tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11675757536331824772024-03-05T05:18:56.797-08:00Prose makes the world go 'round.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167575753633182477.post-9136387613423624682011-04-07T00:12:00.001-07:002011-04-07T00:12:55.769-07:00You see this knife? I'm gonna teach you to speak english with this fucking knifeWUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167575753633182477.post-66276223087923206962011-02-22T09:54:00.000-08:002011-02-22T14:15:43.862-08:00Remember me.<div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, I decided to rewrite it in hopes that I could do it some justice after all these years.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the original, spelling errors and all:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"I got lost and wanderd the road.<br />
Bad sun, make it day.<br />
Every thing lost its way."</i><br />
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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.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stayed up all night thinking about it, and after a few drinks, I decided to see what I could do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's what I came up with:</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Lowly, lost and gone astray. <br />
Wayward sun, return the day. <br />
Life lost deep in dizzy sway. <br />
Lightless night, obscure the way.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> Well, I wonder where she is today.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> My friend, my foe. The one that got away."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. I looked her up and she's a junkie now. Life's funny.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">- Jekyll.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167575753633182477.post-24509390812898673072011-02-22T08:17:00.000-08:002011-02-22T12:09:09.705-08:00Tuesday Morning.<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">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.</span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtVXfvAvRVEm1UvmR0uv6Gb3wbMCkDGsr2VhULorUXW7egITt6x-xi-o-7hs9cLBGVMLWc_UY6eCb-dS4ggXbeEp9QkMxSqRmKo6MPj7jxgG8rsWz32MVpnyrJV4MMy8BDN9JB6VIDiOo/s1600/Byron-solo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCtVXfvAvRVEm1UvmR0uv6Gb3wbMCkDGsr2VhULorUXW7egITt6x-xi-o-7hs9cLBGVMLWc_UY6eCb-dS4ggXbeEp9QkMxSqRmKo6MPj7jxgG8rsWz32MVpnyrJV4MMy8BDN9JB6VIDiOo/s320/Byron-solo.gif" width="296" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Byron.</span></h6>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167575753633182477.post-60824884020633370872011-02-22T04:39:00.000-08:002011-02-22T12:07:22.525-08:00Realm of the Mad God!<div style="text-align: center;">So, earlier I came across this game called Realm of the Mad God.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">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.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Check it out and let me know what you think.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.realmofthemadgod.com/">Click here to visit RotMG website.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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