Broken everlastings, of a tired old dragon, Never broke his heart, but iced his knowledged mind,
I never met someone with mothering nurtured tastes, Everyone wants to ride the seahorse... Everyone wants to...
Communism lacks the furosity of the flame, My snake has its own cunning, My snake can breathe the breath of life, Friends, Nazi's, killers of the great beast,
Grasping the last, I turn to the northwest and bring the boringness to life, Borish brownies, have a reasonable taste, Break the final topic into...
Holding on to your last breath, I leave upon you the lacking, When it grants you the gorge, Summon upon yourself the final feeding.
I walk along an open highway, I turn to my left and see pastures of green, I turn to my right and see a path of wasted landfill, I look down and see the long and yellow line of the street
This is my party, This is my Fun, Which side to take, Which home to run
Can I take much more, Never knew how well, You take me away, From this endless Hell,
This is my party, This is my fun, Which side to take, Which home to run,
Once a madman, Always the lover, Slave to my hatred, Wrenched in the past,
This is my party, This is my fun, Which side to take, Which home to run,
I know this song has no connection to the wind, but I feel that somehow God talks to me through the Wind, and whenever I feel the wind against me I feel no hatred or pain, I hope God gives you some sort of satisfaction.
Never Give Up Hope, There is Always Someone Who is There...
Red leaves flow across the floor of and old barn, The barn was red once, Now it is brown, One example of how life is short,
When does the sun burnout father? It wont ever burn out son, Are you sure, Well, Im not sure but let the good Lord be,
Get your damn toys out of that floor, (Child proceeds to fill arms and mouth with toys as quickly as possible, trying to keep it hidden that hes crying), What did I tell you, you little son of a bitch, Im sorry father, I just wanted to play, I didnt mean to, Of course you didnt, but sorry doesnt help, (Father grabs son by the arm with enough force to jerk him from the floor and leave a bruise, right about the time the mother walks in), What are you doing? Im teaching this boy not to scatter his toys in the floor, Now I want you to go in the other room so you dont have to see, Ok dear, try not to be to hard on him,
(As the Mother walks to the nearest bedroom the son is told to pull his pants down and bend slightly forward) Now if you dont cry this will get over pretty fast, Ok daddy, (father slides off his belt and begins to warp welts and cuts into his son...)
"Some things in a persons life may make you think that others have it just as hard, or easier, and maybe a little worse in your own, depending on the person..."
And if you are ever in need of anything out of life God is waiting to answer your questions and help you.
In other words never give up hope, there is always someone who is there...
Everywhere I turn, the eyes of loathing leave their burn, just to leave a simple glance, at life and love that has no chance,
When you read upon my words, do they make you fear the worst, or simply make you cry with fear, or pain of those you lost so dear,
I cant read or write what has been wronged, but chances is are their not that strong, please dont clench your fist with anger, yet killing me would slay a stranger,
Hope is hopefull unless left to starve, only those who bleed the scar, shall remain to stop the devils preaching, a vast new look at his new breeding,
So when you frown and drop a slide, never look upon my sky, cause when its dark and grey, shine, will be the light of day....
I wrote a poem this morning while it automatically came from my head... I hope you like it. :?
The night was hot, and in the distance was the sun beating down on the gentle city, the City of Angels. Although there were no angels in this dark. and desolate location.
She was young, around 23 and full of life. Her name was Lenne, and she was returning home from the market with a loaf or bread and a small pallet of sugar.
The Devil in the cornor was licking his lips as he passed her at the corner store. He was broad and muscled, and when he walked he left his presence in the mind of all malicious killers. Not even the most evil of souls would try and stop him. He was silent and crude, spitting as he walked.
Her on the other hand was the exact opposite, smiling as she turned the dark corner. With her items curled in her arms as gentle as if it was her only child. She had a suffle, warm, and athletic body. Wondering eyes squinted to see the light from her pert presence. She often hopped and skipped like a nervous girl at weddings.
But the Devil was not amused, he began to smirk and laugh as she passed. She began to pick up speed as the darkness enveloped her into a blistering panic, in which he only grinned.
He began to rip and shred her clothes in the silent ally. She attempted to scream but to no avail, she could not be heard. As the Devil reached into his pocket, he removed the only thing in which to cease her angry screams. The green apple was not just a food but a mamming tool, and he used it to his best delights.
As the screaming subsided he began to think all was well but nothing could prepare him for the large brick she carried in her purse.
As the brick collided with the Devils head he fell uncouncious laying on topside of her aggitated body. She then pushed him off so she could breath easier, and just about that time the police had arrived and took the malicious mastermind in. One policeman turned to the lady and handed her his jacket, "Are you ok, miss?" she then turned around and slammed the brick into his head leaving him motionless on the ground. She smiled and dropped the brick upon the ground, "That was a new dress!"
I remember my aunt telling me about 4 years ago how I would turn out in the world. At the time she was well on her way to being a psychic, pssh yeah right! She might be right though, hell, Im an open person. Anyway she could take a deck of cards and read out every last one until she got your past(in which she was right, all the damn time, heh, it was scary) and your future(which you have no clue). She sat there and said, son, its time... Like she was some spiritual meaning in my life. She then told me that later in my life I would meet this prostitute and instead of having sex with her I would befriend her and we would share our life problems, but remain friends, and later on she would get me killed if I didnt watch myself. She told me that if I didnt ldo the right thing and stay out of pubs that I would surely die at the hands of a heartbroken man. And after a while of debating on how I would die she told me a bullet in the lungs, or some crazy voodoo shit like that. She then told me that I would not achieve my musical career in the way I wanted it, and I was shocked, cause such a thing never entered my mind so I shrugged it off. I said to myself, "Dont be afraid, its a bunch of bullshit anyway." She told me I would be the entertainment on a cruise ship, I nearly shit my pants!!!
I just thought I would share that with you gossip seekers, and Megan dont slap me If I said I thought you were the prostitute.
One day when I was around 16, I guess, either that or 17 I was good friends with a person that I met 3 or 4 years ago, and I had an idea to take her to the movies with me cause I thought she was a really good friend, and to this day she still is no matter what happened. Anyway, we went to Tullahoma and saw the second X-Men movie, and it was awesome, but that's not what I want to tell you about....
Life is full of surprises and this was the greatest surprise I ever could imagine. While the last 5 minutes of the movie where into play we glanced at each other, I smiled, she did some kind of weird face which egged me on into thinking I wanted to kiss her. So I mumbled something and that something was, "god, I want to kiss you so bad." I said that so quietly it prompted her to say, "what?", and so I continued to smile and feel stupid. I reached for her hand and she took it, what a surprise, then she gave me the look again. Oooo, the look, the look of kiss me. So I continued to smile and act stupid. Then we began to come closer to each other, and we were holding each other. Then the movie ended, and we walked out and talked about the movie till we got to the car, and then before she opened the door and got in she looked at me with that angelic smile and entered the car, and I began to think, "Does she want me to kiss her?"
So, I got in the car still bewildered about the whole thing, but I knew what was going on, and it made me feel so special. So on the way home we kept nudging over to each other and soon we were holding each other like earlier. We were nearing the road to her residence, and she gave me that look, again.
I knew that this was my time to strike, and I was not going to pass this up. As I looked into those eyes I knew this was going to change my life, but I did not know if it was for the better or the worse. Our minds bonded into one simple thought. And today I still dont understand but I knew that a special bond was being formed for the rest of my life. Our bodies grew closer and for some reason I felt warm, warm enough to fill the cold car with heat. I was thinking, "This is it, Jared, you lucky bastard, you are the man." As our lips drew closer and closer we closed our eyes, and that was the most passionate and real kiss I had ever experienced. I consider it to be my first kiss. Never will one topple it, not even the person I shared it with could ever do it again, and I shall remember it for the rest of my life.
I loved that girl that night, and I will continue to love her no matter how or why. I know I will meet others but she will always be on my mind.
Babe, I must be stealing your spirit, And your strength is withiring, I know you must go to be happy, I want to be with you forever,
If it was a perfect world, You would be my lady, If it was a perfect world, We would make it last,
If I could be your rock, Then therefore you would role, My heart will tell me something, That the end would sure not show,
If it was a perfect world, You would be my lady, If it was a perfect world, We would make it last,
Even if I do not run away, I will find you again, Your kidden has forever, The love you gave to me,
When I look back on my mind, I turn it up to loud, I wish to not hurt you no further, And love you till the end,
If it was a perfect world, You would be my lady, If it was a perfect world, We would make it last,
Megan, If you wish to be happy we can make a choice, if you want to go away then take your time and think, but I know you love me, at least enough to let me go, then I should do the same. If the end is near, and if you wish to love the last out of me, then Im hear for you. If you stay for anyone, stay for Cris. I can visit you when I get out of college on the week days and stuff, but it seems to me that you dont have a heart here. I must have sucked up the rest of your heart, but I love you enough to let you go, even though I dont want to. But if you want to end the Relationship we have and start being friends again, and if it easies the pain of saying goodbye, which I hope will never happen, then you should do it. I love you with all of my heart, and now I know what true love is and I will never forget it. You have made a profound impact on my life and I hope I have your's too. Dont think of me as a passing failure, cause I could never think of you that way. I regard you as the best girl Ive ever known, and you should give yourself more credit than ever. I wish I could help your depression but life must continue the way you wish it to and I cannot stop that. I love you and I will not interfere with anything that makes you happy. This is my true love confession and I hope it touches your heart the way you have touched mine. Please know that I Love you and I will always have a special place in my heart for you. What is true love? True love to me is when you are willing to sacrifice for that person fully. Love is not said it is felt and the feeling will never leave your true love, and that is a grand thing.
These past few days have been extremely horrible. I wish I was dead sometimes so I dont have to go through all this blog shit. Lately Ive been slacking but hell, I dont care.
All that people do on this thing is bitch about how there life sucks or some shit like that. I know that I do it to but I get so sick and tired of people getting in my face when I try to have some fun. Yesterday Hannah bitched me out about something I got permission to do, and I dont really give a damn if she reads this, it wasnt like her to be this way and it pisses me off.
Hell, maybe I am wrong but it didnt hurt anyones feelings, I guess some people just need some "BITCHING FUEL!"
Anyways, Ive got strap throat and I missed today. I have a few days to make up and thats the most of my worrys, but as long as some people stay the fuck away from me Ill be just fine.
Hey everyone, just thought I would tell you a story Im making up inside my head as I type! Its actually a script from one of my excerts.
Actors: Dr. Mycoxaphloppin: Jesse Jones Steve The Beast: Jared Nunley
One fine day at G.U.N.S Training academy.
Dr. M: Now my young apprentice I will show you how to aim the BALL SUCKER X3.
Steve: I already know how you stupid son of a bitch!
Dr. M: Hey, I didnt go through 12 years of evil medical school to be called an sob!
Steve: I dont give a fuck what the hell you went through, by George!
Dr. M: You need to learn some respect!
Steve: What the fuck ever, your the one given me shit... piles of it!
Steve The Beast dashes for the Docs gun. As he soars through the air he graps a baseball bat and hits the Doc in the head, in turn knocking him unconcious!
Thinking the Doc is dead Steve Grabs the BALL SUCKER X3 and says:
Hey everyone just thought I would add a blog about everyones favorite mom.
Oh yeah, everyone is supposed to know that I am a kidden, and that Im very cute so when you see me in the hall, call me a kidden, and if you dont a sure as hell fire titty twister is on the way, hola!
Any ways, how is everyone, just thought I'd ask cause Im not a very sensetive guy....
Hmm... This is an interesting fact. Every pig born in the U.S. is automatically sodomized by the British.
:twisted: Damn Brit bastard's. Oh well I love Megan Brady with all of my heart and soul, hooscow!
Oh yeah, Megan. Dont worry if I ever look depressed in the morning its just that Im sleepy and that its too early. And thanks for the hot chocolate, I need that stuff to get to feeling better, woo hooo!
Anyways yesterday I was so damn hyper it wasnt funny. That hot chocolate really does it for me. I must have scared Megan to death yesterday. It was fun though, heh heh! She was smiling and that makes it a good day.
This morning was wonderful... I couldnt ask for a better one. Cris was there too, he spent the night, and we had a blast! I woke up and it was before time to wake up so I felt bad but hell, I dont give a damn! I got to school early to, and that means more time with my rock goddess, heh heh.
I hope everyone else had an awesome morning. :shock: hyper, hyper, and more hyper, aye aye aye ayeeee! :shock:
If there was a time when I felt alone, I would run to an old sheltered home, And look upon the great wilderness, That no priest how mercifull would have blessed,
I run out into the sky, wishing and hoping that I would die, but nothing is fathomed and nothing is felt, Except for the leather on my fathers belt,
Oh how do you live and hold me to cry, How does the pain yurn me to lie, Is the heart broken or will it be meant, To live out my life with malicious content,
I run from the pain, And hide all the fear, I wish to be left in the shadow of me, Nothing will break me and nothing will stay, When I hold you tight I feel like a tree,
Tough as iron and cold as steel, Leave me in the nimble feel, For I wont break or leave of your side, I feel so dark, so broken, so bruised, so blind,
I wish to be more, But nothing to great, Live out my life without the regret, For one who is dead should feel out the pain, My life could be cold and clodded with soul, Who am I now, just a simple child, "Hah", I said as I run out the back, Hoping and wishing that you would call back, But thats not the case for I am the wind, The broken storied endless blend...
Here are some songs that we might play we just want you to vote on the one you like the best, have fun!
1. The Way(Lynyrd Skynyrd) 2. Knockin on heavens door(Guns & Roses) 3. So Far Away(Staind) 4. Friends In Low Places(Garth Brooks) 5. When Im Gone(3 Doors Down)
Vote till your hearts content, hell vote on the same song multiple times if you want. We want to bring the most fun to this concert. :wink:
Hey everyone! I'm in applied communications and I thought I would add a blog cause Im having a great day.
I have to say something about yesterday first.
Yesterday I had found a special technique in the ways of love... Whenever you touch the back of someones head while making out they have this urge to rape you! Just thought I would inform you peeps. You should try it if you arent already!
Today has been awesome and I have just been in first period! Its been great, and I dont know why. I think its cause Megan held my hand down the hall. Makes me feel like Im not a shameful person to be with, maybe I just worry too much.
Hey blog peeps, whats up? I just thought I would tell you about my week. On friday me and Megan went to a dance that I promised I would take her to. It sucked, Dani and Jesse never went to it, but they would have If we hadnt stopped them. It was a good thing we stopped them. Plus, I wasnt comfortable in that atmosphere, and I mean I was dying to get out of there. After the dance me and my sweety went to Jesse house and caught them making babies so to speak. We painted there faces and talked about rolling Bobs house, so we went out to the Pig and almost bought some toilet paper. After we gave up on buying the pooper paper we decided to go to Coalmont and hang out. After that I broke a broom and took Megan home, I felt a little uneasy and irritated without sleep, man I was tired. So anyway I told Megan I loved her and we said bye, then I asked her if there were any problems and she said no, so I felt better after that. Instead of going home I went to the Nassos and caught Kim, Cara, Bobby, Casey, and Jesse Layne over there, and we had a fuckin blast blowin shit up. They did role my truck, but Hell who cares. :). I spent the night over there and the next day I decided that I wanted to lose contact with the whole world, and I did have a lot on my mind to sort through, and I have been stressed a little, but its ok, and as long as everything is stable it will be fine.
Im sorry for not talking to you babe, I didnt want to talk to anyone today and I just felt exhausted from the week.
Paul Johnson, a mild mannered and extremely ill tempered man from the North was one night found burned, bruised and beaten to death in the power lines of nearby Coalmont Elementary. There was only one witness to this crime and he brought to us the legend of The Silent Jack. The Silent Jack was once a human being with a bloodlust to kill all sorts of things, and the most favorite thing the Jack had murdered was another human being. After his first kill he began a bizarre number of murders in which he would cut his prey from the tip of there toes to the top of there skulls releasing the steam from there bodies and pretending to consume the steam in which he thought was the souls of the dead. This brought him great satisfaction and a feeling of power from the dead. The Police and other affiliates were seeding a plot to vanquish the evil doer and put a stop to the madness at which he had sprung upon the world. The Police and townspeople of Coalmont could not put a stop to the mad mans rampage for they could not find him. Marie Johnson and her other teenage friends were out on Halloween trick or treating. Of course you must also know that the Jack enjoys this holiday. So anyways the team of trick or treaters were racking in bagfuls of candy and getting weighted down pretty badly. The Jack had began to yell out a battle cry, and it terrified the kids into a dark trail called the Power Lines. If anyone lives in Coalmont they should know that on top of Coalmont hill resides the Power Line 4 wheeler trail. And it was an awesome site to hold this slaughter thought the Jack. He had seen the children before but not paid any attention to them before but now he had a craving for his own little artwork. He caught one child and proceeded to remove his head, and so he did. “One down” he yelled as all the other Children watched in horror. He began to sprint toward the next child hovering over them like a sadistic snake. “Your mine” he said, and as he grabbed for the child, as a lone man came out of the darkness with a trench coat and a small pistol in his hand and said, “Monster, how dare you take out you aggression on these small helpless kids, why don’t you pick on me, a person you might have a problem with!” The Jack slowly regained his footing and with the quickness of a tiger leaped at the man. This proved to be a bad move as the man unloaded his pistol on the leaping Jack, and shooting him to the ground. The Jack landed on one knee and began to breathe hard, stood up and began walking slowly towards the man. The man desperately reached into his coat and unleashed a powerful double barreled 12 gauge automatic, and it was homemade and rigged to the teeth. The man yelled at the monster and told him to give up, but the Jack remained silent. So the dark male figure aimed his boomstick and blew the head of the malicious murderer’s head clean off his shoulders. The Jack fell to the ground motionless and laid there until the man picked up the body and sprinted back through the darkness at which he came. All the kids watched as a sigh of relief fell over each of them. Marie Johnson decided to follow the man into the night as the kids got on there bikes and rode to there homes. “Cowards” she yelled, as they rode off to the warmth of there mothers arms. As she followed the trail of the mysterious man, she found several pieces of the Jacks shredded head, when she reached the end of her journey all she found was a fresh grave stone with a wicked looking pumping resting on the stone, and there was no sign of the man. “Humph, and I thought he was scary, big whoop, wussy, loser, eat my dirt, and if you ever mess with me or my family in any life I will whoop the tar out of you!” Those were words she was soon to regret… As the years passed on she had graduated from high school, got married, and had a beautiful baby boy named Paul. But soon after she had Paul, she was struck with a mysterious virus in which it had gradually destroyed her mind and made her insane. After 4 years she committed suicide on the roof of a mental institution. She never told her son about the Jack and soon he would pay for all the sins his mother committed. Halloween was on the way and it was a joyous holiday for all the children of Coalmont. The stories about the Jack had been silenced and it seemed like everyone was having a blast. Nearby in the deepest of the woods a lone figure was seen walking. The man who was there at the time was scouting for dear and searching for a place to put his tree stand. The man was found with his body torn to shreds by what had seemed like bare hands. Bear like footsteps were found near the body leading to a large tree and stopping. Police described the being to be around 6’5 and 210 pounds of pure muscle. They also said the being traveled by leaping from tree to tree with awesome accuracy. Halloween had finally arrived and Paul Johnson was taking his daughter Patsy out to trick or treat. Paul hated the holiday with a passion, always boasting about how Halloween was invented by the candy company and that all they were doing was promoting them. “Bah, I cant stand Halloween, it always gets me in a horrible mood!” exclaimed the wide eyed Paul Johnson. On the way up Coalmont Hill Paul was over looking the scenery and wasn’t paying much attention to the the road and saw a shrouded figure staring him coldly in the eyes. Suddenly the apparition faded away and Paul realized he was off the road and upside down. Paul glanced over at his daughter who was still in the baby seat locked in tightly and unconscious. As he looked around for a way to get out of his car, he began to hear footsteps, loud and thudding footsteps. His heart raced, he was terrified thinking that it was some kind of animal, like a bear. The footsteps stopped but there were no sign of them. He jerked quickly to the side and low and behold a fist came out of nowhere knocking him unconscious. He soon awoke to find he was in a dank dark cave chained to the wall. He yelled and screamed for hours but not a soul heard him. He had finally decided to give up and call it quits when he heard the same old footsteps rounding the entrance of the cave. He gulped and hunkered down trying to hide himself, but to no avail. As the being rounded the side Paul noticed a child being dragged by the foot, and the head dragging the ground. The body was pierced through the side and ripped open slightly bleeding to death, and the body was deceased. Paul started crying and screaming at the Pumpkin headed giant, for he had noticed the earrings he had purchased for his daughter Patsy, and he knew at that moment that his daughter was dead. The monster dropped the body on the ground and reached for Paul stripping him from the confines and slamming him into a wall and began to savagely beat him. Paul screamed in agony and cursed at the monster threatening him. The monster did not speak nor did it acknowledge the presence of Paul. So after 4 whole days of being beaten off and on by the malicious giant Paul had given up talking or trying to reason with the monster. He had given up on life and all things to do with it. One night the monster picked him up and returned him to the place of the Jacks own buriel site and handed him a shovel. Paul, scared and alone began to dig up the grave. Slowly but surely Paul had reached the Casket. He stopped and turned to the silent behemoth and questioned him, “Why did you make me dig up this grave, and what does it have to do with you?” After the monster stared for what seemed an eternity motioned that Paul should open the casket. Fearing what was inside he opened and there laid his mother, Marie Johnson. Her remains where slightly tainted with a yellowish color and some of the rotten flesh was peeling off, also the smell was quite ghastly. As he looked at his mothers body the Jack began to laugh, and chuckle. Paul was so terrified he knew what was coming next, his execution. The Jack grabbed Paul by the hair of his head and took him to the highest point of the Power Lines. Paul begged and pleaded to be spared but the Jack only looked at him with an evil grin. As the Jack proceeded to beat and remove the fingers of Paul, the wind grew terrible with a smell that reeked of old dead. Paul beaten and without fingers started to crawl towards the monster and pleaded for death. So the monster obliged him, and using his powerful strength grabbed poor old Paul by the ankle and the neck and slammed his rib cage across his knee in turn breaking his spinal cord. After Paul yelled out a sigh of relief the monster tossed his body into the electric power lines of Coalmont while laughing madly at the sad sight. As Paul’s body began to fry The Silent Jack walked away and was never seen again…
