Jagged
Jagged lines
on a paper
the scales of a snake
Jagged ice
in his heart
manifesting there
Jagged breath
in a quiet room
with only darkness
Jagged views
in their eyes
askew from one another
Jagged glass
on the path
passed over by socked feet
Jagged
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
summer, again
this summer is insane
im not making this mistake again,
way too much stuff going on,
and not enough chill time
not enough time
not enough time to be with the people i want to be with
though im spending time with a lot of them..
there will be one less camp next year,
that will free up a week
this is the busiest summer i have ever had
and it is, like i said before, insane
im not making this mistake again,
way too much stuff going on,
and not enough chill time
not enough time
not enough time to be with the people i want to be with
though im spending time with a lot of them..
there will be one less camp next year,
that will free up a week
this is the busiest summer i have ever had
and it is, like i said before, insane
Monday, June 16, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
yes, finally found him
a while back i made up a vampire guy, his name is Nic. (this was before Greg btw) All of my info on Nic is on the other pc, and im just too lazy to go find it. BuT!! hoho, i found an intro i wrote for him that i posted on a forum and will now save it and post it up here. its decent, take a look.
Nicodemus Cuyler
A young girl stood shivering in the snow. She stood close to a light post, the hood of her sweatshirt pulled up to defend her hair from the icy snow. Hands in her jean pockets, trying to warm them up.
She would be the sole witness to a horror that night.
The young girl looked to her left then right. Seeing nothing, she crossed the street. She continued on walking down the sidewalk. Casually she glanced left. What she saw made her stop in her tracks.
Two figures were down an alley. One, she thought was a woman, was lying in the two inches of snow on the ground. The other, looked male, was crouched over the woman. His black hair covered his face. The man was wearing all black, and thus blended in with the darkness excellently. The only way she could tell it was a person was his hands. The right was placed on the head of the figure on the ground, the left, gripped the figure’s arm.
Something red surrounded the woman. The red gunk turned the snow into mush. The man lifted his head, revealing a set of pale gray eyes. Spying the girl he smiled. His smile made her recoil in terror. His teeth were stained red by blood, and his canines were longer than anyone’s she new.
The man stood slowly. The young girl stood petrified, thinking he would come for her. Thankfully he didn’t. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders. Then turned and walked down the alley, slowly fading into darkness.
The girl stood there, mouth open, for another minute staring at the body in the snow. Then suddenly she took off down the sidewalk. Soon she too had become a victim to darkness’ grip.
Nicodemus Cuyler
A young girl stood shivering in the snow. She stood close to a light post, the hood of her sweatshirt pulled up to defend her hair from the icy snow. Hands in her jean pockets, trying to warm them up.
She would be the sole witness to a horror that night.
The young girl looked to her left then right. Seeing nothing, she crossed the street. She continued on walking down the sidewalk. Casually she glanced left. What she saw made her stop in her tracks.
Two figures were down an alley. One, she thought was a woman, was lying in the two inches of snow on the ground. The other, looked male, was crouched over the woman. His black hair covered his face. The man was wearing all black, and thus blended in with the darkness excellently. The only way she could tell it was a person was his hands. The right was placed on the head of the figure on the ground, the left, gripped the figure’s arm.
Something red surrounded the woman. The red gunk turned the snow into mush. The man lifted his head, revealing a set of pale gray eyes. Spying the girl he smiled. His smile made her recoil in terror. His teeth were stained red by blood, and his canines were longer than anyone’s she new.
The man stood slowly. The young girl stood petrified, thinking he would come for her. Thankfully he didn’t. He pulled his cloak over his shoulders. Then turned and walked down the alley, slowly fading into darkness.
The girl stood there, mouth open, for another minute staring at the body in the snow. Then suddenly she took off down the sidewalk. Soon she too had become a victim to darkness’ grip.
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