can you hear me now?: January 2007

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I have people skills...

My mutant power is the ability to make people uncomfortable...

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Yea, i stole this...

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
Not as easy as you might think...

1. Where is your cell phone?:desk

2. boyfriend/girlfriend?:non existent.

3. Your hair?brown.

4. Your mother?downstairs.

5. Your father?:rock.

6. your favorite item?:bed.

7. Your dream last night?:incoherent.

8. Your favorite drink?whiskey.

9. Your dream car?chevelle.

10. The room you are in?mine.

11. Your ex?gone.

12. Your fear?always.

13. What do you want to be in 10 years?happy.

14. Who did you hang out with last night?:me.

15. What you're NOT?:content.

16. Muffins?:chocolate.

19. The last thing you did?:post.

20. What are you wearing?:shorts.

23. The last thing you ate?:popcorn.

24. Your life?:eh.

25. Your mood?impatient.

26. Your friends: great

27. What are you thinking about right now?time.

28. Your car?silver.

29. What are you doing at the moment?:thinking.

30. Your summer?:waiting.

32. What is on your tv?csi.

33. Yesterday?:exhausting.

34. Last time you cried?:ha.

35: School?huh?

Too close for comfort...

I drove for what felt like forever. My destination was few and far between. My demon was in the back seat, smiling at me through broken teeth. It knashed at me with each passing lane. The spit set the grass on fire. An eternity wasnt long enough. Eventually she sat next to me. The car cruised faster than I thought. My feet pushed far into the floor until I felt the ground. My head on fire and the sun fell off the earth. She always liked when I talked, maybe it was my voice. The words split the car in half. I fell out the window the way she would talk to me, slow and incoherent. I hit the ground with a speed only the dust would feel. I was enveloped by the sound. When the noise stopped and I looked around the car was on fire. Two pieces split the road. I stood up but the legs underneath me were water. It rushed over my head and I started to drown. I only blame myself for what happened. Can't blame the demon. He saw what was going to happen. Knew it all along. I saw it myself but the blinders I had on cut out the light. When I took them off the light was too strong for me to handle and I lost it. I found what I thought I had been looking for, but then again, I was blind. I felt her hand against my face, or what felt like a hand. There were fingers. Finger nails. Sure, I had convinced myself it was her hand. Afterall, it smelled like her. I opened my eyes. Could only see so much. Maybe it was enough. I started to laugh. Demon didn't like that at all. He tore a hole in my chest. Memories escaped with prisoner speed. I could cry, but that would make him mad. The tear I did shed left a track mark down my face that filled with hate. I showed it my weakness and it nearly killed me. She knew that too. Latched on for the ride. I layed there for a while, motionless. My demon knew better. It wasn't over. Not for me. Certainly, not for him. Far too easy. It's not over. Maybe if I killed him first. He stuck his hand in my chest. Felt around. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't get it out. He was stuck with me. My last laugh. I may not have won, but I have him. Stuck to me in this black hole. I win. Not him. Maybe.

Labels: Aneurysm

Monday, January 08, 2007

Through the slime and the mud....

She was barely visible through the fog. Standing there, I could hardly see what was goin on. Was she walking away? I started chasing after her, but the glass under my feet cut deep. Eventually it broke away and I started falling hearing her laughter above me. I tumbled for an eternity before the sun broke through the clouds and the ground shot up and caught me. For a second, it made sense. I started running again. Eventually I caught up to the train. It can't beat me forever. I'll see it again. Once, maybe. I slipped off the caboose and my hand was severed. A bloody octopus slithered out and choked me. When I woke up, she was standing above me, crying. Steel rain poked holes in my head. As the air rushed in I could see she was laughing through the tears. The waves tossed me ashore. She wasn't there but the fog had risen to eye level. I ducked to get by. Apparently, this is where I live now.

Labels: Aneurysm