Stuff I Wrote A While Back
 

Hey there,
I was looking through stuff, and found an old diary/sketchbook that I used to scribble in from 1994. I'd like to share a few pieces of my twisted self - it's kind of weird to read now, because I feel really differently from some of the things I wrote then, but other things resonate just as clearly. Some of it's fun, some of it's deathly serious, but I hope you can get something out of it.

Wendy and her friend Alice, went to the pond
The fish swam away from the creatures beyond
But Alice and Wendy did not heed the signs
And so the dark creatures, fed on their minds.

"Mom says NO KATS"

Kitten go home now
The milk bowl is empty
The dogs of decay are coming
Beying at the august moon
The streetlights will guide you
May God bless and keep you well
Alleys are no place for a housecat to dwell
Don't meow, just go
Your velvet paws will toughen with time
Just as my tears will dry up.

:snap:More more more!

A Toast - (originally written January 19,1994 - 2 days after the Northridge quake)

A toast to the god of quakes
Of fallen bridges and aftershakes
I may just be a bloody smear,
But what the hell, it's still a great year.

Sanity is an old acquaintance,
Barely known, rarely visits.

School
Mental Manipulation
INDOCTRINATION
By a mindless demon preying on
unsuspecting minds
Filling empty vessels with the poison of ignorance, hatred and contempt for the individuals who break free of the brainwashing machine
Branded for life, my freedom brings me pain
Pain that society calls guilt, But I am
Only guilty of knowing what horror is just beyond the classroom door.

29-4-94

"Buick Rampage"
Leather and steel pulsing in my grip
Bloody tears stinging on my lip
This drive is not for fun or pleasure
It's death and revenge in equal measure
I take your soul for it's final ride
Fiery maiden of death will be your bride
You took my friend's life from this earthly plane
I won't ease up until you're slain
I'll put my grill right through your head
The last thing you'll see is pouring red.

Hell yeah! Makes me want to break out my high school stuff! :D

Please do!

A treasure found in my scanning project. February, 1997. (Nearly two years out of high school, but who's counting?)

Ah, the presumption of youth. ;)

:snap: Kewl, CP

The ferris wheel
takes another victim
up into it's cold steel grasp
Another helpless child
taken for a ride
Under the clouds
Above the sweet broken carnival soil
The screams are inside,
Fear will only make it spin faster.

When John Candy passed away, I wrote

Another comic genius is gone.
Maybe life is getting a little less fun.
Or death is getting more serious.

OMG, I remember when everyone wrote it that way. :eek:

Here's another. My computer teacher had us do journals and she usually gave us a topic....not today.

Cool dude. You're almost inspiring me to post something...

Sitting on a hydrogen bomb eating fig newtons
Maiming a crocodile with a salad fork
Eating a slab of Chernobyl Canned Ham
Drinking milk from a crusty lead pipe
I'm sorry my dear but it's all very true
I'd rather do all these things; than have lunch with you

What if earth's crust is really a rind?
Would you call a bankrupt diner a dined?
Is a sour grape really unkind?
Or maybe. Just maybe, I've lost my mind.

Violets are Blue
Roses are red
We're coming aboard
Prepare to eat lead

Johnny comes limping home
bullet in his leg ain't it grand
Somebody quick! Pipe up the band
Just think what they'd do
If he'd lost a hand

I think I had a really bad day when I wrote this next bit- I had probably also had too much caffeine and spent a lot of time playing Vampire: The Masquerade.

When the sky curls up and reveals
it's ochre underside laced with
glittering stars
The wind will howl through oaken reeds and herald the arrival
of your doom
The mountain will cower under the seas drowning out earth's sorrow
The world must pray I don't create tomorrow.

Your love has eroded
my granite defenses
Passion overwhelms my primitive senses
Let's lie together in our bed of sin
And unleash the fires that rage within

Time heals all wounds that's common fair
But this wound in me is an ethereal tear
As dark and as vicious as a grizzly bear
Slashing at my spirit, disemboweling my will to live
And shredding my ability to forget and forgive
From outside appearances I'm really not good
From deep within I'm misunderstood
I'd slay this vile demon
If only I could

Billy was a decent boy
His mind held together well
Until he took a shotgun
And blew himself to hell

Locked in graphite terror
Penciled into a corner
Existing only to be pondered
Never to ponder himself
The screaming fool is silent
But listen to what he has to say
The eraser might be here any day

The bloodstained rectory harbors
the smell of burnt skin and cordite
The explosive sermon sent 20 believers to their messy demises
I'd rather die alone than be just
another statistic in an everyday
massacre... Another faceless name
on a cold granite slab

Matt kicks ass!! :snap: