Danny:
It's 2:30 AM and I have yet to start my final essay for English. Gah, I am so stupid! I should always check to see what homework I have before playing video games. Around 1 o' clock, around the time I beat Halo 3 for the second time on heroic difficulty, I realized I had to write this essay. I checked to see if anyone was online via AIM, no dice. Then, I thought, "Who could be awake at this time?" And only one name came to mind: Max. I called him up and, luckily, he was awake making pickles. PICKLES?! Who makes pickles? And at this hour? Anyway, he helped me calm down and told me what he does in these situations: Drink 2 red bulls, read 10 pages of any book, and start typing. So far, I've only done the first thing. Hearing my own heartbeat has to have been the single-most scariest sound I have ever heard. So now, in the lowest-of-the-low position I have ever been in, I ask for your help.
Mrs. Koch:
Danny! GO TO BED! You can stay home tomorrow if you need to.
Danny:
Um... thanks Mom, I love you!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
It's Lovely, I Say (Independant Writing #2)
Like a river it flows
With a single coy, all alone
Although at times
It acts as wild vines overgrown
It's been with you forever
But it's only been a few years with me
Your parents may dislike it
But your friends disagree
Some say it's average
Some say it's odd
But I am not some
And I say it's lovely
And when it snows outside
The snow rests all over it
I notice and laugh
As you shake your head in a fit
You look up at me
And I look at you
Through the front of it
Through my glasses, too
Some say it’s average
Some say it’s odd
But I am not some
And I say it’s lovely
With a single coy, all alone
Although at times
It acts as wild vines overgrown
It's been with you forever
But it's only been a few years with me
Your parents may dislike it
But your friends disagree
Some say it's average
Some say it's odd
But I am not some
And I say it's lovely
And when it snows outside
The snow rests all over it
I notice and laugh
As you shake your head in a fit
You look up at me
And I look at you
Through the front of it
Through my glasses, too
Some say it’s average
Some say it’s odd
But I am not some
And I say it’s lovely
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Final Thoughts of the Last Person To Live (Independant Writing #1)
03:05:2013 – 16:24
Begin Transmission~
Oceans have dried up and lands have sunk. With the world’s gravitational pull misadjusted, my calendar and watch do not match up at all with Earth. For all I know that this date in time should stay like this for days on end, never changing. It should stay May 3rd for the next 28 days, or at least I think the world thinks it’s May 3rd. I think I would be more positive if I hadn’t just finished the last of my stash, but hell, today is my birthday. But then again, so will tomorrow and the next and the next after that. I think I’ll save this roach for tomorrow’s birthday.
~End Transmission
11:05:2013 – 10:15
Begin Transmission~
I decided to start reading again. Life is so easy when no one can disagree or get upset with what you’re doing or for not following anyone else’s schedule but your own. I think I would enjoy reading more if I didn’t feel like the moon was mocking me. It follows me all around, like it’s some sort of Apollo and I am his next lover. I think I’ll continue my trend of reading further into Greek mythology.
Also, I plan on visiting my old home to see if I can find any memory of my family. I know that it won’t help that I haven’t seen their faces in years, but trying never hurts, unless the bats are there…
~End Transmission
09:06:2013 – 21:41
Begin Transmission~
I know I wouldn’t normally do this but… Dear god or gods or goddesses or all of the above for that matter, if you can hear me or if you are watching this at some later time, help me. They tricked me. I walked into the house… I walked right on in, when they swarmed the building. All around me, a great symphony of the most beautiful and horrific sounds I could ever comprehend. If you don’t mind, but I feel like, and I have never before doubted or questioned your choices, that you have made a mistake when it came to human kind. You allowed us to share the same kingdom, phylum, and class with, now, monsters. You let human kind experiment and tamper with your work. You allowed man to create what we thought to be the cure to the world. You allowed man to think that there were no consequences. You allowed man to release the neuro-toxins into the air with the hope that it would work with the world’s satellites. Well you were severely wrong. I’m not saying you haven’t helped me with this, but allowing man to destroy themselves and the world’s magnetic pull in the process? Why? Why would you let this- oh no… (Muffled sounds are heard in the background) They have found me, again. I have to get out of here.
~End Transmission
10:06:2013 – 5:05
Begin Transmission~
This is it, the end. I understand now. I understand why God let this happen. One word: judgment. He felt that if humans wanted to make something that would be considered against God, to let them. Instead of killing them and letting them go to hell, he allowed them to make they’re own hell and die slowly in it. But I am not like man anymore. I am destined to be with my world’s last and final light, the moon. My only hope is that in my next life I will be an owl in a peaceful world, to live in harmony with the moon. (Something can be seen moving in the background) My name is Nikola Kelevra, this is my legacy…
~End Transmission
Begin Transmission~
Oceans have dried up and lands have sunk. With the world’s gravitational pull misadjusted, my calendar and watch do not match up at all with Earth. For all I know that this date in time should stay like this for days on end, never changing. It should stay May 3rd for the next 28 days, or at least I think the world thinks it’s May 3rd. I think I would be more positive if I hadn’t just finished the last of my stash, but hell, today is my birthday. But then again, so will tomorrow and the next and the next after that. I think I’ll save this roach for tomorrow’s birthday.
~End Transmission
11:05:2013 – 10:15
Begin Transmission~
I decided to start reading again. Life is so easy when no one can disagree or get upset with what you’re doing or for not following anyone else’s schedule but your own. I think I would enjoy reading more if I didn’t feel like the moon was mocking me. It follows me all around, like it’s some sort of Apollo and I am his next lover. I think I’ll continue my trend of reading further into Greek mythology.
Also, I plan on visiting my old home to see if I can find any memory of my family. I know that it won’t help that I haven’t seen their faces in years, but trying never hurts, unless the bats are there…
~End Transmission
09:06:2013 – 21:41
Begin Transmission~
I know I wouldn’t normally do this but… Dear god or gods or goddesses or all of the above for that matter, if you can hear me or if you are watching this at some later time, help me. They tricked me. I walked into the house… I walked right on in, when they swarmed the building. All around me, a great symphony of the most beautiful and horrific sounds I could ever comprehend. If you don’t mind, but I feel like, and I have never before doubted or questioned your choices, that you have made a mistake when it came to human kind. You allowed us to share the same kingdom, phylum, and class with, now, monsters. You let human kind experiment and tamper with your work. You allowed man to create what we thought to be the cure to the world. You allowed man to think that there were no consequences. You allowed man to release the neuro-toxins into the air with the hope that it would work with the world’s satellites. Well you were severely wrong. I’m not saying you haven’t helped me with this, but allowing man to destroy themselves and the world’s magnetic pull in the process? Why? Why would you let this- oh no… (Muffled sounds are heard in the background) They have found me, again. I have to get out of here.
~End Transmission
10:06:2013 – 5:05
Begin Transmission~
This is it, the end. I understand now. I understand why God let this happen. One word: judgment. He felt that if humans wanted to make something that would be considered against God, to let them. Instead of killing them and letting them go to hell, he allowed them to make they’re own hell and die slowly in it. But I am not like man anymore. I am destined to be with my world’s last and final light, the moon. My only hope is that in my next life I will be an owl in a peaceful world, to live in harmony with the moon. (Something can be seen moving in the background) My name is Nikola Kelevra, this is my legacy…
~End Transmission
Friday, January 9, 2009
It's Lovely, I Say
Like a river it flows
With a single coy, all alone
Although at times
It acts as wild vines overgrown
It's been with you forever
But it's only been a few years with me
Your parents may dislike it
But your friends disagree
Somesay it's average
Somesay it's odd
But I am not some
And I say it's lovely
(this poem is not finished)
With a single coy, all alone
Although at times
It acts as wild vines overgrown
It's been with you forever
But it's only been a few years with me
Your parents may dislike it
But your friends disagree
Somesay it's average
Somesay it's odd
But I am not some
And I say it's lovely
(this poem is not finished)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
My Life, A Clock
Like a universal clock
cogs always moving
my life,
always a constant, always a cycle
always checked to make sure everyone's happy
at arms reach for everyone's convenience
with hands telling where to go
determining how long people have left
I am different to everyone
from small and metal
to tall and wooden,
even plastic and easily replaced
Always moving until
one day my own time runs out
not moving, displeasing everyone
until I am wound up by the ones I love.
cogs always moving
my life,
always a constant, always a cycle
always checked to make sure everyone's happy
at arms reach for everyone's convenience
with hands telling where to go
determining how long people have left
I am different to everyone
from small and metal
to tall and wooden,
even plastic and easily replaced
Always moving until
one day my own time runs out
not moving, displeasing everyone
until I am wound up by the ones I love.
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