Thursday, April 7, 2011

You see this knife? I'm gonna teach you to speak english with this fucking knifeW

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Remember me.

Last night, I was rereading some of the stuff I wrote when I was very young. I had pages and pages of thoughts, theories, short stories, poetry, etc. Somehow, between the poor grammar, the nonsense and the general illiteracy that comes with being a kid, I found my very first poem. It was the only thing I'd ever written that had was for a real person. A girl who was kinda my rival and my crush growing up.

I remember writing it like it was only yesterday. I remember struggling to make words rhyme, and having an even harder time thinking of a title. I ended up not giving it a title at all, and leaving it with the idea that it sucked and was unfinished.

Anyways, I decided to rewrite it in hopes that I could do it some justice after all these years.

Here's the original, spelling errors and all:

"I got lost and wanderd the road.
Bad sun, make it day.
Every thing lost its way."



Don't laugh, I was just a kid. Not even ten yet if I remember correctly. And believe it or not, my penmanship hasn't improved at all since then.

I stayed up all night thinking about it, and after a few drinks, I decided to see what I could do.
Here's what I came up with:
"Lowly, lost and gone astray.
Wayward sun, return the day.
Life lost deep in dizzy sway.
Lightless night, obscure the way.
Well, I wonder where she is today.
My friend, my foe. The one that got away."

The ending feels weak, but I think I improved it a bit. Still can't think of a title, but at least it's finished.


P.S. I looked her up and she's a junkie now. Life's funny.


- Jekyll.

Tuesday Morning.

A real poet isn't a "nice guy". He's not a friend. He finds no inspiration in a pretty summer afternoon. He finds it in at the very bottom of the deepest barrel. A real poet is as dangerous as he is desperate. He'll sell your heart to the junkman for a buck, and put that buck toward a bottle to drink until he can't stand. Then, he'll drink some more.
Byron.

Realm of the Mad God!

So, earlier I came across this game called Realm of the Mad God.






I decided to give it a shot, since I had some time to kill. A few hours later, I realized how much time had actually gone by. I must admit, this game is pretty awesome.

Check it out and let me know what you think.