My heart is the flame of an innocent candle
Yours is the lips, breathing and extinguishing
I burn continually only for your lips to take away
Your words slowly break my flame to ash
I flicker and hope, as you talk gently to my soul
Your words tickle my edges and make me dance
A whisper of the truth makes my soul shake
And loud words will almost stop the light I create
You speak kind words and I stand tall, burning gently
Against the darkness of night I stand out to you
But in the light of day I can go almost unnoticed
The breeze and sunlight are too strong for me then
Charred ashes sit on a pool of melted wax
Once my burning soul, now the simple remnants of life
The leftovers of what I felt and feel, now empty
Ashes the only reminder of what once was
I don’t know yet how much I like it…
And straight from the poetry writing never published vault, comes this little peice. Nothing about it that I really like, but I don’t want to delete it for some readon. Not written about anyone, it actually started when I misunderstood some song lyrics and wrote down the first 2 lines, everything grew from there. Comment if you like it, or don’t.
I’m sorry that I can’t
Offer you my heart
‘Cause it’s already yours
Breaks cause you don’t know
Wonder why things change
From day to day for you
Be stable just for once
And tell me how you feel
I’m really so grown up
But still a child in this game
Looking in from outside
Never understand
And when I look to you
All I have is love
And when you look at me
You never understand
Broken rearview mirror
Your looking back at me
Broken glass to show you
What you want to see
Broken me, perfect you
Scabbed wings, shining halo
Rough hands, velvet lips
Torn heart, milk skin
Holy crap… So I was working on my story and I save the file on my USB Thumbdrive… I put the drive into my drawer where I always keep it… I walked away and suddenly had an idea of how to begin the final plot twist… I brandished the drive, plugged it in and opened the file… Somehow, I moved the file from the drive, but that is okay… I save the file and watch the flashing lights on the drive go crazy and then stop…. I unplug the drive and assume it all saved and go to bed… This morning, I have some inspiration and I pull the drive out again to work on it… No file… Surely it’s saved somewhere… No? Fark… Wait, how much writing exactly have I lost? Oh, around 20,000 words… It is nowhere to be found on my computer and it’s not on the thumbdrive… I searched every file for all kinds of things, file names, containing character names, dates modified, file types… It’s gone… 20,000 words and about 12 months work… Gone… Someone kill me with a blunt instrument, because I feel like absolute shit… I wanted to do a rewrite, but this is hardly what I had in mind…
There is something very inspiring about having a shower at night. It’s not that you get to pee in a drain or partake in solo-sexual acts, but it’s the fact that apart from the dull whir of the exhaust fan, you are totally left alone with your thoughts. I spend 99% of my day listening to music, so it’s not often I just take some time to exist in silence and listen to my head. Okay, so maybe it has something to do with the solo-sexual acts too, but in the last 15 minutes I have written approximately a page in my story. That is one A4 page of Verdana print at 9pt. That is a substantial amount of writing and I owe it all to my late night desire to cleans my body before I go off to bed.
Getting this story started was so simple. The story had been developing for months in my head as I created the characters, their faults and failings, their emotional levels, their distinctiveness, their idiosyncrasies, and the plot in which I would put them in. I wrote the first chapter, then re-wrote the first chapter, until the first chapter became two. Then I reworked those, gave them more and more depth and discovered that the story was taking on more depth than I had ever expected. I had planned on writing a short story, however if the story keeps developing it could end up as a full novel. This wouldn’t phase me, but the problem with writing a novel is that it takes a lot of time and if it’s not successful you end up wasting months of your life working in a literary project that is only good for kindling.
Since I decided that I wanted to try my hand at writing in August, 2003 I have written a lot of stories. Some are decent starts to larger stories, some are utter crap and some are buried somewhere in the local waste center. The one thing that I have learned about writing is that the story takes on it’s own life. Sure, you start the story, but after your fingers begin flowing, you find yourself typing sentences that have never before had meaning in your mind.
Writing is still a dream to me. Nothing would make me happier than some day being able to call myself a “writer” or even an “author,” but one thing I know for certain is that I won’t be giving up on this dream. I hope that if nothing else this story teaches me something about myself. I hope that I am a better person at the end than who I was when I begun. This journey started with an empty sheet in OpenOffice, who knows where it will end up?
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I just went to my University website and downloaded assignment specifications for my first Internet Security unit. I began reading and noticed a certain part that said “4 to 5 pages.” This confused me at first, until I realized that I was being asked to write an essay. Wooooo hoooooo! I have written 1 essay since I left high school and it was only 500 words, which was mildly boring. This essay is going to be something that I can really sink my teeth into and really show off my writing skills a little.
Here is the question:
“Write an essay on a recent computer security threat that has been reported in the media and/or in Computer Science literature.”
How cool is that question, huh? It rawks! Hard! \m/
I am going to do some looking around Slashdot and stuff to try and find an attack that is particularly good. If any knows of a good one that has a lot of information available, give me a link. That would be cool! :)
Okay, well I have just had an epiphany and it goes like this. The real beauty behind web comics is they way they are released, right? You get a small installment every day (or two or three) and it becomes very easy to read. Recently I began writing a story, that I honestly think could really become something. The whole thing needs a rework, but after the rework it should be quite good. I think what I might do, is release it on a weblog as I write it. I’ll just write a bit on Monday / Wednesday / Friday rotation and release it very similar to the web comic Megatokyo.
It won’t have illustrations, it will just be a piece-by-piece novel. At the end of it, I will probably rework it again and either self-publish it, publish it over Café Press or (and I highly doubt it) some company might want to publish it.
If anyone thinks that they could be possibly bored enough to read it, please let me know. If I get no interest it might never start, but if there is some interest it might become a worthwhile adventure.
I was speaking to my friend Jason this morning and he informed me that he opened an account at Deviant Art. Deviant Art, for those who may not know, is an art community where any old Jo(e) can share their artwork with other like minded people. Well I thought to myself, “I’ve been wanting a place to show off my picture of the heavens for a long time now, this is my chance”. So I signed up.
I’d love it if you guys checked my stuff out, even though right now I only have a very small amount of stuff on my account. I am tossing up whether to submit my megatokyo art, but the picture of the sky I took is definitely worth a look. Go on and sign up and leave a few comments. Don’t forget to look around, find yourself a wallpaper and leave some comments for some other artists.
She sat with wet salty cheeks as he caressed her hair gently. It felt like the end of the world and that nothing would repair the destruction. Her blond hair caught the light and shimmered in the corner of his eye. He could feel her sadness coming from her skin as he brushed her face gently. She sobbed gently for hours as he held her in his arms. How can it be so, could they honestly cancel 2 Guys and a Girl reruns? Oh, the drama.
My brother bought two snakes yesterday.
I hate snakes, they smell like chutney and wheelbarrow tires.
Creepy crawly little things they are.
So what if they are only 20cms long, they will eventually be big and able to kill me.
Unless I kill them first.
Crack their little necks.
Stomp their little faces.
I think I might kill them.
Yes, kill them.
Or, better yet, I will wait till whacking day.
Yes, whacking day.
Don’t know why I am writing like this, yet strangely satisfied.
Yes, satisfied.