bluecrush15

2007-05-03T08:08:00.000-07:00

the train was late today,and it was always early. this was the first part of my day that left me questioning why my usual routine was being obstructed. little did i know that at that moment the word ''obstructed '' would not do any justice in describing how much this day was just ...diffrent. yeah that will work, just extrordinaraly diffrent. The day was an anomaly or the true definition of an unparrallel pattern. my name is marshall palmer. i am a that guy that walks into a room says nothing ,and nobody notices but that is my comfort zone. When people are forced to step outside that comfort zone there instincs take over...we become primal beasts trying to survive.

sleep deprivation was not a good way to start that steaming july morning. something was preventing marshall from sleepning. a restless night that included relentless tossing and turning. the product of insomnia maybe. the period of adrenaline soaked in his vains was impisoning him, there was nothing he could do about it except go for a walk. that decsion would be the one that would change his life forever. one small insignificant choice to stay from his culvisac to a blood drenched misteak. marshall was never a guy who was drawn to trouble but what any body whould call a pretty decent guy. ''this is just god damn bullshit he cusses at his sleep disorder grabs his pajama bottoms and slips them on over his boxer shorts.and walks out his one bedroom apartment.

the sun has not set yet but there is still a humid feel to the air outside. marshall desends into the darkness and mutters more profanities and goes on his way. walking a long the wet morning grass along the river bank, a movement captures marshalls eye turning to a large dark object floatng on the river bank. he is drawn to it by curiosity when he reaches it, he figures it to be a log or rock, but he reaces out to touch it and it was soft.... peeling off the first layer he realizes it is a blanket or sheet when it is completly removed he discovers the floating object is not an object at all... it is a person and they are dead.

in a complete stunned state marshall falls to his back and stares at the corpes and looks at it then he realizes the dead body is familiar though mutilated, those facilal features are all too rcognizeable he is a man but who is he? marshall studies the clothes the lifeless body is wearing a plain white shirt and pajama bottoms... then looks down at his own clothes they are bloody too the man he is looking at is ...is himself? but how ?marshall begins to run he run as fast as he can from the dead body go back home and sees that his apartment is taped with the words cation what ? he stumbles backward seeing a poster of him on his door saying, missing. iam not missing he yells to himeself iam dead!

starter

2007-05-03T07:58:00.000-07:00

the people with wings glistened across the gleaming sunset, sung there enchanting melody .
this is the last phrase i ever heard before the accident. while both peaceful and smooth it is also haunting my inner child. a man robbed of his boy hood beacuse of mere accident, but in life there are not suppose to be any accidents.every thing has a purpose.... but what is mine ?

horror.

2007-02-26T08:13:00.001-08:00

horror screen plays since first originated in the early nineteen twenties ,the horror industry has amassed billions of dollars titillating the senses of its viewers. the feeling of fright has always appealed to the human demographic and will continue to do so, but what is it that keeps people coming back for more? think about it only weird people dint love horror movies, the adrenaline that you get when the movie goes quiet and you know when somebody' s about to get slashed . Its pure and absolute pulse pounding excitement
while the years go by i have understood movies as fantasy worlds and can jump you into a new kind of reality and that is truly amazing but horror epics are dark, dreary and most of the time repulsive and offensive, but that is what appeals to this generation. we are an era that feeds off of havoc and gore. hopefully we wont advance to more brutality in Hollywood but that is what is happening while i think its very amusing it is also interesting. you remember the days when a blood spot would splatter across the wall? such as psycho it left it to your imagination ha ha not much now a days ,does that any more .....
so where does this fancy for brutality come from ? the deepest recesses of our minds ? our inner child hood? deep dark fantasies? or ooh better our primal urges in full throttle? well i am afraid that it is not that complicated or fun ,its simply marketing genius. blood sells and people are emotionally perturbed and can relate to dysfunction. in such a world were ''cool'' can be defined as Paris Hilton getting her head pulverized by a sharp pole shrapnal, is utterly amazing not that iam complaining by the way.

''ocean tide''

2007-01-22T08:30:00.000-08:00

A lone girl is sitting on the mosit sand gazing into the ocean with a single tear rolling down her cheek comes into view ...with hair as red as the distant glow of the setting sun ,and a pale almost silk skin complextion. her mouth heart shaped, and a lush pink. you see this is jenifer. a girl most teen age boys fall in love with at first site . the sun is now in almost full site expelling the rims of light on her gental face obviously full of hurt.

Jenifer;
Deep ocean breezes tend to lift my spirits but not today..

a man with a large surf board comes running across the cold sand in a frantic manner . jenifer snaps her attention to the disrurption to her thoughts as he ru ns pasther he accidently kicks sand near her face
Jenifer ;
Hey watch it asshole !

The man tall and slender with dirty blond and brown hair just over his eyes. he stops almost automaticly seeing Jenifer

guy
wow i am really sorry about that. i didnt see you there oh my um iam sorry about that i didn't mean to bumb into umm....any one this beatiful

automaticlly changing her tone noticing his face... its familar

jenifer
um excuse me ...do i know you from somewhere?

guy
hey names allen hardwick

they shake hands

jenifer
jenifer lewis you look really familiar iam pretty sure i have ...

poetry try 3. holiday

2006-11-29T07:55:00.000-08:00

ringing bells upon the night so sweet
oh a delux feeling such a treat
frosty mist in the air
singing beacons a familiar stare
winter seasons rejoiecing in our lives
families round about giving love
power of joy all the days
overcome with happines and passion
is the holidays.

''science fiction try 2

2006-11-02T08:06:00.000-08:00

as the blurry picture sets to a visible view.... i saw the futer in its eyes .this child holds the key to the salvation of our planet. the androids will be coming soon and my sacrifice will not be made in vain, the i have fought in the revolution for sixteen years now and they will surely kill me once the have found what i accomplished. my mission is completed as i put the childs vessel in the space time accelerater. ''hehe'' i wealky chuckle to myself as the child is now perfectly safe and a new hope for the human race is born .....goodby shawn. screeching androids come blazing acrosss the town gunning at me with there plasma heated pistols, the burning flames peiceing my flesh tearing my insides from my back ''where is the child ''! the androids sream in there dead robotic voices. facing there wepons at the back of my head . talk human or i will terminate you, on of the ten or so androids says to me. realizing they will kill me anyway, i turn around and say what child? then burst into laughing and detonate my kamakazee bomb under my belt. the revolution has begun.

''stranger '' draft 2

2006-10-06T08:18:00.000-07:00

as jason seeths in his own vomit he sees her face .... '' holy hell'' he says to himself not again. three years ago i was involved in the most horrific day in my young adolesent life. right before my eyes my own mother was murderd and brutally raped in cold blood. well as you can tell i am obviously not your avarage teenage kid....fueled by anger ,despair and hormones a new personality was born through a schizophrenia state deep in in the root of my mind. Thusly a new sick evil and twisted charcter that reflects my inward most feelings about my past comes raging out reeping absolute terror upon the unsuspecting world..no...no... NO!!!!! as jason slowly attempts to fight the sickness but it is no good. it is strong... stronger than it has ever been, his head is throbbing and pulsating his fists and jaw are clenched. it has begun. darkness. while in my mind i see the true essence of who i am is apperant but these wrethced feelings of hate and dispair i tend to thrive on, live in and kind of sickly i...i love them.

''stranger '' draft 1

2006-10-03T08:47:00.000-07:00

as the dim sunlight gently settlles in the poorly lit one bedroom apartment jason windborn calls home, a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach over comes him . as jason turns away from his matress onto the floor he vomits violently.'' aw man another glorious day'' he mutters to himself. its been like this for the past couple of months, a pang of sickness comes to him from his horrible nightmares of that day as he kneels with his head to the floor facing his own vomit he cant help but paint the picture in his head one more time.......

F.I.T.

2006-10-02T08:35:00.000-07:00

i am perrty sure that i cannot relate to my narrartive or is it familiar in any way...

the stanger

2006-09-29T08:07:00.000-07:00

1.james windborn . age 17. five foot ten.
brown
brown
winborns major goal is to avenge his mothers death when he was fifteen she was brutally raped and murderd right before his eyes...

this goal is important to him because the people were never brought to justice and he vowed that day to honor his mother the only way he learned how, to kill in her name. as he struggles with who he is as man and tring to live the life as a normal teenager and masked murder at night.

windborn while he knows this would not be the life his mother intended him to strive after he attempts to go after the what he calls ''moms plan''.witch is to go to college and become ''somone''.between unraveling the murders of his mother and becomeing an adult james meets the girl of his dreams and sees her strange connection in his mothers muder.

assignment

2006-09-27T08:17:00.000-07:00

Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.-William Ellery Channing (1780 - 1842)
this to me says alot mainly becuase it is really encoureging and powerful. it basiclly says through tough times our souls are built to be more resiliant. our life is defined on how we can handle these tests of durablility.

hey you

2006-09-15T08:04:00.000-07:00

hey you ..
hey you with the knife what are you doing?
hey you cutting yourself why you doing that ?
what bad day ? bad week ? boyfriend dumped you ?
is it something you cant beat ? something not going your way?
hey you are you that selfish?
theres someone out there that needs you....
come on think of mom, dad little bro ,little sis,your dog, cat... watever... whoever
hey you your not weak... you can beat this...we can beat this..

my hollywood horror

2006-09-14T08:14:00.000-07:00

that silky smooth voice still comes to me from time to time...I still recall the events that took place that fall hollows eve night .I was fifteen years old, me and a couple of my friends were going party hopping . you now just going from party to party just to see whats going on....my friend billy drove that night .from what i recall there were four of us . billy, Amanda, Evelyn, and i . i had just been crazy about Amanda since before i even hit puberty , she was one of my best friends.by the time of my adolescent i had completely fallen for her. she was perfect, her gorgeous smile and full lips and bright brown eyes that lit up any room she walked . she had just broken up with her boy friend a week ago and and i intended to tell her how i felt , finally i conjured up the courage to confront her about my true reason for all these years of our friendship meant more to me than any thing in my life...any who well the night was young and we had just arrived at our fist party .we hung out drank a couple long necks took a few shots then jetsetted to our new party destination.Evelyn was never the person id say had a high alcohol tolerance she was just dancing around having a good time....Litte did i now that would be the last time i ever saw her alive.. billy was always a perfect driver hell he even insisted driving tipsy made him a better driver.while Amanda and i took the back seat just talking enjoying our selves, i who at the time was doing just fine in terms of drunk or not... i took a couple shots but like i said was still in a good frame of mind .although for some reason unbeknown to me right then and there i admitted my love for this person which i adored. so i blurted ''i love you '' i have always worshiped you since the day i met you i continued .... as i looked into those astonished big brown wonderful eyes i tried to say something else but as soon as i op end my mouth Amanda put her fingers to my lips then pressed hers to mine.[my guess was she felt the same way ] my heart was racing a million miles a hour...finally was my last thought then i noticed in the corner of my eye Billy's head on the center of the steering wheel....then that exact moment a blinding light nailed us from the left side, Amanda's side of the car. what felt like a train blindsided us and we flipped three times.as i hazily looked around at the wreckage i saw the image that haunts my memory to this day.....what was the most beautiful person in the world to me my whole life was, now a bloody corpse laying in my lap with a demolished skull. she was gored beyond recognition.... now the love of my life was now gone forever i softly whispered ''no'' then slipped into a deep darkness in what is now my life.
to this day i can see her in my thoughts see her in my dreams . i am tormented by the misteak that took away my innocence to the reality that is the true story, that is the typical holly wood horror.

Rush

2006-09-12T08:46:00.000-07:00

thump.... thump ....thump.... your hearts racing the home crowd screams chants of triumphant glory. the adrenalin has now kicked in and is now rushing through your vains . your opponents cockily walk onto your domain, deflowering your mother turf with there taunts and screeches of insults. little do they now there own anilhation awaits them in the wings of your destiny .... yes! this will be a rightous victory told throught history.the lights come on. you smell blood.your vision is set.its game time.

poem experiment

2006-09-08T08:05:00.000-07:00

palm tress swayin
beautiful girls layin
things to beat the heat
ocean waves make my heart skip a beat
sultry sun warming my mystical land
miniture kingdoms constructed of sand
seagulls singing in bright blue skies
this place is a utopia reflected in my eyes

''emo''

2006-08-30T08:18:00.000-07:00

through this pointless reality all i see is emptyness .my heart is bleeding blood of my past regrets . my final days on this earth approach like the shadow beneath me .through my cold lifeless fingers the warmth and comfort is gone. i slowly slip into a unconcionous numb darkness .as iam left by my brethren, i see an underlyning pendulum slowly emptying my soul into the abiss .this felling is sickness and wretched deamons eating away at my other wise blissful life..... i have no savior when iam my own selfcombustion