Cold

Cold in a mental state, cold in a physical sense. Snow numbs my fingers, so the flesh scoured the snow as the snow ripped the flesh. In a matter of a half a second, snow again rebounds and burns flesh. Snow's white, like paper... A message was written on that snowball.

Whizzing towards someone's head, a quarter of a second screams at me. That was cold, dude. That's just cold... Regret.

Whizzing towards someone's head, an eighth of a second screams at me. Your an ass. You don't deserve love, you don't deserve warmth... Resentment.

Whizzing towards someone's head, a sixteenth of a second screams at me. Take it back, say sorry. They don't deserve it, you ass... Riot.

Water etched regret, resentment, and riot into my thick skull. Cold water, freezing water scourns my flesh...


I got what I deserved.

Life's cold, man.. Life's cold.

FUN

To much fun, excitement, and Chinese food. I want a dumpring. Yeah.

Sorry

Ignorance

Main Entry: ig·no·rance

Pronunciation: \ˈig-n(ə-)rən(t)s\

Function: noun

Date: 13th century

: the state or fact of being ignorant : lack of knowledge, education, or awareness

It surrounds me. I'm forced to succumb to it, or it'll tear my heart wide. Coming from everyone, everything some way or another strictly prohibits me from beaming accusations. Hearing it, seeing it, feeling it, knowing it. That's part of life I guess.

My sister mostly, or any other sibling for that matter. Ignorance is carved into her forehead. As it is into mine.

Ew, your so stupid! Your stupid stupidy stupendessly stupid!

She doesn't fight back, because inside she loves me.

Ignorance.

She doesn't fight back. Doesn't deserve...

Ignorance.

No one can escape it's thoroughly worn net. My forehead burns while the skin twists and turns, a vacuum that slays all thoughts. One thought remains, I'm the ignorant one. The only thing that should be carved on my sister's head is love.

That's ignorance.

Vim

Earlier today, Vim screamed to emerge...

Competition boils within my body, and my friends. That's how our friendship works... But that's the whole goal for it, competition. Competition to better, to face, to destroy the opposing ally... But the aggression swelled in my head. As it also did in theirs...

Anger rose, but I couldn't turn it into something better... I thought to myself, Vim, Vim, Vim.
Vim came after the competition, but Vim still lives...

Sith

Peace is a lie; there is only passion.

Through passion, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

-The Code of the Sith

There's logic in this, as well as it's connection to my goals. Lately I've been steamed, but it's casual. Lower and lower I go into a wreckage of mutilated words and scraped illustrations. Right now, school's neither my assailant or my ally. Today, not a song was stuck in my head, but this code.

There are no white flags to be waved, only the marauding wail of a Sith's lightsaber at the whimsy body of the school. Not only the school, but everything I do, such as "cromequaz" and the newspaper. All I can sense, is that aggression is key.

To me, this is gonna help...

Think by the code...
Breath by the code...
Live by the code...

Peace wasn't really there, there's always some how corruption some place or another. It seems nice to think that passion will grab it's place. Who said you can't be passionately striving for mental and physical peace? But to strive I need aggression. An aggression to grasp those goals in my hands...

Think by the code...
Breath by the code...
Live by the code...

You could also call me Darth Vim...

;)

Chocolate Mirrors

Gluttony. Is there a good side to it? Not really, because I feel the effects. Chocolate, mirrored chocolate from the ninth circle of a magical elf tree is flowing boldly around my body. And I look over to see my sister and she sees no remorse, remorse is for the dead.

But if remorse is for the dead, than why is my stomach mutilated? Remorse, pain, gluttony. The mirrored colors scream happiness, chocolate, and more happiness. All along, I've looked in mirrors and been disgusted or excited.

Maybe mirrors are only good for one thing only...

Chocolate.

~Fluffy Vaccine~

I spent most of my mid-winter vacation inside, mentally and physically. Day after day was spent with my eyes lurking a flickering, hopeless screen. I lounged lazily in a sapphire, and coarse chair. My thumbs aimlessly twiddled with a rusted joy stick. The TV screen wailed failure at every mash of a button.

That's the inside.

Once I stepped out of my bulging SUV, I perished in the boasting sun. My body, and my mind. What I'd missed, oh boy! My brain is blanched by reminders and pestering quotes. "Yah should of gone out! Look what you've missed! Look e here lad! Yer missed a bucket o' fun!"

Sometimes I can be a dark person, and sometimes I'm fluffy and stupid. Don't blame me, I just am. Just like fluffy people can get really dark, I can get really fluffy. Despite that, I think that maybe if I go outside more, the outer rim of what my normal world is will be given a vaccine. All of the other personalities staring down at me, molding me to be fluffy.

The dark can scare anyone. In fact, the outside has been such a good vaccine, that I proved it scientifically.

;)

Mr. Woody

Prior to me going into a flimsy rant of confusion and choleric insults towards a chunky TV, Tiger Woods released these words from his mouth.

"Please leave my wife and kids alone."

Well, Tiger, look who's talking! I'm not one for personal relationships and affairs, but you put yourself in that big dark hole. I'm amazed that he hasn't realized that not many things can fix what he did to his wife and children. Even I slept with Tiger for Pete's sake! ( Just kiddin!) To me, Tiger's attempt to make himself look noble was a pitiful vomit of stressed apologies. Sad to say, he's probably not going to recover, especially with that released footage of him wailing his throat out at nine year old kids who wanted to take a picture of him.


Sad, just sad.

Quote O' Creative

"Just keep on letting the music flow. Anything creative in your life has ebbs and flows. I have gone for one or two years without ANY painting and then somehow when I start again, the painting is deeper and richer .....your creative atoms need to REST sometimes...also there are cycles of IMPUT which can be very passive and meditative when you receive information....and then there are cycles of OUTPUT.....every artist experiences this....also you find the same rhythms and patterns with your writing. There is a time for meditation and receptiveness and a time for creative output.
Just let it FLOW...."

-Nina Von Eckart, 1940-

Enough said.

Help?

I need help. To help myself though, not from others because there's a load of contradictions between one and another.

You see, I've seperated myself from my music. My music was my music to feed my soul, my mind. Something about life came and tore it away...

The music binds with web after web of complications, but I can't feel the effect. It's there, but hidden behind what seems to be a fog. There's a fog from what I used to be, there what I am at the moment. It's difficult for me not to argue with myself, I'm trying to feed for my greater good but I'm in a muzzle.

Back and forth goes the un-sanded anchor into my soul. In and out. I need to help myself. I need to keep the anchor in, for my happyness! The quality of life hasn't lived up to it's pre-molded expectations. It's funny how music will mold life, but life will mold music as well.

So far my life has molded the music I hear. From a point on in 2009, the music molded me.

I guess I'm an unfinished project, but isn't everyone? Helping myself isn't the case, it's molding myself that's been the problem.

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief" An Olympian Fail- Kind of A Spoiler-

As a fan of the popular "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" book series, I was prompted to see the movie. I went today, and walked out disgusted. The plot was all wrong, the character reference was sketchy, and it pushed the borderlines of what the book really was. Honestly, Rick Riordan should be furious with Christopher Columbus.

First of all, the plot in this feature was all mixed up. First of all, there were no "Persephone's Pearls" in the book, yet most of the movie's adventure was to obtain them. Second of all, Ares had no role in the movie at all. Sadly, the climax fight scene was Percy vs Luke in the Big Apple, not Percy vs Ares all the way in LA. Ares was supposed to be a huge character, seeing that he was the one who tricked Percy, Annabeth, and Grover by putting Zeus's bolt in the backpack. Another huge aspect is the fact that Percy had no control of his water bending powers in the book, but was able to do amazing things with the water in the movie. Him carrying those powers in his pocket altered the course of the fight scenes, and making them almost artificial. These things are scary, so to say that the title's the only thing that the movie and book have in common.

"The Lightning Thief" had some travesties when it came to characters. Obviously the age of the character's comes up. The book says that Annabeth and Percy are twelve, and in the movie they're about fifteen to seventeen. Some other things come along concerning appearance. Annabeth has brown hair in the movie yet she has blond hair in the book. The Olympians are naturally fifteen feet tall in the book, but forty feet tall in the movie. As well as appearance is the question if the character's even in the movie. Ares wasn't there, Dionysus wasn't, Clarisse wasn't even there! The lack of character similarities partially takes away from the mood and tone, something I don't like.

Something was pushed in this movie, something important. The whole prospect was pushed! There was a massive sexual innuendo in the movie. Persephone commented on Grover, to whom she'd been flirting with. *"I've never had satyr before... in my home"* she said. Mixed with her wearing a tight dress and Grover staying in the underworld while Hades was out cold, you could tell what was happening. Also, while the group stayed in the Lotus Hotel, they gambled, practically ate shrooms (Lotus Flowers- a kind of desert plated and served to party-goers), Grover got jiggy with some models, and danced to Lady Gaga and Ke$ha. So was this really a part of the book being altered, or a huge advertisement? I say a huge advertisement, seeing that this was a movie that was supposed to be based on demigods... At some times it seemed like the book wasn't important, which is sad.

Honestly, I'd recommend this movie so that you could see the differences for your self. But in reality, this thing's not breaking any records. I'd give it a 3/5 stars. Sorry to be harsh, but all in all, it's a mediocre excuse for a movie.


*Quote is altered, section after "..." is guessed, but you get the picture.*

Lagging days. They come, scream and wail, and then go on to annoy others. To me, all days lag in some way. Sorry to be negative, but really.

Right now I'm on break. But a break from what? It still lags. Makes my eyes lag, my brain, my senses. All together they form a lagging sack of pure TIRED

New goals. They come, whine and beg, and then go on to pester other people. To me, all goals are made to be executed, or flunked. Sorry to be frank, but really.

Right now I'm on break, supposedly from goals. But on a break from what? With out goals, I'm screwed. But with goals, I pound myself and pound and sack my self. All together forming either a chunk of accomplishment, or a melted taffee of sad.


My new goal; goals.

head tremors,
need hope...

no skill,
never,
again comes the not,
the no,

comes the yes,
yes,
why not,


can't do it,
won't,
couldn't

fading...

Surviving and living are two different things. I don't want to survive, I want to live. Earlier this day, I thought about my life. I thought about the ups, the downs, and money. Money can lead to greed, just look at me. Money get's so stacked that it blocks me from the things I'm really, honestly, passionate about.

If I were a dentist, I would survive. Doing what I'm doing now is to live.

Life is universal.

Opinions are universal.

I'm making life my opinion.

Make yours an opinion.

I wish I was a symbol,
I wish that I was something more than I really am,
it seems like it's never gonna happen,
never,

I wish I was something more than school,
me,
I wish I was something more than I physically am,
never,
never,

never a symbol