Sergio Wrote This...I'm Posting It Because It's Cool
 

From the ash a Phoenix born

There's an emptiness here. Within these eyes so cold. Soft frail pale skin so easily bruised. A broken wounded spirit and a shattered dream. Tattered clothes and brittle hair. Then they enter the room. With their tools of pain. Ripping away at my flesh. Clawing at my eyes and draining my soul. There is no escape, no rescue party, no salvation. They have conquered Me. I am dying. But something unexpected happens. The tiniest beam of sun light makes it's way into the chamber. Just enough to summon you. There you appear in the path of the sun within the darkened hall. So strong, so sure, so compassionate. The demons recoil at your presence. You lift my broken body breaking me free of my hellish restraints and breath life back into my exhausted soul. my eyes come to life with the power of the sun. Fire on my breath and the will of a dragon. You have saved my broken soul.Your eyes are so kind and gentle. Your touch fills me with life and inspiration. I live again.

Thats bloody good, does he write books? if not he should.

Oh he writes all kids of awesome shit...Hold on...I'll try to find the one that I absolutely love...Give me a minute...Slowass computer...brb...

Found it :)...

It's not safe here.

The blood was everywhere today. Dripping onto the floor from the walls and the table top. It started out as a small red spot on the ceiling just last night. I found it odd yes, but thought I was just seeing things. Then I came home today and it was everywhere. It took hours to clean it up, and that smell. It's maddening and ringing within my head like the very odor of death. I dare not imagine what is going on up there. I dare not investigate because I fear for my very life. All that blood. There's no way things are normal at all up there. How can I sleep tonight? How can I lay down with the heavy sent of blood still on my hands. It felt like it was still warm. I close my eyes only to see it again. My hands covered in red. I'm going to nail the doors shut. I only hope when the time comes I can get out.


Things are quiet today. The blood that had dripped down over my table and floors are gone and have not returned. However I still find but poor comfort within these walls. The shadows whisper amongst themselves plotting my end or perhaps just sharing ideas on how to drive a man mad.
Some of my things have gone missing. Nothing of great value just things I use every day like my hair brush and shaver. What daft fool takes such things? As I search for them the shadows laughter haunts me. Their voices echo with demented delight over my angst.

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Very cool.

edit: I love the second one even more.

aww. You guys are so cool. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. I'm not always sure how people will take my scribbling as they follow no sense or path. Thanks for posting them Rayne. I'm Glad you liked them.

I hope you all had a great X-mass. Mine was fun. I can't say much about the weather and all this snow and ice still on the ground. My car has been stuck for the past few days. If not for the kindness of others I would not have been able to see my sister this weekend, but a friend drove me there.

I'm not big on X-mass but I love gatherings and gifts.

If i keep reading stuff from Rayne and yourself i might get discouraged from writing.

Why would you get discoraged? You having a dry spell or something?

That's good stuff Sergio, I really like the second one...:cool:

dry spell is a understatment i started on my latest idea about 4 months ago and when i started i got like 20 pages out in just three or four minutes then i just went blank and that was the last time i wrote anything.

20 pages in 3 or 4 minutes? Did you cramp up or anything?

yeah, I'm trying to write something that isn't a parody, endless amount of movie references and copyrighted music type stuff. I did one movie like that and the sequel is in pre-production, I don't think I need to do a third

no i'm used to it i write really fast when i have what i think is a good idea.

Hey I could never write that much all at once. I get an idea and it's enouph for a poem or short story, but then i'm done. If ever I write a book it will just be of one page short stories and poems. I can't write a novel I don't have the attention span for it. We all dry up now and then. I'm sure you'll get back into it.

i hope you're right but it's never been this long and i'm starting to get irritated.

Thanks. Glad you lik it. I can try posting more stuff but don't want to bore anyone.

This may sound stupid, but maybe you need a muse or something in your life. someone who drives and inspires you. Most of the time when I write it's because someone or something is inspiring me to do so. The 1st poem was inspired by the kindness of someone I have gotten to know recently. The 2nd was just a dream I had.

doesn't sound stupid at all i need to try something to get going.

thanks for the advice.

unfortunately his muse is that chicken he's holding !

(the fact that he ran out of bread didnt keep him from stuffing it :)

hmmm chicken. I love my fowl friends

only thing is that after some of your special stuffing and basting,
it'd more of a foul friend :)

dude sergio...ur crazy.....in a like shit taht stuff is awesomyly crazy sort of way that must have been quite a dream, and the things that sucks is u only remeber a dream if u wanke up in the middle of it so i wonder wut the rest would have been like

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More plz :)

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she just turned into Oliver Twist

Please sir...

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I want some more.

MORE !!!????

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Please sir, I want some more.

uh-oh *smack* :)

more stuff coming right up. hope I wont disapoint. brb

apparently angela wants a spanking ... or porn .... or both ..
i'm not sure anymore.

You better not disappoint......your reputation is on the line....

Okay to be on the safe side I think i'll post a few shorts this time, so theres variety, Hope these are okay, Bloodraynes put me in a spot, she pulled out my best 1 already.

The Storm

Lights flicker and shadows dance. A low rumbling draws nearer with each passing minute. A shadowy darkness covers all as the first bitter cold rain drop falls. The howling wind rushes though the dead tree's. Light's flash as the clouds roll in. Thunder echo's though the air. Fire shoots down from the sky in bolts like shinning blades cutting though the trees and soft earth. Streams of water trickle down hill gathering into small pools near the bottom.

Rogue

You make me feel like a criminal. A rebellious bad seed. A debonair swashbuckler of old, chivalrous and cunning. With blade in hand I dance my way into your heart. I only steal from the rich and give to the poor. I only wear this mask to hide my eyes from those who would apprehend me, but you see through my mask don't you? You see past my whit, my jokes, my laughter. Why do I feel like the rogue when it's you who is the thief? You crept in unnoticed with cat like feet and whispered steps you have stolen my very soul. The king of thieves bested at his own game? Why now in this hour have you invaded the sanctity of my home? In the day? What thief steals in broad day light without the shadow to cloak his escape? What thief would even dare? Ahh you are not a thief at all. I know your face. Your smile. Your touch. You are my lady.

There is an issue with my site these are saved on, I can only pull these up for now, hope you like them.

here's one of my shorts !!

at least it's clean. LOL

That's awsome, LOL

sad thing was, i was actually trying to find some gross old ones and i couldnt ! hahaha !!!

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I keep thinking, "I wish these were passages from a book I could buy" :(

Very good stuff though, I love it.


Exactly what I was thinking... :p

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Thank you so much. Guess I should try and get some of this published some day. There is more, but right now I can't acsess any of it. Damn Myspace.

I'll post more soon as I can get to them again, might be a few days though. Thanks so much for the compliments. Let me know if you read the one tittled"My dirty spoon" it was posted here a while back somewhere.

These are really good. The storm is my favorate out of the four.

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i totally agree.

Heres something happy I wrote a while back. Hope you like.



so many, what to do with them all?

Biscuits everywhere. Where did they come from? Not a tea kettle in sight. Why at a time like this? Where do I begin. I can't even think with biscuits covering every inch of my view.

Ahhh I discovered a note. She made them for me. She made me biscuits. How wonderful how full of joy and love to know these biscuits are all for me. But still I am slightly sad. No tea for my biscuits? No tea I see. Then a whisper. I turn my head and see her standing bare with nothing but a tea kettle in her grasp. Ahh Tea held by her hand to drink with the beautiful biscuits she had crafted and baked for me alone.

Life has never been so surprisingly wonderful when the biscuits are all for me.