Sunday, 30. March 2008, 04:09:31
Time had become a complete phantom to Mrijev. Since the fight, Kit had broken up with Inky for being so mean to his opponent. Now she lived with Mrijev in his colorful home.
Strangely, though, Kit never changed, day never came, and Mrijev couldn’t stand up. Kit came to Mrijev and embraced his head, coming closer to the boy. Her hands placed themselves on a sore spot on his head, and she began fidgeting with his skull. He leaned forward and tenderly laid his lips upon hers. As he drew back his head he noticed her hand doing the same, and as her palm collided with his cheek his head –as well as the world about him – spiraled into the dull colors of cruel reality.
As Mrijev looked around him, he noticed himself in the same place as his brawl with his friend. He noticed that he had a huge headache and that he was sitting in a pool of his own blood. Yet these circumstances mattered not to him: He quickly looked up to see the girl whom he had mistakenly insulted. Just in time he saw and identified the girl as Izzy. She turned her back and stormed off. Mrijev laid back into his crimson bed being sure to care for his head and thought of the girl.
Her name was Izzy, she was 16 years of age, and she was Native American. No one that actually knew her thought of her as shy, she just never is seen in the normal cliques and thus not noticed. Mrijev wondered what she must be like. After all, though she was not the girl Mrijev meant to kiss, he did still enjoy the experience, other than the bright red handprint on his cheek.
Mrijev figured he couldn’t have been there for long, the sun was just beginning to come close to the horizon. As the pool of blood continued to grow, Mrijev became numb all over his body and could no longer move. Finding it irrelevant at this point to be awake over this time of senselessness, he shut his eyes and went to sleep.
Mrijev’s dream perplexed him, he saw himself laying in the grassy field on a warm Autumn dawn, where the grass was moist with fresh morning dew. He first thought he was seeing his life like he was dying until a person came to him. The person was a girl. Mrijev could only make out vague details of the girl, from what he could see the girl resembled Izzy. He could see that the girl was talking to him with tears coming down her face, yet he could not understand what she was saying. As his dream grew redder and redder his dream continued. The last thing that he saw was himself getting up and going to the girl whom was much shorter than him. Before he could tell anything else his dream was drowned out by flashes of red and white. At the same time Mrijev forgot the dull colors of cruel reality.
Sunday, 30. March 2008, 04:08:21
Mrijev stepped in the front door of the old school, he hated the school and despised its disgusting nature – people actually taught here and some actually learned. This school was a horrible place to try and send a good boy into; people smoked, they skipped class, and even some still have certain relations with others. And yet along with these thoughts of revulsion comes slight admiration of the institution due to the fact that he knew that it was his ancestor who set up this pitiful place.
Taking a closer look at the boy you’d see a lonely kid starved for attention from the opposite sex. He always wore four sweat bands; two Christian witness sweatbands, one Halo 3, and one Guitar Hero. He also wore a black wristband and a chain around opposite wrists. He was already growing in facial hair and always wore a grey hoodie that he kept his hands in the pocket thereof. The boy’s physique was simple; nothing flashy, nothing scary, just moderate. He also seemed to omit a black aura though he enjoyed laughing every chance he got.
He was overjoyed he got out of that trash can without the smell rubbing off on him the fact he drowns himself in body spray would be what he could thank for such. Kit and Inky walked in right behind Mrijev.
“I saw you spying on us earlier,” Kit teased.
“You two need to stop making out in public. It can get someone hurt” Mrijev commented as he rubbed his head.
“I also saw your collision with the trash can,” Kit stated.
“You need to stop ‘sawing’ me do stuff” Mrijev added. The couple made one final kiss before they separated, yet Mrijev did not wince for fear of some invisible incoming object. Inky and Mrijev had class together this period, so they began to walk together. With Inky’s inner need to walk as though being chased by a murderer, Mrijev soon fell behind, noticing a pair of black cardboard cut-out wings attached to his friend’s back. He ran up and ripped them off
“Dude give up this hopeless dream of being a demon!” Inky quickly sped up again to get away from his friend, whom he seemingly hated though this thought has baffled Mrijev for a whole year now. Mrijev took this opportunity to properly size up his friend. He was taller than most people Mrijev knew his hair was once again the same color as Mrijev’s but it always appeared oily. His hair was also long and seemingly styled the same way as Mrijev. He was not exactly fit either, Mrijev never commented on this, though, because he knew that Inky was doing all he could to rid himself of this. Inky also wore glasses and when he did speak, he spoke with a New Zealandish accent.
It was to be a simple day for Mrijev. He only had one core class that day; Algebra, and also he had French, Oral Communications, and Art Foundations that day.
Algebra 2 started out good enough, with Mrijev getting bonus points for a guessed answer but yet it all turned sour, Mrijev was written up for sleeping during a lecture as well as failing a large test while Inky not only passed with a perfect score but also with bonus. French was not any better with the constant remarks thrown at him along with another failing grade but yet he found comfort in helping Inky with the people picking on him. For Oral Communications Mrijev and Inky had to separate to different classes. Though nothing got better with two incomplete homework assignments and one half way complete artwork in Art Foundations. Needless to say Mrijev was left on a quick track to meltdown. Despite his fruitless attempts to hide it, Mrijev was easily seen as angered He still followed Inky all the way to his meeting spot with Kit there he once again witnessed their physical emotions. It was then that Mrijev blinked, no simple blink was this but the kind sent by demons to wreak havoc. With this Mrijev closed his eyes to the pale world – where he was a mere pawn, a joker in the land of higher men – to open them and see a new world of vibrant tones where Mrijev was in control, and yet Mrijev was just a mere puppet for rage. With a swift motion Mrijev snatched Inky by the collar and jabbed him hard across the cheek throwing the love-struck Romeo into a daze
“What was that for?” Inky asked dizzily.
“You know what it was for!” were the words that spat from Mrijev’s lips, “I loved Kit before you two went together! You two knew it as well! You both chose to betray me! You both chose to hurt me! And now I will hurt you!” with that came a right slug across the other boy’s jaw. Inky just stood there stunned by both the painful blow as well as the painful words that hit him.
“Fight me!” yelled Mrijev with a jab to the gut.
“…I will not fight you…” Inky remarked containing the pain behind his voice.
“Is this all I’m going to get from the powerful Inky?” laughed Mrijev as he socked his friend in the eye.
“Stop! I’m not fighting you!” Inky exclaimed out of anger.
“Oh! Now all you can do is make out with Kit, talk the talk, and get mad! Is that it?!” yelled Mrijev as he swung for a right uppercut to the chin.
“I said stop!” Inky shouted as he pushed the crazed boy off him before the finishing blow was delivered. Mrijev, being startled as he was by the recoil, lost balance and fell backwards hitting his head on a metal beam. As the boy laid at the pole two things went through his head; the blood gushing from his head gash, and the deep continual ring of vibrating metal that seemed to subdue the boy until he lay motionless. But hey it was to be a simple day for Mrijev.
Thursday, 21. February 2008, 23:44:35
Police Report
Name: Xhonoatzu
Date of Birth: May 13, 1980
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Race: Caucasian
Ethnicity: German, Irish
Status: TERMINATED
Xhonoatzu, age 27, was not one to stay in line with the law, he often stole weapons, one of his favorites that he used often was a pair of nunchucks with "monkey" written on the ends of them in Japanese. Xhonoatzu had his eyes set onto a prize an amazingly crafted sawed-off shotgun, he entered the shop ordering the old man to give him the gun or else, the man did not and was later found dead of blunt force trama by what seemed to be a cylyndrical object. Xhonoatzu took the weapon and headed to his residence at the time even though he moved often. The police followed the suspect being alarmed of this by a hidden button behind the clerks desk. The police followed to his residence and set the house to flame. Xhonoatzu being trapped inside had no way to get out of this perdicament. As amunition exploded in the inferno Xhonoatzu made his way to the center of the building slowing very little the time he would die. As he felt his flesh turn red and boil in the heat he looked up to find death coming at him. with stubborness to not die Xhonoatzu lashed out at death with the nunchucks and smashed the hellish figure's skull in. As the cloaked figure fell into oblivion Xhonoatzu fainted from exhaustion. After the flame was put out the police searched the rubble to find the culprit if he was still alive, strangly enough they found his body in one piece but ruled him dead because they could find no pulse. At the strike of midnight that night Xhonoatzu opened his eyes. He got up to find his house burned around him and his flesh a brilliant hue of red but he was in fact alive. All at once the red pigment of his flesh flushed away seeming to run up to his forehead to form the hannabluo scar above his left eye. Fealing the sting in his skin he blinked as he closed his eyes they change. The white of his eyes turned a death black and the pupils a bright green. Flame like pain grew in his hands where his weight lifting gloves are he looked down to find them seem to be alight with flame but yet he could not get them off. Not understanding why his life was spared or why these changes are occuring he set out forgetting about his encounter with death and the stolen weapon that seemed to have dissapeared.
Saturday, 19. January 2008, 04:49:36
It seems so simple,
The meeting of flesh so tender.
This connection holy as a temple,
Where I may do as I please.
The high I recieve,
From this sign,
Of the love I choose to percieve.
Though others may see different.
Only one problem I now hold,
That scares me beyond myself,
A delema that shows so bold,
That I wish to take it all back,
This girl I choose to show such affection,
That I may, in fact,
Never see her again.
Thursday, 17. January 2008, 22:59:47
"How exactly did I get here?" It was a warm autumn dawn. The grass was still moist with the fresh morining dew. A boy lay out on the damp grass. The boy was just over 15 years of age; he had really dirty blond hair and almost black eyes filled with experience of emotions so deep. The boy had been lying there pondering his life for about an hour now; he had lost track of time in his thoughts.
"Are you dying?" Another boy had snuck up to the boy in the grass. "Well? are you dying Mrijev?" The boy named Mrijev opened his eyes and quickly looked over the other boy; the boy was short, of Korean descent, his hair which was longer than his face was almost the same as Mrijev's.
"Shut up Skitz" Mrijev snapped. The boy was named Skitz due to his slight Schizophrenia.
"He lives!"
"Will you shut your trap!"
"Well, if you would stop living like you're dead then I might stop." Skitz offered
"Well, if I don't then I would be dead like I'm alive!"
"Now you're annoying me!"
"Heh, yeah I get that a lot."
"Well com on then! We've got to get to school before the bell rings!"
"Oh, right!" Mrijev jumped up and immediately began to run in the direction of the dreaded school.
"Oh, sure! Get a head start! Like that is going to help!" Skitz exclaimed and chased after Mrijev.
Mrijev despised the school with a passsion, yet he was forced to go. In order to postpone his turture he ran slower than he could, putting to use his slow twitch muscle fibers, as he steadily looked around to observe his surroundings speed by. He spotted a pair of twins bickering about some nonsense that was too pointless to recall, he noticed Jag - a friend of Mrijev's that always defeated video games before he could even begin - he was, in fact, playing his DS as he slowly walked to school "I swear that kid lives in a video game." Mrijev commented. He turned his head just in time to see Kit and Inky making out - Inky was another friend of Mrijev's and Mrijev still had a crush on Kit despite their settlement on a brother-sister relationship, but yet Kit and Inky were in love so Mrijev tried to respect that. Mrijev cringed at the two and opened his eyes just in time to glimpse the blue open-topped cylinder that was a trash can just before he crashed into it, flipped over the side, and fell in.
"I win!" Skitz yelled as he reached the door mere meters from Mrijev's crash site.
"This is going to be a long day, I can tell already," sighed Mrijev from the belly of his new found acquaintance.
Thursday, 17. January 2008, 22:44:24
hey all i know you love the poems but i use emotions for those... i aint gettin nothing im needing to write anymore so im going to try stories please respond on the poll and comment about this first part i wrote today
Monday, 31. December 2007, 07:59:37
To express this strange emotion,
Swelled up deep inside.
And break throught the commotion,
Of my inner self.
I have something to say,
But i dont know.
To say in what way,
I still dont know.
I have many things to add,
But ill keep it short.
It seems like a fad,
With everyone doing it.
Nothing is hunky dorie,
So ill just say it.
Im truely sorry,
And that about does it.
Friday, 21. December 2007, 21:12:02
You start out your life everything seems nice,
so then your opinion chnges.
you expect the world to be a nice place,
And dont expect for the downfalls of man.
Yet then your life changes,
And you feel the ground slip from under you.
you cant find the place you used to call home.
everyones against you,
everything falls apart,
SNAP!
you get visited by the white coats.
Friday, 21. December 2007, 17:22:27
With such thoughts of hate,
It’s not just a date.
Much, much more
For the boy who has little yet a lot,
Seems to him you have forgot.
He is rich and yet poor.
It is his opportunity,
To feed his immunity.
So he may live on.
You give him your word,
Keep it forward.
Lies are not for him.
Yet you betray,
And this lust must decay.
Now that boy is gone.
Friday, 21. December 2007, 17:10:28
A boy lives his life
Filled with strife
And yet he finds comfort
His beautiful light
He learns to live like this
He believes it is to be his
Forever
His beautiful light
Yet soon it is taken away
So in darkness he has learned to play
Without
His beautiful light
The boy searches for a substitute
In order to reconstitute
Anew
His beautiful light
All these are too dull
So into darkness the boy then does fall
Whatever happened to
His beautiful light
He searches in an infinite night
Searching for what is bright
To replace
His beautiful light
After all his tries
He finally lies
In wait for
His beautiful light
i wrote this one thinking of my ex....
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