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I am but a conduit for the verbal and musical expressions that the universe chooses to channel through my mind and soul.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Workin on it.

OK, with no followers, I can only assume that I have no readers. But I can at least use this as a place to post my stories (which are protected by an automatic copyright on allpoetry.com). So, if I do have any readers, let me know. Email me at crazyjawa@gmail.com for story ideas or requests, apparently requests are called commisions in this type of thing. Anyway, help me out Drones! I'm working on part 1 of a 3 part piece. It's gonna be dark '_'

Later Drones.

Virus

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Broken

I am Broken. A heart, a memory. Shattered into a million pieces. Shards flying through space, reflecting events of time. Recollections of the past, glimpses of the future, and the realization of the present. I told a close friend that I loved her, the feeling was somewhat mutual. Just not in the way I had wanted. I act like it doesn't hurt. I act like there is no pain. But there is, and it will remain. I tried, and that alone should be an accomplishment, but I hate to say that it's not enough. I tell her that whatever works for her is good enough for me, I just want her to be happy. Such an odd emotion, "love". I'm not supposed to believe in it. I'm supposed to be immune to such.... Human emotion. But I was willing to try. I did try. And I was shot down, because the feelings conflicted. So I will stay a "brother" to her, if that is what she truly wants.

-Andre

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Cursed Writer

Death, murder, killing. The three words I can't get out of my head. The urge to write them, to say them, is always there. Like an ever present tumor of the brain. My cancer that is slowly eating me from the inside out. My curse, the curse of my writing. A dark force that demands my attention and takes control of my senses. Forcing me to write about the sins that people commit. The corruption of the human heart. As long as we are here, my inspiration cannot die, and because of it, I am damned.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Taking Requests.

Ok. Figured out to set this up. Got plenty of stories, poems, and little anecdotes. But I'm open for requests. Sometimes I run out of ideas too, so I may NEED a request. If your visiting this blog you probably know who I am, if you don't, I go by Andre for my stories. But I can be anyone. My stories are normally written from a first person POV, so in a way, I am the character. I am a man, boy, killer, warrior, child, animal, insect, woman, thief, and anything else you want me to write as. I welcome any and all challenges on this blog. I probably won't get any, but ya never know. Thats all for now Drones.

-Andre