Submerged in abyss, darkness fills my lungs as I breathe in the water that surrounds me. Reaching out desperately for something- anything! But at last nothing was to be found. Despair rises in the bottom of my gut, as I gain second wind to struggle from this... This pitless ocean.
Its cold... Why is it so cold? Why the hell is it so fucking cold?
Thoughts race through my head, as I can feel the void drag me in never the less towards its open mouth. Laughter fills my head as malefic visions flood in, memories of my worst nightmares haunt me as I continue to sink, drifting down as if an anchor is chained to my soul. Means of escape are futile
I thought my taste for you would have disapated from the lack of hue that distrots me with disorienting blinding lights, but I was wrong, god was I fucking wrong. I thought I could keep my composure and show some god damn back bone when I stood around you but I can't. I thought that...
These hands, they don't feel like they used to, these eyes don't see what is still true. But this heart remains the same, and always for you.
I loved you.
Words I've only said to one person, words that when said will change everything in between two people, my life was already a train wreck, why'd you have to pour the gasoline and light the fire? Temptation
Vows always broken, dissapointment fills my cup as I slam it down like shots, shots like gunfire, that one that happens every fucking day around the world. Yeah this is another rant, do I care? Not unless you don't read it. Sure has been a long time since I've had something to talk about. Seems like now a days I can't really do anything right, and I don't have any feelings towards anyone. As if my life hit the floor of failure, and broken through the pavement of disaster. I won't waste your time with these hateful lyrics, I just want someone to hear the jist of every day for me. My mother talks about suicide, and running away from her life, a
The air smelled of piss and decaying wood, the atmosphere was.... Well there really wasn't a such thing as an Atmosphere at this point, you could see the sun desperately peaking through the cracks of moldy wood as as small glimmers of rays shot through the cracks. Its bad when the only good aspect of your house is the lighting, there were a couple of lost souls as the clustered around a small oak coffee table, typical wood, typical newspapers littered on it, typical ash tray, typical Cocaine line dragged across the surface of it, as the young man leaned down, pressing one part of the Money straw up his nose and the other against the Stimulant
hud! Thud! THUD! Loud bangs echoed through the church corridors as the cathedral screamed and moaned, oak doors barricaded up with wooden planks and benches as they rattled making a loud noise, the sound of constant groaning slammed against the door, as a pale skinned arm cracked through the door. The sounds of zombies at the door just gave the Atmosphere a nice warm feeling huh, as the young man ran up to the hole, 12 gage Shotgun grasped tight, as he bashed the arm to the side breaking it by the joint, the shoving the barrel through, letting out slug after slug, as it blew the Undead away but always brought back more from the noise, he coul
Imagine the fiery horizon; as the sun peaks over the thin lining like a small child waking up after a long slumber of happy dreams of exhilarating adventures. As you stumble out of bed to gather your pace towards the bathroom; that strong smell of coffee enters your senses, as if you could taste the Columbian Beans they used. Your mind travels back as you help yourself into a new set of clothes, something from a gift, put on that necklace that holds much meaning to your new life. You look outsid, and out on a tree you see a small owl as it stares back; watching as the sunrises behind it, now just a blurry outline that finally flies away. You
An everlasting world; made of nothing but barren wasteland, that metaphorically never ends, now picture one small boy, as he decides to take his delicate little fingers and pick up a small branch; carving out crude circles around them; sitting down in the middle of it. As he quietly chants to himself, "This is my spot, this is my bubble, my safe zone, the only place where no one will EVER, see, or touch me in anyway. A place where I can cry and be alone..." You're the warm little center of this planet, but what you really don't notice is that you really are the only living thing that inhabits it. This is your fucking pathetic life now and yo
Why is the anatomy on humans so confusing? Its to the point by the scientific explanation on how chemicals come together to form life such as us, but why do these pesky chemicals insist on bringing hormones and shit that cluster our minds? Recently a girl I really liked broke up with me for what I thought was a pretty shit reason at first. As I tried to explain to my friends Jake and Matt, nothing seemed to suffice my feelings. I burned, tried to forget with toxicity of herbal incense, drinking, whatever. I torched all the things she gave me as a present as I watched the bracelet she made me burn. All I could do is sigh, no tears, no fears...
Eric Chin
Mrs. Van Metre
English 4
20 November 2010
Inspiration Is Hard to Come By for an Artist
Bradenton
In a small hick town like this, aspiring to leave is not hard; finding the correct thing to do is.
I hate this whole scene, if you're a teenager in Bradenton; theres a hard chance you'll get
recognized for any hidden talent. The first time I found true inspiration in this city; located
on the back of Florida, God's waiting room, was an alternative singer, his name was
Isaac Brock, the vocalist of Modest Mouse, as well as a very interesting artist.
The reason why I think he's the most inspirational person to me was becaus
Submerged in abyss, darkness fills my lungs as I breathe in the water that surrounds me. Reaching out desperately for something- anything! But at last nothing was to be found. Despair rises in the bottom of my gut, as I gain second wind to struggle from this... This pitless ocean.
Its cold... Why is it so cold? Why the hell is it so fucking cold?
Thoughts race through my head, as I can feel the void drag me in never the less towards its open mouth. Laughter fills my head as malefic visions flood in, memories of my worst nightmares haunt me as I continue to sink, drifting down as if an anchor is chained to my soul. Means of escape are futile
I thought my taste for you would have disapated from the lack of hue that distrots me with disorienting blinding lights, but I was wrong, god was I fucking wrong. I thought I could keep my composure and show some god damn back bone when I stood around you but I can't. I thought that...
These hands, they don't feel like they used to, these eyes don't see what is still true. But this heart remains the same, and always for you.
I loved you.
Words I've only said to one person, words that when said will change everything in between two people, my life was already a train wreck, why'd you have to pour the gasoline and light the fire? Temptation
Vows always broken, dissapointment fills my cup as I slam it down like shots, shots like gunfire, that one that happens every fucking day around the world. Yeah this is another rant, do I care? Not unless you don't read it. Sure has been a long time since I've had something to talk about. Seems like now a days I can't really do anything right, and I don't have any feelings towards anyone. As if my life hit the floor of failure, and broken through the pavement of disaster. I won't waste your time with these hateful lyrics, I just want someone to hear the jist of every day for me. My mother talks about suicide, and running away from her life, a
The air smelled of piss and decaying wood, the atmosphere was.... Well there really wasn't a such thing as an Atmosphere at this point, you could see the sun desperately peaking through the cracks of moldy wood as as small glimmers of rays shot through the cracks. Its bad when the only good aspect of your house is the lighting, there were a couple of lost souls as the clustered around a small oak coffee table, typical wood, typical newspapers littered on it, typical ash tray, typical Cocaine line dragged across the surface of it, as the young man leaned down, pressing one part of the Money straw up his nose and the other against the Stimulant
hud! Thud! THUD! Loud bangs echoed through the church corridors as the cathedral screamed and moaned, oak doors barricaded up with wooden planks and benches as they rattled making a loud noise, the sound of constant groaning slammed against the door, as a pale skinned arm cracked through the door. The sounds of zombies at the door just gave the Atmosphere a nice warm feeling huh, as the young man ran up to the hole, 12 gage Shotgun grasped tight, as he bashed the arm to the side breaking it by the joint, the shoving the barrel through, letting out slug after slug, as it blew the Undead away but always brought back more from the noise, he coul
Imagine the fiery horizon; as the sun peaks over the thin lining like a small child waking up after a long slumber of happy dreams of exhilarating adventures. As you stumble out of bed to gather your pace towards the bathroom; that strong smell of coffee enters your senses, as if you could taste the Columbian Beans they used. Your mind travels back as you help yourself into a new set of clothes, something from a gift, put on that necklace that holds much meaning to your new life. You look outsid, and out on a tree you see a small owl as it stares back; watching as the sunrises behind it, now just a blurry outline that finally flies away. You
An everlasting world; made of nothing but barren wasteland, that metaphorically never ends, now picture one small boy, as he decides to take his delicate little fingers and pick up a small branch; carving out crude circles around them; sitting down in the middle of it. As he quietly chants to himself, "This is my spot, this is my bubble, my safe zone, the only place where no one will EVER, see, or touch me in anyway. A place where I can cry and be alone..." You're the warm little center of this planet, but what you really don't notice is that you really are the only living thing that inhabits it. This is your fucking pathetic life now and yo
Why is the anatomy on humans so confusing? Its to the point by the scientific explanation on how chemicals come together to form life such as us, but why do these pesky chemicals insist on bringing hormones and shit that cluster our minds? Recently a girl I really liked broke up with me for what I thought was a pretty shit reason at first. As I tried to explain to my friends Jake and Matt, nothing seemed to suffice my feelings. I burned, tried to forget with toxicity of herbal incense, drinking, whatever. I torched all the things she gave me as a present as I watched the bracelet she made me burn. All I could do is sigh, no tears, no fears...
Eric Chin
Mrs. Van Metre
English 4
20 November 2010
Inspiration Is Hard to Come By for an Artist
Bradenton
In a small hick town like this, aspiring to leave is not hard; finding the correct thing to do is.
I hate this whole scene, if you're a teenager in Bradenton; theres a hard chance you'll get
recognized for any hidden talent. The first time I found true inspiration in this city; located
on the back of Florida, God's waiting room, was an alternative singer, his name was
Isaac Brock, the vocalist of Modest Mouse, as well as a very interesting artist.
The reason why I think he's the most inspirational person to me was becaus