| (no subject) |
[Sep. 10th, 2007|12:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Empty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Molossus | ] |
The clock ticks
The hand moves
And slowly he moves across the room
Slowly his eyes adjust to the colors
The grandfather clock ahead of him continues its fateful tick toc.
Its hard wooden exterior calls out to him
Pokes at his mind
Trying to bring thoughts to surface
Trying to remind him of the memories long since gone
His slow even strides carry him past the haunting wooden visage
And the clock ticks again
He cant tell if the speed of time is slow or just his perception of the clock
But as he makes his way across the room it almost feels as though he is looking at himself from an outside third party
Parts of him mind expect a young teenage to soon take his hand of the left ctrl key on his keyboard and everything to slip back into normal time
The other part of it does not want to accept the reality of what the clock and time itself could stand for
A voice in his head screams out that time is only want you make it
It is silenced by the cold voice of reason telling him that he is running out of time and nothing is going to change that
The clocks next tick brings his mind out of self contemplation and arugment
Your only going to get one shot at this
One memory claws at the back of his mind
One chance |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|04:41 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | a "Villa" | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The blades are back | ] |
So i had this ridiculously long so called "writing" of mine that i had decided to write up for the purpose of putting on lj. But for some strange reason...hell dunno why im gonna give it a few days and then maybe i will feel better about posting it online.
Anyway so this will be the third thing i write since entering New Zealand and it is going to deviate a little from how the other two flowed or what the other two painted pictures of.
The movements had been muddled and confused in the beginning. There was less and less though, less and less rationality. The distance...distance and cold around him built up things he had forgotten about. The people around him he viewed in *******...it was not really even their fault for the way they were viewed. Born that way and raised in the same fashion they had known no other life.
Wow jet lag is a killer this time. I have taken trips to Rome, London and France and the trips never seemed to take as much out of me as this one did. I cant even make sense to myself now...and thats bad because myself usually understands anything i am trying to get across...even when no one else does. I guess i will try to finish this later when i am less tired and make a lot more sense. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Sep. 22nd, 2006|01:05 pm] |
Well new testing and operations
must make time for the old ones though
never enough time for everything
but is that not what prioritizing is for
One thing leading to another let the party begin |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|11:07 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Eh | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Family Guy | ] |
Once again it returns
A new semester but pretty much the same sch.
Save i have moved my all day of school from monday to thursday
And no classes on friday |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 12th, 2006|08:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bubbles | ] |
I love it
How I stop by Royal today and only three people actually talk to me.
Richard, who I haven’t talked to in ages and while I didn’t really surprise me that he was there I mean it’s a play after all he may have graduated but he is still part of the drama department.
Kristin, who doesn’t surprise me she still calls to tell me when the next band concerts are.
And Nichole, who I had to peel off me after she saw me it has been literal years since ive seen her and im surprised she even recognized me. Ever since mid junior year contact has been really random; between us neither one of us ever really got time to hang out with each other. It was good to see her and I hope I run into her again soon.
Yea I was planning on staying for Dracula but Richard said that it was not really that prepared for so I guess I will just have to wait for next year. Ive seen when the drama department does plays without preparation and I don’t really feel like wasting the money. But then again it is Dracula so it probably would have been good even if they didn’t have enough time or weren’t prepared enough for it. But I did have work and I know my boss is much happier that I did it sooner rather then later…eh. They could have waited for a while longer it wouldn’t have killed them.
And Sarah I made it to work and got the things done that I was suppose to. So don’t worry. You cant claim that you made me late. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|02:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The bosses talking in the backround | ] |
He hit a Benz
what the hell
why couldnt he have choosen a cheaper car to run into |
|
|
| Fun fun... |
[May. 21st, 2006|06:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hurt | ] |
The Adventures of Alex and his amazing trip to the emergency room
Decent book there was a lot of blood, and a pretty decent amount of violence. All and all it was pretty boring event a lot of sitting around in the E.R.
Hey at least he got away with a pair of tweezers and a new set of scissors.
Pretty ingenious method of wrapping he comes up with in the morning before he comes up with a band-aid and some scotch tape. Later on when he comes back into Simi he stops off at home and is then taken to the E.R. room where they begin to inflict as much pain as they can. Before they finally issue him some medicine and kick him out.
Like i said it’s a pretty mediocre book. There have been better. |
|
|
| bah |
[May. 12th, 2006|11:37 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Deaths Den | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | no time for moods any longer | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sonne | ] |
...blood and ashes
: )
why the hell do i never listen to myself
There was a time...
that movies still resounds throughout the emptiness that I call my mind
fits so well does it not.. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Mar. 21st, 2006|08:49 pm] |
oh the tangled webs we weave
when first we practice to deceive |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|11:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jae's constant begging | ] |
Yea...
so yea...sitting here at joshs house
i dont know why
dont ask
cuz i dont have any answers
so tired...just so very tired |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Feb. 8th, 2006|03:40 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | when...where and why the hell? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Fall into sleep(...stupid music...i dont need sleep) | ] |
Ever have one of those nights where you dont know what just happened?
Where people swept into your life and then slipped back into the darkness?
Where the knife in your hand turned into a sword in theirs?
Well what the hells up with that?
If i wanted crap like that i would have done it myself
...im much better at dissapearing anyway
this is one of those reminders when life hands you leamons beat the hell outa it and tell it to bring back cash
the insane ramblings of a sleep deprived man at some where around 3 am |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 30th, 2006|06:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  empty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ...yea you really dont wanna know | ] |
|
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|09:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  odd | ] |
| [ | music |
| | This Life | ] |
wait a minute i just lit a rocket...rockets explode |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 9th, 2006|09:04 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | eh? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | twisted reverberations | ] |
silence decends utter and absolute
one by one they are slowly leaving |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|05:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Twisted...and well you know... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Die another Day | ] |
one of these days ill learn...
but until then i guess ill have ta suffice with whatever damage i can deal out
i really shouldn’t hate myself
eh screw it
life goes on
sooner or later ill fix it |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2005|11:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Timberwolves at New Jersey | ] |
failure hurts doesnt it
theres nothing left once you look back
the emptyness inside mocks me
the pain...
so much pain but yet i feel so little of it
i know its there though |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Sep. 11th, 2005|09:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  close enough | ] |
| [ | music |
| | End of the World | ] |
I went ta do a demo for a customer today and he picked me up in his 57 chevy Belair. I fell in love with it automatically it was a four door hardtop that was black with red leather seats with a black lining. Only downside that I could find was that the car is a gas guzzler and at three bucks a gallon that would kinda hurt me. Its like driving a boat though no power steering which isnt nessasarily a bad thing. It was beautiful though. Had a soccer game yesterday which almost got us and the moorpark team kicked outa the league...kinda a bad sign cuz this was only our first game. I cant even remember a clean game between moorpark and simi in the u19 though so this was as close ta normal as we get. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2005|05:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blood | ] |
I dont understand
its kinda funny but...
yea at the same time its just one of those things you wanna avoid.
Ever get the feeling that if you stay away long enough everything will get better? But at the sametime you can help but wanna get close?
: )
But i gotta say this world isnt as much fun as it use ta be but its still nice ta have people who wanna hang out and arnt scared of me. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
gengiskhan's journal
cruel
cruel