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Well what can I say about myself other than tell you all a few of the things I enjoy out of life...
Music: Gorillaz, Elliott Smith, Green Day, Blink 182, AFI, Rancid, Boxcar Racer, Dropkick Murphys, Goldfinger, Reel Big Fish, Less Than Jake, Catch 22, Avoid One Thing, ACDC, Rolling Stones, Beatles, lets just say this list can go on for awhile.... lol you all get the drift of musical taste about now I guess...
T.V./Movies:Simpsons, Just Shoot Me, News Radio, Gundam Wing, Royal Tennembaums(spelt wrong obviously), Star Wars, Dogma, Mallrats, Clerks... basically the whole Kevin Smith deal, LotR, Happy Gilmore, and of course one of my favorites... Nightmare Before Christmas
Hobbies: Ju Jitsu(a martial art), Guitar(I own three a gibson, a danelectro, and a fender), Reading Comics, Collecting various figurines from Nightmare Before Christmas and other things I like, Playing Video Games when friends are over(don't really find interest in them when I am by myself), and of course Dungeons and Dragons(my group kicks ass... but we will all end up killing eachother in game soon)
A Link To Alison's Blog: http://fyrebird.blogdrive.com  ^Alison^ 
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Dec 17, 2008
i died, you died, we died. i lied, you lied, we lied. -laugh- search, seek, destroy. jump down they say. the fall never kills, just that sudden SNAP at the bottom. flick, click, boom. break neck speed, whiplash CRACK. fall. SNAP. repeat.
shift back. shift forward. the flow of eternity. reality drain... an empty brain. time tells... never dwell. past haunts... future taunts. stop, look, listen. ATTACK! bullets wizz by. LAPSE. back again. shift forward. shift back.
love lived long, life lived short. disolve. dust, earth, rebirth. tree of youth, they pray for sanity. madness, anger, RAGE. base emotions. lifeforce, blood... lifeforce, heat... drain. cold.
static. rush. wait, listen! meet up. disturbance. not the same, never the same. lost. we are what we are... we are what we made ourselves. confused. never the same. it flows, it doesn't.
punch a wall, hurts a little at first but subsides. curse a lot, only furthers the hate. why? hide yourself. a ninja hardly, a coward more like it. push away, to the side. RUN! anxiety rush! adrenaline failure. tired.
who to blame, only myself. you said it didnt make sense but it did. YOU LOST IT! YOU FOOL! YOU LOST IT! structure. broke the walls down and figured it out, believe it? no. can't work that way, that part is dead. the flow isn't the same. it is all spaced. i dont feel free. it equals five. i lost myself and i cant bring it back... just dont feel it anymore. same day, same sap story, same old song and dance. sit back and relax.
it gets late, you forgot your date. ten to five and you realize that its ruined. meet her at four. you rush out the door. the diner is far and you dont have a car. transit it is. twenty-one past seven and you arrive. shes gone, your chance is lost. love is lost to the fool, you're the tool! coffee. black. you think of whats to come. late night, hit up the bar. a few drinks to many and a long stumble home. sleep. work. this is life, your life. afraid? hardly.  Posted at 01:13 am by Trooper
Apr 16, 2008
lost in the void... you get stuck in that rut of life and just dont know how to escape... the skeletons in the closet still rattle and its hard to ditch the demons looking over your shoulder... just can't go back to school.... just can't... want to quit working... find a new job... just can't though... stuck... the same 3 chords of life strum... again, again, again, again.... 4/4 time... another couple years and your worthless to society... eaten up and spat out to the curb... anxiety builds up when you think of leaving... you've become comfortable... and being comfortable has never been good to you... the poet, the musician, the fool.
your muse has died... the once great, vast expanse of creativity has dried up... looking into the past you see that you wish you were the same person but you aren't... you thought you were weak then but you were far stronger than the pathetic person looking back at you in the mirror...
spin, spin, spin, spin.... fall... drop down into the new void... the new expanse... the demons world... chatter, clattering bones break the fall... look up and you see no light... lost. confused.
all you want back is the poet, the musician, the fool.  Posted at 11:31 pm by Trooper
Jul 9, 2006
when the darkness fills your soul
and you notice you are all alone
that is when life truely flies
no death, no suicide
just a lot of broken pride
just thought and empty space
constantly making it a race
calling on you to pick up that sudden pace
speedway junkie and a break down
side of the highway nights
stars act as broken lights
live a life with shut eyes
feelings and risks with clenched fists
anxiety and panic rush through the vains
dont be scared life guides you on its way
no death, no suicide
just a lot of broken pride
another reason to know you lied
knowing its best not to confide
speedway junkie and a break down
side of the highway nights
stars act as broken lights
city lights blacken the night sky
hidden stars forgotten in light
devils dancing on the streets
demons laughing to the beat
no death, no suicide
just a lot of broken pride
a blur, a haze
leave us all in a daze
speedway junkie and a break down
side of the highway nights
stars act as broken lights
Posted at 03:00 pm by Trooper
Jun 7, 2006
for a person who has been a total asshole... a person whom disregarded everyone and everything around him.... does he really deserve to stand up with the rest of those who actually made something of themselves?... does a dumb little epiphony and change of ways in the end really dub the person worthy? or should they just sit outside in the cold and rain where they belong for their former actions? what does a person have to do before they can redeem themselves for their actions?... can it really be done or is the person doomed to fall back into their past because of the urge of something that is just comfortable...
Posted at 12:29 pm by Trooper
Apr 7, 2006
sit around and drink alone... the scotch on your breathe will linger for days... hair of the dog it for almost a week... the buzz that never fades... dead by dawn is what they say... wake up faced down in a gutter... looking up into the stars that meld together to form a sea of white... wait out another day... sit around and drink alone Posted at 09:05 am by Trooper
Mar 16, 2006
sit and ponder for a moment... what makes you ticked? what causes you to snap... what are those few things that set you off... better yet.... what are those few things that you can handle but just build up making you a ticking time bomb... then what happens when you go off? or do you even go off?... lately i have been thinking a lot about all those things... also adding do you snap at the people you love for these things that tick you off? god knows i do... dont know why either... is it just a set reaction... are you force to just snap? or are you simply just a horrible horrible human being...
Posted at 01:15 am by Trooper
Mar 12, 2006
love is in the air and happiness is spreading
time to hug and kiss underneath the bedding
hold the one you love so tight
and know it truely feels so right
laugh together and wonder why
hold eachother and simply cry
sweetness fills the air
as love flutters bare
Posted at 03:59 pm by Trooper
Mar 8, 2006
sitting down and looking off into the stars this this is where we notice everything we learn about life we learn about death its a struggle a fight to keep ones sanity looking off into the stars you think of things like love how you become much like a frightened little child nervous not knowing what to do this act of love makes you feel both melancholy and content at the same time not quite knowing what to do you often stammer bugger up and you quickly just wish to run away some believe it to be cute others find it humourous personally i hate it is this what you really want?
looking off into the stars you picture your fantasy world everything works out there even if things dont work out in the end it is fixed and everyone is happy we all hide from reality we hide because we are afraid yet again fear comes and plays a part in all this love life death and that nervous little kid again the adventure begins and you constantly wonder what will come next you wonder but in all right you already know we all end up on lifes lonely plain every so often we luck out and meet that one special person the one that makes you that little nervous child and you are happy you are also sad
we flash back to better times the stars hold all the answers to our lives you just drift off and become one with the universe you look up into the night sky and feel the slight chill come across your spine as you dream you feel your spirit rise and leave on adventures you wish you could take part in its lifes little game and deaths funny little trick
broken a mind must be to believe in all these crazy things live by the day die by the hour
escape is the only word that comes to mind escape leave run just break away and run run so very far away and be free is this what you really want?
darkness with the dim light of millions upon millions of stars all putting you in the spotlight it is your show your movie your play it is your everything take part in your adventure because after all right before you die you know one thing it was all for you because at that moment death creeps up and places a cold hand upon your shoulder and that was it another story left unwritten another movie that no one will see and another play that no one cares about live life as if it is your own show because after all if you give a great performance you may be part of that great north american classic
though this could all be one silly little game existance as we know it is just some nervous little childs overactive imagination and in one second even a blink of an eye the whole world comes crashing down and a new one is created a lot like this one just a little bit different
deja vu just another one of those excuses for our fucked up little minds knowing more than they should a break in time where we have to relive the exact same moment for a second third fourth hell five thousandth time
notes ring out as you hear a guitar and take you back to that place where all this started laying down in the nice cool grass on a warm summer night hands behind your head looking up into the stars where your fantasy world and overactive mind took over
turn your head look over and see everyone sitting by the campfire blink twice listen to the music and watch the world come crashing down get up walk over and sit down its time to face reality.
Posted at 01:32 pm by Trooper
Feb 24, 2006
sitting at a crossroad, which way to turn... anxiety creates cracks in this mighty road... the path thats worn in or the one less travelled... break apart, small pieces of me... leave an imprint for those to see... love life, embrace death... all a game of russian rulette in the end... follow your soul, follow your heart... a mind only gets in the way... sing the song, with great ease... tears of joy, tears of fright.... i need you here, on this night.... a pause in space mixed with some deja vu... a blur of light ever so bright.... a bell of sorrow, a bell of might... adieu to all, with that goodnight. Posted at 12:43 am by Trooper
Feb 23, 2006
a little bit broken and a tad bit tired
well i am a bit broken right now... lol only i have the ability to injure myself... i pulled the muscle in my shoulder and neck so i have been a little bit out of it for awhile... been painful but i will live... doc put me on some meds that drain all energy out of me and have it so i sleep atleast 17 hours a day... so my body is all messed up its the feeling that you want to sleep more cause your brain is tired but your body is saying no more sleep... for the love of god no more sleep... but hey what can you do?
other news! i am 20... woot i made it to the big 2.0.... i have been writing bits and pieces of short stories lately... i am thinking about making a book soon of short stories that all have tragic endings... after that i am working on a book of poetry which will ballance out since i have begun to write some really nice romantic poetry... some of it depressing, some of it not-so-depressing... hmm what else to say that is gripping?
break. think fast. look around. the deed done. retreat. not yet. sirens wail. broken. battered at best. reaction. busted. pulled out. taken down. look up. death awaits. mistake.
a twisted flight. time and space. collides with planets. beings true and due. meteors follow the crash. gripping flames. spewing through. uncontrollable fate entwined. darkness and the like.
a brick hits the glass. shatter into a million pieces. reflections. past. present. future. flying by. cutting. knicking. tearing through.
dark circles create a void. falling ever so quickly. drifting as if caught in sand. thinking through the situation. mind vs matter. the fall never kills the man. Posted at 01:07 pm by Trooper
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