Thursday, September 18, 2008

Woo Fiction Writing!

Do you really get it?

I did something different today, something that isn’t usually habit for me. I sat in a field, an ordinary field, late at night, in the cold air. I’m sick, it was cold, yet when I was lying down staring at the sky, suddenly I felt as if I wasn’t sick or numb. I felt pure nothing, as if I was captured by the night’s sky. My index finger is frozen as I’m writing this. Profound thoughts flew through my head as I watched the sky; they challenged my normal thoughts on life and brought up something new.

Do you realize what you’re doing to me?

Do you understand that I’m not just some object; I have feelings. I have thoughts, I have emotions. I can have an opinion. I can have my own ideas. Yet you could destroy them all within a minute. 

Do you realize what you’ve done to me?

You’ve made me into a monster I hate, something I loathe; a creature molded by the chisels of conformity. A block indistinguishable from the next, yet I dislike the other blocks. I like myself but hate my clones. Hypocrisy has become my middle name, and it is all because of you.

Do you know what you’ve done to me?

I’m sorry for things I didn’t do. Waking up is fickle; all I’ll do is feel the same feelings as yesterday. I want variation, I want something new, and I don’t want to feel guilty anymore, I don’t want to feel this weight on my shoulders that is un-liftable because there is nothing there. I’m carrying dead weight, and it’s all because of you.

I’m not the man I was, I’m someone else. And it’s all because of you. 

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Liberation-Bound.

I had an emo week, and well, this is basically my final thoughts on it. 

Release.

Who do you think you are? You come into my life, and thrash it all, smash it to pieces, and then shrug it off like its nothing. Just hearing your name is enough to make my stomach churn. My intestines quiver at anything that looks remotely like you; why? Because you took everything I had and you defecated all over it. You vomited your feelings all over my life because you were upset. 

You say you’re sorry, yet you make the same mistake again. You announce you’re bowel movement on society- ignorantly if I might add- all because you are angry. Well what do you have to be angry about, did you get the short end of the shit stick? You had a six letter word said to you. Six letters, one two three four five motherfucking six, and I’m the bad guy. Six derogatory letters, and I’m Satan. 

You are the harbinger of sorrow and yet I’m the bad guy. Every time I see you, I feel as if my life is as shallow as a fucking kiddy pool. You hurt me in a way that can never be fixed, in a way that won’t repair itself for a long time. So don’t make it any harder, or I’ll make it easier. 

Friday, September 5, 2008

Trying Again.

Trying Again.

I often stay awake at night thinking to myself, thinking about all of the times I've failed in life; thinking about all of the times I couldn't win no matter how hard I tried. I think of the potential victories and the outcomes, I think of the brighter future it could have brought. I think of the inevitable losses I've harboured. I am a failure. 


When you fail, you can see what you had the potential to do.

The thing about failing is you can still see what happens to the successor even if you don't win. I've failed plenty of times before but through these failures I've seen one thing; the potential I have. Even if I fail at something, I had the potential to do it. I've had the potential to do many things in life, and I will have the potential in the future. I have the potential to win.

So even though I'm not as smart as the next guy, and even though I'm not that piece of eye candy everyone is looking for, maybe I am a failure and I do have the potential to succeed. 

Standing Tall,
QMav

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Trying

Trying.

Trying is a real pain in the ass. No matter how hard you try in life, sometimes you won’t succeed, and its bullshit. You’ll work so hard and you won’t even get recognition for it, just a metaphorical foot to the balls. You’ll work till it hurts, and there isn’t a reward. There should be a reward for trying.

There comes a point when you’ve tried so hard to achieve your goals. You feel numb from the pain of trying, and you don’t do it you fail. You then question why you try so hard to make it, when you fail and get no recognition for it. Just because you don’t win, doesn’t mean you did your best. But you never see someone giving out an effort award. Only pain marks the force of trying. So what can you really do? 

Just keep on trying.

-QMav

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Part TWO

“Broken Toe”

The next day everyone at school was confused about why Tim’s toe was broken. Tim decided to make it more entertaining than it really was. “Well I was walking home from school and I saw this man. He didn’t seem very suspicious at first. He was just walking down the street beside a women carrying a child in one of those little baby pouch things.” By now most of the class is listening in on his conversation he was having with his friends. “This man then pulled a knife on her and he asked for the kid. I became nervous. I frantically searched around for a blunt weapon to help the women with. Obviously the man didn’t know I was there.” 

Soon this became more of a group activity. Everyone wanted to hear the story. “I couldn’t find anything so I ran across the street. By now the man had cut the woman and he was going to steal the child. I didn’t know what to do so I just swung my foot at his sack hoping that would knock him off balance. He collapsed by the awesome force of my kick. I felt like Chuck Norris. He was knocked un-conscious by the raw power of my kick. I then realized my cell phone was dead, so I pick the bleeding woman up on my shoulders. I carried her and her child for 7 blocks all the way to a hospital. If it wasn’t for me she would have died from blood loss. The doctor then told me that I had a broken toe. I reckon it was broken on his nuts. Brings a whole new meaning to balls of steel eh?”

Of course the story changed from time to time. There were line ups at lunch of people wanting to hear about how Tim broke his toe. “The fire didn’t burn me too bad, it was all about the orphans-“ Tim was cut off by a girl around the same age as him. 

“Tim, how did you actually break your toe. There hasn’t been a fire on campus in years.” She didn’t seem too pleased with Tim’s fibbing. She wanted to the truth. This girl had hair that fell like a water fall. Straight like a man at a strip club. It was a brownish red color. Tim had seen this girl around and he had made a few remarks to her. She was a fairly attractive woman. 

“I’ll tell you under one condition, dinner and a movie. “ She seemed discontent. “What you aren’t going to turn down a cripple are you? You’re going to reject me my dying wish?” Tim was determined to see if he could get her. 

“How are you dying is a broken toe.” She said in a mildly amused tone. 

“Oh so now I’m a liar? First you reject a cripple, then you call me a liar? HEY EVERYONE!” Tim began hobbling around on one leg calling the girl a cripple hater. “AND SHE EVEN CALLED ME A CRIPPLE FIBBER! AND THEN SHE STEPPED ON MY TOE AND SPAT ON ME!” A crowd was beginning to start. 

She then gave into Tim’s demands. Tim liked to call this method the “Terrorist Approach.” 

“Relationships”

Two weeks had passed since Tim and Alice started dating. 

Tim was finally going to the hospital to get his toe-cast removed. Alice decided to go with him to get it removed. The same “breast-doctor” that was with Tim before was assigned to him again.

Once again she seemed angry about something. It turns out the cast was in pretty rough condition so she began to lecture him again. Tim’s ADD sense kicked in. He began fantasizing about Alice removing the cast with her mouth, which apparently in Tim’s mind was sexually arousing. She started moaning after holding the cast. 

Tim sported an erection from this…erotic? Fantasy. He then snapped back to reality with a beaming hard-on. Unlucky for him, his sweat pants made a tent shape. This was definitely strange for Tim. But the stranger part was the way the doctor and Alice reacted. Suddenly they couldn’t control themselves and they hopped on him. Soon enough Tim started to get “really excited.” Then the fireworks came. 

This is when Tim realized that was also a fantasy, although his pants felt damper. He was wearing jeans, so his erection may have been concealed. Alice never mentioned it so Tim assumed all was well.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Part UNO

There were no clever remarks that day. Not a single smile or a single laugh. There were no snorts of joy, no radiance of bliss, emitting from his skull. Just a dull silent feeling as he sat in his chair. As barren as the Sahara, a tear slid down his cheeks. The women he loved for so many years was now in front of him, dead, and she didn’t even know it. His legs couldn’t support the weight he felt on his shoulders, nor could his soul. The emptiness engulfed him like a an oceansjaw. “Good bye,” he whispered as he left.

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“Ouch”

YEARS EARLIER

Pain can usually be avoided when you’re fully conscious but when you’re fatigued it’s hard to realize when something is existing. Strange noises are followed by this like for instance the sound of a head smashing off a metal bar. “Owwww! What in the bloody hell?” An adolescent groans as he smacks his head off of a pole on a bunk bed. He yawns and steps out of his bed. Another interesting noise would be one of a teenage man falling flat on his ass. “Gumrphhghg. Since when do I have jacks in my room?” The man scratches his head as he walks towards his dresser. Another strange noise could be one of a toe getting crushed against a vertical object. Blood splurted on the floor and the man was rushed to the emerge. 

This is Tim. 

“Is it broken?” Tim asks the doctor. The doctor chuckled a bit and responded with a rhetorical question. The doctor was a tall yet slender woman with a name that make Tim chuckle a little bit on the inside.

“What do you think?” She responded to Tim. “Your bone broke the skin.” Tim looks to the side in disappointment with himself. “You’ve busted it up pretty bad. But it should be okay in a couple of weeks as long as you keep this cast on.”

“Coulda been worse,” Tim responded in an upbeat tone. The doctor looks at him with mild discontent. “I could have broken two toes.” Tim smiles. The doctor does not. “Sigh..” 

“You’re lucky you’re medical insurance covers this. Or else this might have cost a pretty penny.” For some reason Tim felt like he was getting lectured. She blabbered on for ages about medical care, and how he is fortunate to live in a country in which medical care is free for adolescents. It wasn’t long before Tim’s eyes started to wander. They drooped down to the woman’s breasts. It was then that the doctor realized Tim wasn’t listening, so she departed from the bed in which he sat upon. “You’re free to go Tim.” 

Friday, August 8, 2008

Regarding "Kitten Catching"

So on Youtube I promised to post any updates on kittens the cat, and thats basically what this is. So I went to visit Kittens a couple hours before he was dropped off and let me tell you, that Cat is gorgeous. I mean it was an awesome cat in every aspect, in fact I like it more then my cat; my cat sucks. This kitten was so playful, although it had really long claws, so as far as I know right now, me and my girlfriend have some diseases. 

So theres a reason I havn't really written anything down in a while, its mainly because I've started this REALLY LONG story thing. Like right now it's at about five and a half pages, although I have writers block, so it might be a while before it's finished. I CAN however post the first couple parts from it. 

I'll post it sunday or something.

Talk to you all later,

QMav.