellish cackle. "nO, nO, nO, thAt's nOt yOU, mAybE OncE, bUt nO mOrE."
"who am I?" he looks deeper into the reflection.
Mad laughter fills the air now, "I knOw whO yOU ArE..hAA-hAA-hAA-AAAh! lOOk dEEpEr!"
Beginning to get annoyed at this creature with no face the once black winged angel turns with a roar, "THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ASKING ME?"
"hAA-hAA-hAA-AAAh! I dIdn't Ask yOU, pErhAps yOU AskEd yOUrsElf, yEs, yEs, yEs!" the voice laughs above him.
He turns his attention back at his reflection again...after a few moments of silence a word begins to form on his lips, "cry...cry...cryo.."
"cryOnyx! thAt's rIght. hAA-hAA-hAA-AAAh!" says the voice now breathing down his neck.
"Cryonyx? Is that who I am? It does have some familiarity to it. Cryonyx." he turns quickly hoping to catch this trickster. Standing in front of him was this creature that resembled more of a dog than a human. Clad in a ragged, torn, and worn black leather cowboy outfit. This creature smiled with a wide grin and a crazed look in his eyes.
"Anu..."
"AnUbIs! mAybE OncE, bUh..."
Cryonyx grabs the dog headed creature by the throat, "GOTCHA!!!" He begins to laugh.
"wAIt, dOn't...I mE...An...*choke*...frIEnd..." the dog-man gasps.
Cryonyx lets him go, "friend? what?"
"I...*cough*...I...*cough*...*cough*...I Am...I Am yOUr frIEnd" the creature falls to his knees.
"who are you? and how do I know your name?" Cryonyx glares down at the creature.
"...*cough*...I hAvE A lOt tO ExplAIn..." the dog gasps as he begins to get up. "bUt, cAll mE jAckAl...I Am AnUbIs...nO mOrE"
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| An Old Friend Visits! |
[28 Nov 2007|07:43pm] |
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He sits there in the moonlight. Not thinking about anything in particular. Just letting the night breeze brush his cold dark skin. His metallic wings folded against his back. "Aah, the cold touch of steel." He thinks to himself as he lets out a smile. His eyes glowing in the darkness, he leaps down from the tree branch that he is perched on. He falls gracefully and quietly. Almost deathly quiet, and when he lands, not a sound is made. He blends perfectly with the darkness, the only thing giving him away is the soft glow of his crimson eyes. He walks through the shadows almost as if he were one himself.
He walks for miles it seems, and finally comes upon a sandy beach. He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of the waves.
"So, do you understand now?" a voice echoes.
He smiles again, "I have always understood. I have always known. And I already see what the future brings."
"I will be here when you need me." the voice echoes again.
"I appreciate it, but I don't think I will need you anytime soon." he opens his glowing crimson eyes again, and sees the last remnant of light left from the being.
He spreads his wings and jumps into the dark night sky. He flies through the air as fast as he can. Pure adrenaline pumping through his bloodstream. He looks down at the vast ocean spread beneath him.
"Oh, I understand indeed." He begins to chuckle to himself.
"I UNDERSTAND THAT IF I AM TO BE WITH NO ONE BUT MYSELF, THEN I AM GOING TO LIVE FOR NO ONE BUT MYSELF!!!" He screams into the darkness, as his maniacal laughter thunders in the sky.
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| Black Metal |
[09 Jan 2007|11:11pm] |
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Almost as if on que another pain takes hold of him...this one tears through his mind. Shattering all thought, the world stops and everything goes black and white. Wide eyed and in complete shock the once black winged angel feels the truest of pains, a pain worse than that of loss, a pain worse than dying, a pain worse than any ever uttered or imagined. This kind of pain is one from within an echo of a dream that became a horrible nightmare with time. The inner demons trying to rip the flesh, break away from the prison. Pent up anger, bottled up emotion...these are just a few of the things that fuel the rage. The taste of blood now fills his mouth, the light in his eyes is now gone. Where is the mermaid that kept him safe...where is that ocean that he loved...the wind that he soared on...gone! The most horrible, deafening scream cannot compare to this noise coming from this creature...the angel has died...completely...the once demon king has resurfaced, refreshed, and resurrected. Wings tear through the flesh of the already bleeding back. These new wings create a shadow so wide, and everything the shadow covers becomes dead and gray. Even sunlight seems to bend away from these wings made of pure black metal...
...the scream slowly becomes sinister laughter, the light from the sun vanishes and lightning fills the sky. Pure darkness envelopes everything, red glowing eyes is all that can be seen.
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| Watch the sky for me! |
[21 Dec 2006|01:16am] |
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If none of this makes sense to you then don't worry...but...if it does...if it does...it does!
It's a movie that I've already seen, I can't wait to see it! I already have the soundtrack, I can't wait to buy it! We already know the end! Do we? The eye that sees it all and sees nothing at all. An irony within an irony. Nothing is coincidence. Everything happens for a reason and it can't happen any other way. Cause and effect. A puzzle within a riddle. No beginning, no end. Going on forever, but there is no forever. Your mother is trying to wake you up...ever feel like you're still dreaming? Watch the animals, watch the weather, watch the world but close your eyes when you do it. You are truly alive when you are dead. A different face but the words never change. He's been here before. We are the cure. Welcome to Zom Zom's. Seven. Deja vu. 10/29/06
Down in the Park!
Time to wake up!
Wake up!
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| The Dark Side |
[01 Aug 2006|04:05am] |
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The black winged angel had been sleeping for so long now that he couldn't really remember the last time he had seen the sun. As he rose from the comfortable bed he had made the night before, he felt a hunger like none he'd felt before. Soon the hunger became a growing pain, starting slowly in his intestines, working its way up towards his stomach, and finally attacking his sides. No longer able to sustain the pain, he fumbles through the brightness of daylight trying to stay focused and find himself some food. Dizziness quickly takes grip and he finds himself staring at the ground. "What is this?", he finds himself pondering as he tries to shake the dizziness, "This can't be hunger...it feels like something is trying to tear itself out of me." The pain, fully paralyzing his body, pulls him toward the ground. Suddenly the entire forest seems so loud, the shrieking of the birds becomes deafening. The ground seems to be spinning without an end, and the sun becomes blindingly bright. He begins to shake, and all the angel can do at this moment is wrap his wings around himself and try to focus on staying conscious. The silent shroud of darkness soon closes his eyes and the world seems to have stopped.
After what seems to be an eternity, he finally feels that he can begin to move again, he hears the birds chirping, feels the warmth of the sun, and begins to wonder if he is dead or alive. He gets up and finds that the pain is gone. Looking around for an answer he soon finds it in what appears to be bloody black wings laying on the ground. On instinct he quickly reaches around and notices that the wings are his own. "What? What happened to me?" With confusion, he looks at what used to be his wings..."they're not just laying there, someone or something put them there in that..." Coming to the realization he steps back to get a better view. Cold fear bites into him like some hungry beast relentless and unwilling to let go. On the ground before him is the image of a crow with his wings as if they were the bird's own.
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| Crystal Palace Memorial |
[15 Dec 2005|08:51pm] |
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The warmth of the bright sun was filling the dark angel with energy. He flies higher than he had ever remembered flying before. He feels so free, so full of life. A bright glimmer catches his eye as well as his curiosity. Something near the horizon reflecting the sun's rays, inviting him to investigate. He smiles that devilish smile and without any further thought flies straight towards the captivating object. As soon as his feet touch the ground a strange feeling begins to surface. Not a feeling of dread or malicious intent but a feeling of sadness or maybe something else. Pushing the feeling aside, he looks up at the magnificent structure before him. A sparkling Palace made of pure crystal. Walls so perfectly clear yet nothing could be seen inside, a true marvel and an intriguing puzzle to solve. Instinct guiding him, he opens the doors without any hesitation or, surprisingly enough, any resistance at all. As he pushes the doors open he looks in. His footsteps echoing off the crystal walls like the soft music of chimes blowing in the wind. The touch of the walls was cold and dry, and as delicate as they may seem to the eye he could tell they were stronger than any stone or metal. For some reason he knows this place, he closes his eyes and tries to think but nothing comes to mind. He walks into the vast and empty hall, and as he begins to say hello he is automatically stopped by his instincts, nobody would answer him. He could tell this place had been abandoned for a very long time, the cobwebs had been piling up for ages. As he begins to walk down the main hallway he constantly has to bat away a few of the cobwebs away. He comes up on one of the first rooms and as he opens the huge door an overwhelming gasp seems to fill his lungs. As if the magnificence of this crystal palace wasn't enough, here stood a room full of magnificent mirrors. Not the kind of mirrors you would see in a fun house but grand mirrors full of magic and enchantment. Again the feeling of familiarity fills his head, a bit stronger now but definitely there. Something about this place is tugging at his brain like the whole palace is trying to say something to him. He continues on through the majestic hallways and with every room the feelings grow stronger. And with that familiar feeling another feeling begins to grow as well, a feeling of pure sadness. Something had happened here, and somehow he was involved. Finally he comes upon the grandest of all the rooms, the imperial throne room, such an impressive site. This room definitely held a very commanding and royal presence at some point. A chivalrous king, or perhaps a great and noble queen. As the dark angel takes his first step into the room he is thrown down onto his knees. Clutching his head, it begins to fill with memories of a long ago King, his beautiful queen and all of his royal court. Memories of merry moments, laughter, joy, happiness, a kingdom united and free. More memories begin to flood his mind, epic battles with vicious monsters, betrayal, evil incarnate, and finally the tragic end of it all. A dead queen and a king destroyed by his own darkness, sent back to hell and torn to shreds. No longer king of the dark worlds or any kingdom for that matter. A kingdom long forgotten, blood and tears spilled, never to be remembered. Locked and stored in the darkness of eternity.
Tears staining the dark angels dirty face, he finally stands up and with a heavy heart walks to the now empty thrones. "I understand now..."
He walks out to the open field, leaving the forgotten Palace behind him. As he takes to the sky, a thought comes to mind and a smile to his face.
In the empty Palace Throne room, the lonely thrones still stand. And to any other with an untrained eye would tell nothing out of the ordinary. But if you look closer to each throne there is a carving.
"Long live King Crow"
"Long live Queen Saturn"
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| Lost Privacy! |
[14 Dec 2005|11:00pm] |
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I have recently made a few changes to my lj so from now on if you are not on my friends list then you will not be reading my lj. The change had to be made because of certain prying eyes...I know you're reading this...I really didn't think that I would have to do this ever but it seems some people just can't help but stir up drama. Anywho, if you want to be added to my friends list just know that you will be put through a series of scans before you will be added. That is all.
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| Contemplative Reflection |
[21 Nov 2005|11:57pm] |
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It had been a while since the dark angel had had a moment of silence, a moment of peace, a moment to reflect upon himself. After all, he was having the time of his life and had completely forgotten about himself and the world around him altogether. Oblivious to the fact, an imperative and obvious fact at that, that no matter how he denied it, it would always lay there in the back of his mind, lingering. And now that he had finally tasted heaven in so many different ways, he began to wonder if tragedy would ever knock at his door again. Anger began to seep into his mind once more, desperation, and the icy cold bite of loneliness. For the fact remained, and that fact is, that no matter how much he shared and loved his one and only, the mermaid that truly loved him in return, time was against them. It always had been, and no amount of love could ever change that. Time would one day separate them, perhaps not in the sense of love, but in the physical form. He knew that one day he would not be able to hold her in his arms and feel her warmth. He knew that one day those bright eyes that he adored with all of his might would one day close and never open again. He would never again share a laugh or a smile with her.
Powerless, a feeling he knew all too well. Life is a bit too cruel, and everyday was just a step closer and a reminder of that ultimate end that would inevitably come. The more he thought about the outcome the more he realized that this is the only time he had, and that he wasn't going to waste it. He came to the conclusion that he would love her like each day was the last. He would share with her as much as he could and give her all of himself, blindly, selfless, and without restraint. A smile began to grow on his somber face and his heart began to beat at a faster rhythm. Who knows? Maybe, with just enough love and some luck, they might just actually beat time, maybe even death, and every odd that is thrown at them. They had come this far in such a short time and they were still indestructible. Perhaps life wasn't as cruel. Perhaps they alone hold the key to a life that never ends, through their undying love. Only time can tell...
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| Feathers and Scales |
[04 Aug 2005|10:29pm] |
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And on and on the black winged angel flies. Touching the lives of many yet leaving everything untouched. Shrouded by darkness, hiding the inner demons that haunt his deepest dreams. But he has found something now, something that has him spellbound, mystified, entranced. Something he longed for. Something without description, blind love, pure love, unconditional love. A mermaid carries his name, and he flies higher than he has ever flown before. His black wings once a sign of darkness and loneliness now resemble a certain purity. He hears her call and with haste he dives into the depths of her vast ocean home. They hold each other for a few moments, yet it is like an eternity to them. You see, to them the world seems to vanish, water becomes air, air becomes water, up becomes down, down becomes up. They just simply float in a wonderful world where only their love is true. He smiles at her and takes her hand as he races towards the surface. There under the tropical sun they have found happiness at last. Through all the pain, the scars, and the tears they have finally found each other. She looks at him, he gazes back and smiles. "So, tell me, if a bird and a fish were to fall in love where would they live?" he playfully asks her. Splashing at him she smiles back and says, "if air is water and water is air, just as up is down and down is up, then we can live anywhere we want for through our love we can do anything."
The sun begins to set as they lay together on the sandy beach. She twirls her fingers in his hair as he holds her. "How did you know that I was referring to us?" he asks. She giggles at him, "there are things you say with your lips love, and things you say with your heart." Soon the stars come out and they drift together into their world of fluid emotion and raw passion, a love that will last forever.
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| A Star Finally Shines |
[30 Sep 2004|11:35am] |
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Tomorrow, I will be performing at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I will be playing the part of Dr. Scott.
Anywho, lately, for the strangest reason I've had this sudden urge to write a song. The last time I wanted to do this was in high school. Then again the motivator is the same and hence it makes some sense. I am going to work on this song and perhaps I will post it here.
Truth: I am in a state of confusion at the moment. I've had this feeling of utter loneliness recently and no matter what I do I can't seem to shake it off. I feel like a horrible person because it has gotten to the point of heavy drinking and continuous cigarette smoke. The only way I fall asleep now is by heavy drinking otherwise I am awake for hours. Last night I was up until 7 am. I couldn't go to sleep, that bed seemed so empty. So, what do I do to get some sleep? I begin to chug on a bottle of rum, it's always there, it has become my companion, my best friend. I feel like shit...is there anyone out there worth loving anymore.
Should I even keep putting on this mask, this fake smile. You are the only one that knows the truth, through our emails. Sweet lips, I just want to die...
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| Running Eyeliner |
[18 Sep 2004|12:58pm] |
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And so I have chosen to live in this world. Flying in the night sky alone. Even thought I long for the warmth of another being, I have chosen to turn my heart to ice. At least, until I meet someone that can melt my heart and show me that love is worthwhile again. Rain begins to pour from the heavens and the cold wind begins to pick up. Winter is near, and for the first time I welcome it with open arms. I float down to the ground below and begin to walk as the rain soaks through my clothes and onto my cold skin. As I pass the dark alleys full of whores and homeless, I light a cigarette and continue to walk without a set course. The rain getting heavier now, begins to pound at my face like little needles falling from the sky. The cigarette burns out and I toss it carelessly onto the empty street. Lightning strikes, and in the quick flash I catch a glimpse of her. She is smiling, she is happy. I spread my wings, catching the wind underneath them I begin to fly up, over her head, and into the low, black clouds in the sky. A black feather slowly floats down and lands in a puddle next to her feet, she will never know it was there. And thus, I shall continue on night after night, without a sense of direction, to fly in the sky above alone and empty.
The End
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