Azuzephre!!!

These buggers are so cute! Emo, undoubtedly, but still really cool...their names are Pon (yellow) and Zi (blue)...there are more pics on this website http://www.azuzephre.net/site/gallery/ ...just thought i'd share, cuz i really like them...enjoy!

I got a new story up....

...actually part 3 of one. It's getting kinda weird, I know....but hey. I do what it does. Check it out if'n you wanna. The link to my page is through the thing to the side.....ah, you guys know the drill.

You Suck

You Suck

Yes, you
Whoever you are
I’m not trying to be funny
Or make an outrageous statement
To show some absurd point of view
You really do fucking suck, is all
Don’t try to deny it:

You’re a liar
You’re a cheat
You’re envious
You’re ugly
You’re stupid
You’re crude
You’re filthy
You’re hateful
You’re hated
You’re sick
You’re twisted
You’re a tease
You’re lustful
You’re prideful
You’re unclean
You’re perverse
You’re conceited
You’re spoiled
You’re hurtful
You’re broken
You’re pitiful
You’re loathsome
You’re naive
You’re obnoxious
You’re unwanted
You’re sniveling
You’re worthless

You Suck

And do you know what sucks
Even more?

The fact that I’m

Just
Like

You

I Used to Wonder...

When did I stop listening to the whispers of the trees?
Probably not long after they stopped talking...
When did I stop hearing the leaves fall?
Shortly after they stopped falling...

How come I stopped running barefoot?
Why don´t I still learn from the rain?
When will I bathe again in the golden rays?
Can I still dance without a shadow?

I once discovered the plain, and made it
beautiful, like you.
Then away you flew on your wind of wonder, and
with you, took mine.

-A Lin and Courtney Production....

Love Poems

I'm sometimes lost in the suggestiveness of love poems. I try to find ones that I can relate to, but you know, I never do. I sometimes doubt I'll ever be that passionate, and normally that's fine.
But love poems, well, you know. They make it seem like the only thing worth my time is love. It's not, really. I'm okay with spending time on people I like. Like him...
I guess that's what this is really about, when it comes down to it. Him. I don't get lost in his eyes, or compare him to summer's days. I don't think the sun rises or sets in his eyes. It is reflected in them, though, and that's enough for me.
I guess what I'm saying is this: It's not love, but it doesn't have to be.
It sounds like I'm settling, when I put it like that. But really, it's just that I'm not ready to throw away a relationship that I could have fun in, just because it won't end in death. Love poems just never understand that.
In love poems, you can't be with someone because they make you laugh. They have to make you a better person, or make your heart race. Love poems set high standards for relationships. Me, well, I think love poems are pretty. But I don't think I'm gonna live one.

will someone put a link to my blog on the sidebar
its: http://fluffybrain.blogspot.com/

Thanks
Lin

random post

okay, so as you may have guessed from the title, this is a completely random post...i was just looking through some music, and i came across this song, and i dunno why, but it just put me in a really good mood...i think its very pretty...just about 2 minutes of really nice instrumentals by this band called Arms Over Broadway...thought i'd share...here's a link...just double click on the song "interlude"...enjoy!

http://www.purevolume.com/armsoverbroadway

Truth

Okay, so I'm writing something longer (crowd cheers wildly... okay, well a small group who've been faithfully reading my flash fiction and meta fiction and are getting tired of not knowing the details). It's called "The Truth" and it's about Cassy. Cassy wakes up in the hospital, after a suicide attempt to find out (shocker!) she didn't die. Now she has to deal with the real reason she wanted to die, and the truth about her seemingly perfect life. I'm not sure how it ends yet, but I promise it will be good.
To give some back ground info, I've actually written the first thirty pages before. I started this project freshman year and then destroyed it at the beginning of sophomore year. It's going to be a lot better this time, I hope... Any way, it's all going to be posted on my blog, under the label "Truth". You can click my name to get to my blog.
I hope you all enjoy my newest work!

Peace, Love, and Labels,
cb

The Day Away

So it's the first Saturday of summer.

Saturday night, to be exact.

Actually, that's off...it's a Saturday EVENING.

There we go. So, a new summer of heat and sun and swimming and sand and roaming the warm streets has begun. The pressures of school have left us, the days can be as long (or as short) as we want them to be: stay up 36 hours straight with your friends, or sleep the sunny days away. Drive around; go to the beach and swim...or play Frisbee...or tan...or relax with your significant other...or run, if that's your thing...or just chill with your friends. You could forgo all of this and waste the months away playing videogames (as I know some people will do...).

We're sprawled out on the ground, waiting and anticipating the events and days ahead.

So, I've wasted enough time on here, for now. Blogs are nice...as is writing...but sometimes it's better to just have fun in the sun. Or, in this distinct case, crash on the couch with the headphones on and drown the day away to some stoned out rock and roll.

Simply Be

In that quiet hour
When all lights have dimmed
She sits down by her window
And stares at the night sky
Trying to lose herself
And maybe find something more
A rhythm of her own amongst
The slow cadence of dancing twilight

Her favorite time of day
Where she can simply be
She can listen to the silence
Not at all awkward or deafening
But peaceful and warm
Here she can heal
Here she feels safe

Sometimes she cries
She weeps for herself
Scars that won't fade
She weeps for the world
Bleeding and torn
She weeps for you
And all the tears you shed
That she can never dry

Sometimes she laughs
Softly, to herself
She laughs at old memories
She laughs because the world
Can be so fucked up
She laughs at herself
She laughs so she won't
Have to sigh instead

Sometimes she wonders
She wonders what will happen
Why things do happen
She wonders whether others
Ever wonder like she does
Wonders if you ever wonder
About her

Sometimes she closes her eyes
Because she knows she's not good enough
For the radiance of the sky
Because she's trying to find
Peace away from the peace
Because she's trying to hear
What she's whispering
To herself

Sometimes she's angry
So angry she wants to scream
Angry that she can't tell anyone
That she's angry
Or why
Angry at herself
For being angry

But always
Not sometimes, but always
She always finds a little more
Of herself
Sitting down by her window
In the quiet stillness
Where she can simply
Be

Stay Awhile

Stay awhile

Put your head on my chest

Just so you can hear

My heart

Beating

.

Don't leave yet

I need you

To dry the tears

That I can't let the world

See

.

I'm not asking much

Just a moment of your time

A little bit

Of your

Life

.

Hold me

But not too tight

I need this tonight

Make the stars in my eyes shine again

Let me know

You're there

.

And when you leave

As I know you will

Just leave me a little place

Inside yourself

Where maybe I can just

Stay Awhile

.

That Left Behind

you've known
alone
was your home

.
you're prone

.
to mistakes
that make
you break

.
they take

.
your pride
you hide
inside

.
THEY LIED

.
to control
the whole
of your soul

.
how cold

.
the ways
and the days
it betrays

.
and stays

.
in your mind
resigned
try to find

.
that left behind

Autonomy

The thought came of its own accord, manifested without me knowing. Out of nowhere, from the wide and open blue, an asteroid hurtling toward its final destination.

I'll go with it, I guess.

I suppose autonomy is overrated; I'll let my thoughts speak for themselves, however broken and fragmented they'll become. I can never say what I really mean, not when the times truly matter.

What a thing to have controlling you--an imbecilic thinker.

But in the end the thoughts are mine; the actions mine; the outcome mine. It all belongs to me, I own it all, wanted or not.

And when it is all done and said, spat out with order thrown to the wind, I suppose I'm happy.

Handing the reigns to that voice in your head can get results the logical side of you never would have attempted to obtain.

And I'm all right with that.

May I Have Your Attention, Please?

Look around. do you see anyone around you worth your time? Niether do I. SO spend a little time on me.
Listen to me, for a while, okay? Make eye contact. Good.
Just watch me, stare at my lips, forming words, making sentences, not making sense.
You never were very good at listening. O, well, not much can be done about that now, I guess.
Just listen to me, now. Care enough to not walk away, like you used to.
That's all I ever wanted...
Just give me your attention, for a moment.

Well.

So here it is. We've (just me right now, but the others are coming...) migrated from the school blog to our own. And I've got the honor of having first post.

I'm Chase, by the way, for those of you who don't know me. (No need for pseudonyms now, right?). Hopefully we'll get the old group back and a bunch of new faces.

So, yeah, that's about it. I guess this is a metaphorical "Business' First Dollar". Too bad I don't have a frame.