Here's to Eyes That Are Brighter Than Mine

emmathompson0: grammarlyblog: Have you ever heard that writers...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 08:55:12 -0800

grammarlyblog:

Have you ever heard that writers should never end a sentence with a preposition?

What do you think?

It’s effectively become a defunct rule, and in writing (especially in fiction), you can justify it as dialect.

I suppose, however, for the SATs and standardized tests, such things would actually matter. Other than that, I can’t fathom of a moment when ending your sentences with prepositions would result in some negativity.

Also, you could probably use such things in your writing to denote different classes of character. I once wrote a tiny piece where characters from the upper class were more “educated” and thus spoke in flawless grammatical form. The ones of lower classes were often annoyed with the upper class because some of their sentences were absurdly long in order to avoid ending sentences with prepositions.

XXXIII

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 11:06:19 -0800

waitingforthefinalgoodbye:

I left the front door unlocked for you every night
Ever since the time of our first conversation
You left for a long time and stumbled inside
You ran your hands across my chest reassuringly

You came closer to the door some days only to turn back
You were scamming me, like that man who tried scamming others
That man who piled imaginary children on the sidewalk
You piled imaginary feelings on my porch and would stumble inside again

You’d wake up the next morning on my couch confused, some nights we were in the same bed. I didn’t want you near me anymore so I moved you.

Kind of really like this one…

hairyanaljewishbong: Sunn O)))- Orthodox Caveman

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 12:11:15 -0800

hairyanaljewishbong:

Sunn O)))- Orthodox Caveman

XXXV

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 08:38:32 -0800

The winter has come, I’ve grown cold
The skin on my hands have wrinkled and turned to stone
Each treatment making it worse
Each one sets them aflame causing a burn

My nerves solidify, no feelings inside of me
I lost my mind the day I was conceived
Don’t hold my hand it’ll only crush yours
Leaving you dead disappointed forever and more

I’am tired of coming and going
An embracing hello and a kiss goodbye
Coming home to no one but myself
Leave me with these numb hands of mine
Many times have I walked down Princeton’s barren hall

Each step by anyone, anything could be heard
Everything I cared for gone, disappearing to anywhere
Vanished from the room in this hall
I sigh and continue in my lone steps

We’re still laughing over lore.Still talking about a...

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:06:13 -0800

We’re still laughing over lore.
Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored.
Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom.
And still, we swallow the surface.

We brought our boredom to the lights.
Spoiled the city. Blind to the ocean. Deaf to the heavens.
Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation.

I’ve talked it out.
Doomed to be a spoiled child.
A pupil in the eyes of forever.
I knit the fire. I stared into the mirror.
A prisoner to the past. A ghost to the present.

Put down your glass. Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now.
Come to life. Walk the roads to Judah, tonight.

And I do walk upon Wan’s Dyke and I do survey the land and...

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 09:43:11 -0800

And I do walk upon Wan’s Dyke and I do survey the land and I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands. For I am Wodan, though, some call me Hermes, some call me Roman Mercury, god of cargos, god of weather, hanging God of boundaries, hanging God of Gibbet Hill, killing God of hidden doorways.
Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury spinning the taelbook, telling the tale. Telling the tellbook to all and sundry. Keltiberians and Irish Gael then I hear camp followers bellow afar their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar. “Look to the farthest far horizon look to the bloodlust deepest scar look to the scattering Brythonic uprising for this be the wall of Johnny Guitar. This be the ditch that you shall die in here be the wall that I shall cry on. Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel. This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel.”
Look to the north a quick mile yonder look to our Yggdrasilbury look to the Saxon chasing Viking look to the Norman chasing Saxon look to the German chasing German. German German German German. Here in the bloodlust deeper scar for here be the wall of Johnny Guitar.
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley, sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe. Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.
To rage in sound this valiant despair, doom and gloom as each a splendid pair. To rage in sound the valiant despair: Not Abraham, not Moses, and not Christ, neither Jove to whom we sacrificed, not Attis, not Mohammed, but to hilltop Thor. We rave and dance and weep and we implore: Look to the farthest far horizon. Don’t blame the messenger, don’t blame the messenger….For I am Death. So Ragnarock with me. For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me…

XXXIV

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 11:42:49 -0800

Bring me the head of whoever caused this jam in traffic
Everyone points at who they want to see get their ass kicked
Ignorant they are covered in wool

They let their heroes and leaders use them as rusty tools
Bang boom more civillians dead, off with one of our heads
Blood spills as pastries are sold to a fool

I swear I’m not dead, I’ve just been caught up in life.

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 13:57:02 -0800

I swear I’m not dead, I’ve just been caught up in life.

screamviolentworld: Black My Heart- Before the Devil To die...

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 00:19:48 -0800

screamviolentworld:

Black My Heart- Before the Devil

To die today with you, would be such an honor

I Will Be Okay

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 22:45:42 -0700

operahousegirl:

If you want to know how I know I will be okay
Without you I’ll tell you: the girl who plays guitar
And sings like shooting stars outside
The Applebee’s with a hat at her feet does not have you
Emma Watson does not have you
My mother, my father, my half-sister do not have you
The A&P register 3 cashier with the lip ring, nose ring,
Koi fish tattoo, sakura flower, curls of ocean down
His shoulder does not have your name
Inked across his heart
Walt Whitman did not have you
Odysseus did not travel 10 years to Ithaca for you
You are not Gatsby’s green light across the bay
Elizabeth Bennet does not marry you
President Obama does not have you
Shakespeare wrote you no sonnets
Noah Calhoun doesn’t climb the Ferris wheel
To ask you on a date
Juliet does not kill herself for you
Paris did not abduct you from Sparta and no Greek
Army was assembled to retrieve you
Pocahontas did not throw herself between the blades
Of her father and you
The spray-painter of planets on the sidewalk in
Times Square does not have you
Clementine does not hire Lacuna, Inc. to erase you from her mind
The girl in the third row second seat from the window
In my Psychology 100 lecture hall does not have you
They are all fine without you

sailorsblues: mewithoutYou - Paper Hanger If you’re still...

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 15:08:18 -0700

sailorsblues:

mewithoutYou - Paper Hanger

If you’re still looking for a blanket, sweetie, I’m sorry; I’m no sort of fabric. But if you need a tailor, then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs, and mumble your pitiful prayers. In your tangled night’s sleep, our midnight needles go to work, until all comfort and fear flows in one river; down on the shelf by the mirror, where you see yourself whole, and it makes you shiver.

XXXV

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 12:12:05 -0700

The ground beneath my feet decends
Miserable as I see content men
I’m looked down on by each of them
They sit on thrones of radiant gold
I stand in in foundation too old
Curse their names, refuse to fold

I curse my own fate and look farther
A country of lords I do not bother
I leave my cries behind for another day

Excerpt from The Other World: "Indecisive"

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 12:07:45 -0700

Daniel went inside the inn, he walked up to the receptionist at the front desk to find out which room Finn was staying at.
“Hello miss, I’m looking for a man by the name of Finn staying here, he checked in yesterday.”
“You have his last name?” she answered with a smart aleck tone. Daniel brushed this off and continued to speak with her.
“I don’t, I know wha—“
“Well let’s hope he’s the only person named Finn staying here.” The receptionist said with the same smart aleck tone. She pulled out a folder with papers listing the guest names and their information. They weren’t arranged in alphabetical order but in the order they were received. After skimming through for two minutes she pulled out one paper that said Finn and kept going through with a smirk on her face until she had reached the end of the papers, however she looked more surprised.
“Someone is a lucky winner, only one man checked in with that name.” She said monotonously. Daniel was at an awkward silence. He did not know if he should even laugh at that remark.
“Go upstairs. He’s in room 43.”
“All right, thank you.”
“Yeah.”
Daniel proceeded up the stairs. He looked around at the numbers on the doors and had actually passed up room 43 at first without realizing it until he had arrived at the foot of the next set of stairs. He looked around confused and noticed that room 43 was nowhere around him. He went back down the hall to check a second time, this time he walked slower and caught sight of it. Daniel knocked on the door.
After a couple seconds of waiting Daniel knocked on the door again. He waited longer and began to worry. Maybe Finn had changed his mind and left without looking for Daniel first, or he could have already headed towards the house looking for him. Daniel waited outside the door for a few more minutes frantically tapping his foot. He could not stand to wait any longer and headed down the hall to look for Finn. As he proceeded down the stairs and passed the front desk the woman spoke to him.
“I should’ve told you this earlier, but that man left. Dunno where he went but he went out somewhere to eat I think.”
“….Thanks.” Daniel reluctantly said to her as she continued reading the newspaper ignoring him. He walked outside and looked around the area thinking about which café was closest to the inn.
“It would’ve been way more helpful if she told me he went out when I first came by. Someone must hate their job.” Daniel thought to himself meandering along the road his head looking at the ground. He looked up and saw a family walking across the road he was on going up the block.
“Can’t wait to have breakfast here!” The boy cheered with them cheered as they walked. The family looked excited and the word breakfast gave Daniel a clue as to where Finn might be. He changed his course and went in the same direction as the family was going.
“How did I forget about that place?” Daniel hurried to save time in case Finn was not at the café and he would have to look elsewhere. The café itself was called The Old Dog. This café was renowned in the area for being the first café built in the town. Although it was very old it stood the test of time. The building was well kept and not run down; people went there at various times of the day as well. There were a few locals that could be seen there frequently and were friendly. People would come by to eat at any time of the day as well. Even the upper class who lived up north would come down to eat at times despite the fact they had a café built in their area.
Daniel saw a couple of familiar old men talking at a table.
“Danny! What’re ya up to over here? How’s ya morning!?”
“Hello Clayton. I’m looking for someone, you know the mercenary that’s been in town for the past day or so?”
“Ohhhh,” the other old man said. “I think I saw him walk in. He’s got scruff on his face right? The guy with a few grays in his brown hair?”
“Yeah!” Daniel said “That’s him!”
“And what business do ya have with him of all people?? He looked like he’d slice someone’s head off if they looked at him the wrong way.”
Daniel chuckled “He’s cool don’t worry, I talked to him last night.”
“All right mah boy. If he comes at ya though you best better turn before he has yer hide!”
Daniel chuckled again as he knew how these two were. Both had gone through much danger throughout their younger years and would keep a lookout for the locals. At first they were somewhat suspicious of Daniel but after having got to meet him they made sure he was safe if he was ever out and they happened to see him.
Daniel looked around the café to see that it was fairly packed. He heard what seemed to be a thousand voices although in reality it was only forty happy go lucky people. Some were by themselves drinking coffee, there were a few families having breakfast, and there were a couple teenagers as well. It was the weekend so many teachers and students alike were coming by. Daniel scanned the room but he was unable to find Finn. He walked towards the back area looking around still. A couple of older men who were drinking glared at Daniel for the sake of appearing to be intimidating. He paid no mind to them and saw Finn sitting by himself reading what appeared to be a letter.
“Finn!” Daniel said so he could hear him over the many voices. Finn perked up taking his focus off the letter and looked around the room to see Daniel.
“Ah! You’ve found me!” Finn chortled bidding Daniel to take a seat.
“Well, have you given it enough thought?” He asked. Daniel paused and took a breath.
“I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do.”
“Let me ask you this, would you rather do what’s right or wrong?”
“Well, yeah I’d rather do what’s right. I’m sure nearly anyone would.”
Finn nodded taking a sip of his tea. “Good answer. Ha ha! Now, in this situation, would it be right or wrong to save your closest friend from danger?” He asked.
“It would be right.”
“Then what is it that is holding you back?” There was a moment of silence between the two despite the many people conversing. Daniel and Finn both felt as if they were completely isolated from the noise. Daniel knew in his heart it would be the right thing to help Molly, and he wanted to truly protect her. However Cecilia’s concern was stopping him. He did not want her to grow terribly upset at him.
“Well….to be honest…” He started. Finn unwearyingly waited for him to finish. “It’s Cecilia. She’s been mad at me all morning because of last night. I don’t want to make things worse between us.”
“Is she your lady?” Finn asked semi jokingly
“Ah, well uh, of course she isn’t, but I—“
Finn roared in laughter, a couple of the older brawn men looked back at the two glaring. Finn saw them and waved “Hey there! Sorry if we’re disrupting you. We’re having a humorous conversation.” The men went back to their drinking of brew.
“Anyway, is she your lady or not?”
“No, she’s not.”
“She is a good friend of yours now isn’t she?”
“Yeah. She’s the one who made sure I was all right when I was in the clinic and she was the first friend I made out here. I’d hate to lose that.”
“But you are from another world aren’t you? Aren’t you trying to find a way back to it if this is true?”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t want to leave with her mad at me.”
“You’ve grown a bit attached Daniel. I can tell, and I understand that.” Daniel turned red in the face upon hearing this.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It happened to me before I left my home to take on this task. There is a woman I care deeply about who’s been my friend since I was a kid. She begged me to not go because of the danger I’d be facing. She began to ignore me at one point too. However there was something I told her the night before I had left, the one night she had finally decided to stop ignoring me constantly and hear my reasoning. I told her that we’re slowly letting our own lives be destroyed when we ignore that which poses a threat to us, and that isn’t right. This lady Alicia, she poses a threat and needs to be stopped. Your friend is in grave danger Daniel, and to stay here because you’re worried about someone who doesn’t want you to do what is right would be foolish and wrong. What if Cecilia was the next one to go?”
Daniel fell mute. He had no rebuttal to what Finn said.
“Now, have you made a choice?”
Daniel was still silent staring at the table. Finn sat unwavering, waiting for Daniel’s response to the proposal.

“I’ll do it.” Daniel spoke with confidence and Finn had smiled.
“That’s the spirit boy!” The room fell quiet and many had directed their attention to the two who paid no mind to them. Finn was excited to hear this, something Daniel thought he would never see.
“Well, what’re we waiting for? We got business to take care of! Pack your things and prepare yourself. We got a journey ahead of us.”
“Well I didn’t really bring anything with me here I kind of woke up.”
“I’m sure your friend’s parents will help out if you tell them what exactly is going on. They seem like very respectable understanding people. I’m going to head back to the inn and rest a bit more, I’ll be at the house in a couple hours or so. Thank you so much.”
“No problem.” Daniel too was excited. He had taken his first step to saving Molly and did not plan on turning back now.

Amebix- Sunshine Ward Roses are red. Sometimes violets are blue...

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 00:55:00 -0700

Amebix- Sunshine Ward

Roses are red. Sometimes violets are blue but we’re always puking on cider
and glue
People say that we’re twisted, you know it’s not true, we just get so bad
when there’s fuck all to do

Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I
seem to forget
‘Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate
ourselves slowly no time for regret

Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of
sulphate and beer
We’ve tried every way to make “real life” less clear as stupidity sets in
the truth disappears

Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door
Reality creeps back, I can’t take no more
There is no more stairway we’re stuck on this floor
And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw

The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor
The doubt crawling in that we can’t just ignore
Should we carry this farce on just as before?
Or start living for life’s sake, outside the ward?

The Everlasting Traumatizing Effect of a Belt Threat

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 00:08:45 -0700

Lengthy objects seem to constrict our minds
Cutting off circulation
Releasing, leaving us fearful
Making us take precautions

In every step taken we watch what we do taking care to not step on the flowers in the garden otherwise we face a pain greater than death. We take care to not run over the people in the street.

Once the mentioning of that pain is forbidden it becomes forgotten and people run rampant in anarchy destroying themselves.

Photo

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 16:34:12 -0700

Dead End Path- Stay up, Stay Alive So hard to look myself in the...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 08:31:00 -0700

Dead End Path- Stay up, Stay Alive

So hard to look myself in the eye, peer so deeply to what’s hiding inside
True evil that I never thought, to hurt after all those times I’ve been hurt
Now I’m retracing all my steps, drawing back all my breaths until my death
My brother and me, my mother and me all those childhood memories

Why the fuck can’t I find my way
Forgive all these sins I can’t afford to pay
It’s been too long since I’ve lost my way
Forced to sit back and watch my life decay

The pain is too real,
So many scars I can’t help but feel
Helpless feeling falls over me
Like being stabbed and stabbed repeatedly
Sob story plays out before my eyes
Regret that makes me feel less than alive
Empty hole in my heart where my lies could hide
Painted image of the world that I’m locked inside

Until my last my goal is to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
So I’ll swing and swing until I spit my last
Forever I walk down this dead end path

Forever I walk alone…

Forever I walk alone, my mind is an ocean and I’ll sink like a stone
I can’t bear this cross these thorns as I follow the reaper down this path alone

Foolish Happiness

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 02:15:44 -0700

Your sheep with riches

They have been snatched by scoundrels

Yet you still smile

XXXIV

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 19:13:26 -0700

I’m no welcome mat
I’ve grown cold as years passed
I’ve accepted my fate

I’m content with it all
Keeping everyone out
Failing and proceeding

I’m colder than before
Dreading going further anymore

Excerpt from The Other World: First Confrontation

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 17:52:56 -0700

Fear was holding Daniel aback; he feared the Night Terror that lurked about this late at night would make him and Finn their next victims. Finn continued walking down the steps without the slightest hint of hesitation.
“If you really do not want to go I’ll be back here tomorrow morning to give you my proposal.” Finn kept walking, and after a few seconds of staring Daniel followed. The two went out the front gate and went down the road.
“Glad to see you decided to come along Daniel.” Finn said to him. Daniel appeared somewhat calm but he was very nervous about this. He constantly looked over his shoulder anytime he noticed a shadow only to see it was a cat or something else that posed no threat to them. Finn looked onward enjoying himself without a care in the world. He was more confident than Daniel mainly because he was older and had more experience in life. Not only that but he was strong and had been trained with a sword, a weapon of choice in which he had now had almost three decades worth of experience in.
“I have a proposal for you.” Finn told Daniel.
“What is it?”
“Seeing as to how you’ve more than likely—maybe even definitely, encountered the woman I’m on a bounty hunt for I’ll make you this offer…I’ll help you in finding your friend that was kidnapped. There is a catch to this.”
Daniel paused and though about it “What’s that?”
“You’ll have to go with me and help in finding her. While you are with me I’ll train you with a weapon so you can defend yourself when needed.”
“W-wait. Are you seri—“
“I’ am very serious. I’m an old man of sorts and have been using a sword since I was thirteen. I know I can teach you, and you’ll learn.” Daniel was stunned and speechless upon hearing this. Finn looked at Daniel as if he were his mentor “The road could be a very long one or a very short one. It could be very treacherous or very safe. The only way you’ll know is if you go and experience it; however that’s up to you.” Daniel was still speechless. It sounded as if it would be the only way he could go somewhere with his search for his friend Molly. In fact it was the only way he’d progress in his search.
“I’ll give you ‘til tomorrow morning to figure it out. I know it’s a big decision to make so quickly but it’s all I can do to help you out.” Finn said. Daniel wanted to say yes but instead he nodded holding back an answer. The two proceeded back to the house; they had walked down to the end of the road where there was a fork to proceed further down the hill or up where the rich resided. The walk back was dead silent minus the sound of their feet hitting the dirt. The hairs on the back of Daniel’s neck however began to stand up he felt it was out of nervousness. Finn looked straight on ahead as if he was glaring at someone down the road. For Daniel the walk back felt longer than it did to initially get to the fork in the road. Each minute became more nerve wracking for him.
Suddenly Finn stopped dead in his tracks. Daniel took a couple more steps only to stop realizing Finn had stopped. Daniel looked back at him. Finn examined their surroundings.
“We’re not alone right now….”
Daniel stood frozen in fear and Finn drew his blade. He beckoned Daniel to hide and he immediately hid behind a trash can that was obscured by bushes. Finn could hear heavy long footsteps approaching. He looked back and saw a human silhouette that immediately paused and crept closer. Finn readied himself and took a few steps forward.
“By command of the Bounty Hunters of Dothan, I order you to remain still and put your hands up where I can see them!”
The figure stopped but he did not raise his hands. Finn proceeded to take more steps but the figure was still approaching. Finn gritted his teeth and moved further ahead to see the figure pulled out a sabre. Finn remained still as the figure started to slowly charge him. He heard a bloodcurdling scream and saw the man. He stood evenly at six feet the same height as Finn. His eyes were whited out and black liquid surrounded them, it ran down each side as if they were two waterfalls. He bore a large grim grin on his face. His sword was raised and he struck only to be blocked by Finn’s sword.
“Guess we’ll have to duke this one out.” He said glaring at the man. There was no doubt in Daniel or Finn’s mind that this was the Night Terror as everyone referred to him as. He let out another scream towards the stars as if he was not only mocking, but letting the gods who watched over this world know of his deeds. Finn swung at him only to miss multiple times. The man was quick. Finn was able to hold his own against him which only frustrated him to the point where he spoke.
“You……you bastard….Why aren’t you, cowering.”
“I fear no one. I get paid to catch and at times kill scum like you.” Finn kicked the man pushing him back a few feet. The man’s grin morphed into a snarl as he charged once more this time cutting Finn across the cheek as he swung. Daniel watched looking around wishing there was a way he could help. As he scanned the ground he noticed there was a steel pipe lying by him. Although it was rusty he took it and banged it hard on the ground once, it did not bend. Daniel rushed out sprinting towards the two. Finn could hear Daniel rushing yet he continued to fight. Finn and the man both were engaged with their swords crossed staring each other directly in the eyes. Suddenly the man perked up as soon as he saw Daniel charging at him. Finn took this moment to swing and cut the man across the chest. Daniel came to a halt. The man looked at Daniel with a crazed look in his eyes and looked back at Finn who was ready to strike at any moment. The man withdrew his Sabre, his eyes were slowly starting to regain their color and he was becoming frustrated, the black liquid was starting to come off. He said nothing and began to back up while Finn came closer. Suddenly the man quickly put his arm out with his palm wide open and shot fire at both of them. He then planted both of his hands on the ground. Smoke surrounded him and he faded away.