Cometh Thy
Killer of worlds

Bliss are we
To our weakness

Blind are we
To the darkness

Purge this land
From which we comprise

Your cleansing flames
Bathe me in glory

To eternity
We burn ever long

The ever lasting flame
Engulfs our home

Oh Cometh Thy!
Destroyer of Man!

"... The stale, humid air feels more like water than a gas as I swim through the horrid, apothic corridor. Each step I can get feel and hear the crunch of bones of the fallen. I can feel it's breathing drawing closer. My sword is a burden on my fagged hand, but still I must go on, feeling my way through this dungeon of tribulation.

Closer now, my foe follows swifter than I. Do I turn to fight, or try and flee?

I hear it now, the shallow howl from the bowels of this defiler, it comes from all around.

The clank of something behind me...

I wheel to face my assailant...

I crash to the mucky floor, my head riven from his nefarious blow..."

Taken from my short story on a dream I had "Into Paradise..."

I feel as though I can not face my fears right now. I am too split between hard decisions that will have much prevalence on my life ahead.

Why is it that girls need a fall back, a safety net if you will?

It only does them good I suppose. They find some poor sap that is madly in love with them and then rips their heart out by hooking up with them for a week or two just so they can show their last real boyfriend that he is the one that made the mistakes, not her.

Honestly, women have no heart when they do it. I feel sorry for every guy out there that has ever been a rebound for a girl.

True it may, on a rare occasion, turn out to be something more, but honestly, how many guys can say they ever want to date a girl because you are their rebound?

Unless you are desperate, you should stay away from anything but a true commitment.

So ladies, stop fucking with our heads, some of us are already fucked up enough.

So I am driving out to a job site today. I see this cop fly past me, going from what I judge about 60mph (with no sirens/lights on), in a 30 mph area. He had to swerve out of the way to avoid hitting someone making a turn onto the street.

I sped up a bit, going about 36-37, cops are not going to pull me over for that right?

I see him at the end of the street on the side of the road. I cruise on past him. Almost instantly he turns his sirens on and pulls me over...

I got out of the ticket, but the point is, what gives him the right to break the law he is suppose to enforce. Its such hypocritical bullshit. I cant even begin to tell you how much that enrages me.

It is just like the story of a good friend of mine. She was only seventeen at the time, just bought her first car. She took it out for a test run in the country, and opened it up. Unluckily for her there was an over zealous state trooper waiting for someone to speed down that very country road.

She panicked, not thinking about how the trooper would react, and got out of the car. The trooper ordered her back in the car, but she insisted that she was sorry. She would be...

Well if you ever get to see the video from the state trooper's camera, he pulls out the taser and shocks her. You can hear her crying out in pain, and he kept on doing it! She tried to get up, he kicked her in the gut and pulled the trigger again, sending tens of thousands of volts through her body.

This kind of shit happens all the time, everywhere. It is the sad truth of what has become of our law enforcement. Sure there are good people out there, I know a few, but the majority are their to draw a paycheck, or have fun with the power they are given.

Power Corrupts
Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely.
-Lord Acton

I can not convey to you how many times I just meet someone and they pour their heart out to me. As a writer I listen and do not mind, it makes for some good stories later. Still it is almost disturbing my talent for getting people to trust me so fast.

Take for example my friend Shelby. I've only known her for a little over two months now, but I know more about her and her life than I think her boyfriend does.

However maybe thats a gift. I make good friends that way, people learn to trust me more than anyone else and they know I can be counted on to lend a hand in anyway I can.

It has gotten me into some bad situations though, like my dating epic. I always seem to make a good friend to a girl, but never boyfriend material. Just my luck eh? Still I like being there for people when they need me. I would do almost anything for most of my friends and I am not afraid to go above and beyond to help a stranger.

How did I get this way? Maybe it has something to do back in the day when I was younger. I had just pondered the existence of life and god. I became an Atheist, but people told me Atheism had no morals or guidelines. Duh. Still it bothered me that people might think I am out of control or something. I have always been helpful, but from then on out I set out to prove a point to people, that no matter who you are, there is good in every human being.

I'm the kind of person that gives out money to the poor and needy. Even if I might think they are faking it, you never know. I even give money to friends at school who are not as fortunate to be able to afford the school's lunch.

Does that make me a pushover? Probably, but I try not to be, however I can't resist helping out a friend in need with anything.

So is it a curse that I am generous to the world, even when it is not so much back? Or am I a gift to the world, spreading a little happiness a person at a time?

Not matter who you are, what religion you are, or where you came from, the most important thing for you to do is live your life to the fullest.

I am not talking about skydiving, or bungee jumping, simply don't let people stand in the way of your goals and freedom of choice. Not your family or friends can truly know what is best for you, only you can make that choice.

I have met too many people in my short time on this earth that have been too caught up in what people think of them. They try to please the masses and not the only thing that matters, pleasing yourself. If you live a life for someone else, then your life will be full of despair.

Take for example, a good friend of mine Jacob. He grew up under a strong Christian house. His parents were strict and shut him off from experiencing the outside world in moderation.

This is a problem with many families today, parents are too afraid to let their kids try things out and think for themselves. Why do you think we have such a bad drug problem? Its because its forbidden, it is something sneaky kids can do to rebel. Look at Amsterdam, 90% of their drug sales are to foreigners. Why is this? Because kids have no pressure to do it, they have no reason to want to smoke weed or eat hash brownies. Its legal there, and not frowned upon.

Well when Jacob finally moved out, the real world hit him hard. He began to party like no other. It was something he was taught was bad, but he loved it. He drank, he smoked, then he started experimenting with drugs.

One night he was hammered and a little high, but his friends let him drive home anyway. On the way he suffered an overdose attack and died in the car because no one was around to help him out.

Now his story is not an example of how the party life killed someone, but on how we need to be open minded about our children and their habits. If they go to a party, just tell them to be responsible and not drive home drunk, or have a designated driver. If they are in love with someone and have sex, oh well! As long as they were smart enough to use the pill and/or a condom, then thats ok! They are getting experiences in real life that they do not in schools or at home. Parents are too scared to talk to their kids, and schools are too censored for proper education in what kids really need, Life.


My life has been pretty liberal. My mother has let me do almost what I want, when I want to do it. She has always supported me in anything I do. She doesn't scold me when I come home late, or even that one time she caught me at a friend's house drunk. As long as I am smart about what I am doing, and not making bad habits, she is cool with it.

Thanks mom =)

So next time your kid(s) ask to go a movie, or a friends house. Don't put a curfew on them, don't inquisitively ask where they are going, who with and what they are doing.

Just say, "Have a great time, be safe and smart." They will respect you more, and have less incentive to do something that will get them into trouble.


The purpose of life is to live it,
to taste experience to the utmost,
to reach out eagerly and without
fear for newer and richer experience.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-

--Thanks Isa for the idea

Growing up Scott never really had a social life. He worked, studied and stayed home like the good little child. All his friends were out partying and having a good time.

The one thing Scott desired the most was a girl though. He spent much time contemplating what it would be like, but all it turned out to be was a dream. No girl was ever interested in him, all of them talked to his best friend Brad. Brad tried his best to introduce him to girls, but to no avail. They did not fall for him.

One day with Brad at the local festival he met a friend of Brad's. Brad never really liked the girl, but talked to her because she had a cute face. Scott was dumbfounded by her personality and beauty. The more she talked that night, the more he fell into "love".

Scott did not know what love was however. He had read about it, he had dreamed about it, but how could he possibly love someone that did not feel the same way about him?

That night he got home, all he could think about was this girl, her name was Monica. He quickly found her on Myspace and added her to his friends. Almost instantly she accepted and gave out her Yahoo SN. They both talked to the night away.

Flash forward a week, they were hanging out. They spent a lot of time together, Scott had a lot of fun with this. Could she really be interested in him? He was deathly afraid he would mess up. He went into mental lockdown, unable to decide what was right and wrong.

That wrong happened one night, when she decided that they should go to a spot near the lake. It was a dark secluded spot, perfect for romance, or so he thought. She had come there to show him one of her favorite spots to be. Sadly, because of all the rain, the spot was underwater. So they hopped in the back seat.

She huddled in the corner of the backseat, keeping to herself. Scott got brave and huddled up with her.

"All you came out her for was to show me a rock?" Scott asked with a grin on his face.

"Yes" said Monica.

Scott couldn't believe that, he knew what she wanted.

"Seriously? I know thats not all" Scott insisted.

Not wanting to disappoint Scott, because she was scared to be out there alone with him, she pushed him down and made out with him.

Believing he did the situation right he drove her home. For the next few weeks after they they kissed and made out some more. He began to think she liked him too.

He was in love. She was just his kind of girl, smart, funny, and kind of nerdy. Plus she was kind of kinky in things that she did.

It was vacation time, he was going away to see his dad for a week. He had this whole plan to come back and ask her out.

Scott had scared her. He did it a lot. He wasn't mentally stable, nor was he the guy that she wanted. She went to a funeral of a deceased friend of the family, and there she met a boy.

Hesitant to tell Scott, she waited a few days while he was on vacation. She told him about mid week that she had found a boyfriend and that she was very much in love with him.

Heartbroken, Scott lashed out. Going on a wild rampage pushing her farther and farther away. With each passing day they grew farther apart. He was just her friend, nothing more to her.

Scott went into depression, he had lost his chance, he had blown it like he always did with women. How was he to ever find happiness if he blew it with the one girl he truly loved. He would do anything for Monica, but she had found someone else.

Sure they remained friends. Scott obsessively talked to her throughout the day. They played Tennis together and she tried to help him with his relationship skills. It just wasn't what he had wanted, but what could he do?

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Two years later, Scott came back to his hometown to see Monica graduate and congratulate her. She had grown into an even more beautiful woman in that time.

They talked all those years, and grew closer, she grew to trust him and he became more of a best friend than someone she would date. Still in his heart Scott knew he loved her, but he held back those two years after he knew she would never love him.

At a party that night Monica came out of the house to see Scott getting ready to leave. He snuck out because she was talking to some cute guys and he didn't want to interrupt. He would just call her later and talk.

Monica hurried after him. She threw her arms around him and held him tightly.

"I didn't mean to not say goodbye, you just looked like you were having a good time." Scott whispered softly. She began to cry a little, "I am not leaving for war or anything, Ill come back soon again I promise."

"Take me with you Scott" she exclaimed, still holding him,"I have had nothing but bad relationships with guys that treat me like arm candy or a pretty face they want to fuck."

"What? How would I do that? I just have a one bedroom apartment, with barely enough food to feed myself." he was puzzled.

"I don't care, we will make it work, I want to come with you and never let you leave me again" She kissed him.

Aside from the taste of beer that was the most memorable kiss in Scott's life.

Monica moved in with him, and they became close like Scott had imagined years ago.

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"I love you, Scott" Monica said holding his hand in the mall one night.

"I always loved you, Monica" Scott replied without hesitation.

--Corey