A Dream About A Son

The sun no longer shines
Through these dirty broken blinds
Possessions left long behind
Carpeted in dirt and dust
A ghost alone sat beside me
In this hollow house abandoned
Golden hair curtained eyes of crystal
And he smiled as I took his hand.
For a fleeting moment, I felt alive
Holding hands with the dead
Empty rooms filled with frenzy
And words dispelled in “nevermind”
I could never wake from this dream
To find this angel by my side

Bloody Fuck

Current Mood:  Angsty

Empty promises and black lies

Kept my heart in a jar of flies

As they gnawed and as they chewed

I watched it beat and bleed for you

Threw it away and spread my disease

Bleach on my skin and dirt on my knees

The sun shone bleakly trough the dust and grime

Wash away the blood, and burn the evidence of my crime

Blind my eyes with kerosene

Lead me through dark destiny

But I still crave the honey from your hive

A golden light, glowing and alive

Things that possibly make life worth living...

1.     Mixing slurpees

2.     The bass in “The Game” by Trapt

3.     Rain

4.     Pizza flavored Goldfish crackers

5.     Reading biographies (especially Jim Morrison’s)

6.     Rock concerts

7.     Acting on any spontaneous decision with a friend

8.     Singing

9.    Going on walks- anytime, anywhere, or nowhere at all

10.  Poetry- reading it and writing it

11.   Running zombies over with the lawn mower in Dead Rising

12.  Beautiful and unusual sunsets

13. Roasting marshmallows

14. Renting Elijah Wood movies

15. Dragon’s Blood incense

16.  Solos and instrumentals

17. Painting

18. Playing multiplayer Halo with ROCKETS

19.  Autumn- everything about it is amazing

20.  Daydreaming and night dreaming

21. Writing

22.  People who are comfortably unfit to become part of society

23.   London- anywhere in Europe, really

24.  Making shapes out of clouds and the paint on the ceiling

25.  The movie theatre

26.  Horror/zombie films

27.  Foggy streets

28. Tie-dye

29.  Cooking/baking

30.  Midnight movie premieres

31. Adventures

32. The ocean

33. BAGPIPES

34.  Frosties (sometimes with fries)

35.  Art

36. Things that make other people uncomfortable

37. Gore

38. The part in Bioshock when the brainwashing spell of “Would you kindly?” is revealed

39.  Stories with twist endings

40.  Mysteries

41.  Anything and everything by Edgar Allan Poe

42.  Comic books

43.   Astrology and the supernatural

44.   Long-haired metalheads

45.   Plaid and stripes

46.  Lauri Ylönen from The Rasmus

47.  Buying used books for fifty-cents at the D.I.

48.  Listening to The Doors in the car on a rainy day

49.  Splitting a calzone in the corner in the back of Zeponie’s Pizza

50.   The anatomy of the human body

51.   Tea and coffee

52.   Roses

53.   Mountain Dew

54.  Getting a new issue of Rolling Stone in the mail

55.  Conspiracy theories

56.  Halloween

57.  Festivals

58.  Sitting in the basement at 2 A.M. going on the fourth hour of watching Dexter, because you just can’t stop

59.  Unplanned sleepovers

60.  Mood rings

61.  Bright green bendy straws

62.  Haunted houses

63.  The smell of gasoline

64.  Russel Brand

65. Watching Star Trek: The Next Generation and actually feeling optimistic about the future of mankind

Musical Survey!

Current Mood:  Curious

Music Shuffle Survey

- TO TAKE THIS SURVEY, SIMPLY PUT YOUR MUSIC PLAYER ON SHUFFLE -


- AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS WITH THE TITLE OF THE SONG THAT COMES ON -


[it's better if you don't cheat and don't skip any songs.]

What is your name? Or what should your name be?: Savior (30 Seconds To Mars)How is your life going?: Hysteria (Muse)
What is your nickname?: No Surprise (Theory Of A Deadman)
What is your theme song?: See You In Hell (Voltaire)
What is your best friend's theme song?: Splinter (The Exies)
How is your life going to turn out?: Phase (Breaking Benjamin)
Will you get married?: Still Running (Chevelle)
Will you have kids?: Over You (Daughtry)
What will your job be?: Never There (Cake)
Did you/will you finish school?: Sooner Or Later (Breaking Benjamin)
Who is your best friend?: Set The Fire To The Third Bar (Snow Patrol)
Who is or will be your significant other?: High and Dry (Jamie Cullum)
Who do you like?: Knights Of Cydonia (Muse)
How will you die?: Paralyzer (Finger Eleven)
How do you feel right now?: How To Save A Life (The Fray)
What is your favorite song?: Strawberry Fields Forever (The Beatles/Across the Universe Soundtrack)
How could you describe your parents?: Collapse (Motograter)
Your best friend[s]?: I Stand Alone (Godsmack)
Your teachers?: Sweet Child 'O' Mine (Guns 'n' Roses)
Your significant other [or crush...]?: This Is The Last Time (Keane)
Yourself?: Time Of Dying (Three Days Grace)
What is your best feature?: Sally's Song (Nightmare Before Christmas)
What will you be / should you be, profession-wise?: Out Of Exile (Audioslave)
How could you describe this survey?: The Grouch (Green Day)
What makes you angry?: Dirrtylicious (Keane)
What makes you sad?: Straight Jacket Fashion (Chevelle)
What makes you happy?: Blow Me Away (Breaking Benjamin)
What makes you dance?: Dry Your Eyes Mate (The Streets)
What is your favorite color?: Heaven's A Lie (Lacuna Coil)
How would you describe yourself?: Broken (Seether feat. Amy Lee)
Who is your worst enemy?: A Beautiful Lie (30 Seconds To Mars)
Who do you hate?: Drown (Three Days Grace)
Who do you love?: Dreams (The Cranberries)
Who do you lust after?: The Pot (Tool)

Finish the Sentece

I wish: Blue (A Perfect Circle)
I want to: Personal Jesus (Marilyn Manson)
I want to kill: Dig (Incubus)
I want to eat: Fallen Leaves (Billy Talent)
My head: No One Knows (Queens of the Stoneage)
I am: Forget It (Breaking Benjamin)
My best feature is: Accidentally In Love (Counting Crows)
My eyes are: The Difference (Matchbox Twenty)
My hair is: Solitude (Evanescence)
My face is: Push It (Static-X)
You should: This Is Not A Love Song (Tabitha's Secret/Matchbox Twenty)
Random

Words of advice: Lacrymosa (Evanescence)
How do others see me?: Calling All Angels (Train)
How do I see myself?: The Remedy (Jason Mraz)

Chocolate Coated Corpse

Current Mood:  Thirsty

What to do with the endless supply

Sitting, rotting away in my backyard

Kiddie pool full to the brim with it

And I don't have the stomach to devour it

There's not a spoon big enough in the world to scoop it with

Soon a thought comes to mind

Beware those who've brought me down

You're about to drown

In my pool of chocolate pudding

Be wary of a chocolaty end

Sweet and thick

Not so bad, now that I think of it

Let you sink down deep into it

Chocolate coated corpse

Bury you deep with it

Dig you a hole, only four feet deep

I don't believe you deserve six

Chocolate coated corpse

Let it help the flesh rot beneath the soil

Let it help the bugs find their way to it

Chocolate coated corpse

Let it be the end for you

Let it be the beginning for me

But let it also be the end of my sanity

Bury it in my neighbor's backyard

Sure not to let it bother me

Chocolate coated corpse

Or I could take it down to the butcher's place

Stick it in his freezer for a few days

Come back in when the night meets it's mid

Chocolate coated corpse

Locked in a sweet shell

Butcher you up, your body parts to sell

A nose for my mum

An ear for my dad

Your cold, cold heart for the lover

That took my own

A tongue for my aunt and an eyeball for a friend

My dearest enemy, this is your end

The Storm

Current Mood:  Nostalgic

Where I stand, the sky now cries

Where I got lost

In your hypnotic eyes

Is this where

We'll meet our end?

With lights that burn and roads that bend

Deliver me from highschool trends

And save us from

A friendship, dead

Where I tread, a cloud now follows

Lost within

Your haunting hollows

Search for me

In desperate hours

Reaching for a hand in aid

Helpless to your binding powers

A victim

To your siren serenade

Nightmares of Heterosexuality

Current Mood:  High

 

The door was ancient. Splintered and cracked… metal cut through the wood elegantly holding the hinges in. The clock to his left read 3:09. He stuck in the ancient key and twisted it to the door’s liking to reveal the other side. There was nothing there but an empty darkness- much like his mind. He seemed to see a boney fleshless hand emerge from the shadows. It beckoned him forward. He took a step into the darkness, obeying the beckons, though knowing they only existed in his mind. He could see nothing, hear nothing, and feel nothing. His senses were completely clouded by the darkness and there was no knowing where he was headed. He longed to believe there was a presence with him, a company, but there was none. He imagined that if the path were lit, he would have guidance by the black cloaked figure of death. But it was non existent. He was alone. Utterly, completely alone. He began to hear a low female voice echo through him. A voice that sounded much like Helen. He gripped his hair and gritted his teeth to keep himself form either attacking the darkness or crying. He strode forward, still gripping his hair. He slipped on a puddle of some sort that lay on the darkness beneath him. It smelt raw. Rotting flesh. He gagged, but forced back the burning in his throat. He shit his pants and let out a dainty rattle through his teeth. He fell to the floor, his face now immersed in the cold flesh and blood. The darkness began spinning around him and he felt himself begin to lose consciousness. The gore dripped down his throat, suffocating him. He spat, but it was no use. Helen’s voice was again apparent. A silver light appeared before him- taking the shape of a woman. It was Helen. Her sad and deeply lined face pierced him. Her voice trailed through the darkness.
             “Dave…”

He coughed up the remains of the nachos onto his beer sodden shirt. He caressed the Chelsea flag next to his bed and turned off the telly. He pulled off his dirty t-shirt and threw it onto the floor with the others. Then laid down close to Jake’s warm body and ruffled his hair.

            “Hey Snowflake!” he said, waking Jake.

            “Good morning, Sexy!” Jake replied obviously not noticing Dave’s bare, fat stomach.

            “Up for some tea and crumpets?” Dave asked. Jake nodded and they embraced each other briefly. Then Dave tied his robe around himself and made his way into the kitchen- he had offered to serve Jake breakfast in bed. As he filled the tea kettle, he wondered if that dream was hauntingly telling him he was still straight. The doorbell rang and he skipped to answer it. Just there was the test of his manhood. There was an undressed prostitute and a rather flamboyant prostidude. His mouth dropped open as he looked from one to the other.

            “What the bloody hell-” He broke off, not knowing what to say. He began to panic slightly as he found himself longing for the woman.

            “Pumpkin…” Jake said, reaching the door, “oh, visitors.” He started making eyes at the man there. Dave noticed Jake looking down at the man’s gifts.

            “How ‘bout I take the lady and you take the gentleman?” he suggested. Jake agreed. They had both found themselves that morning. All was well.

THE END

Meg
and
Nikki