Autumn

I didn't feel like writing this for college english because I thought it was stupid and a waste of time, so I made it depressing!!:

The wind hits my face as I stare out at the colorful trees. Finally, I can sleep comfortably with my windows cracked, no more relying on the air conditioning. The wind picks up and the trees sway under the pressure of the wind, and after so much bending the leaves fly off their thin branches, cluttering the ground. In these large fields the colors make a collage of false inner-meaning (from examples I’ve heard the meaning is only as profound as the person’s capacity for pseudo-meaning). ‘Leafers’ make the trek up to admire this short-lived foliage, and see Hudson Valley’s true (and really only) beauty. Wildlife is scarce except for the squirrels that scamper through the thick layers of leaves looking for the ‘sacred’ acorns, never satisfied, always more to be found.
Journeying up to the tree that a squirrel is situated under I see the life fading out of it. It bared its fruit, and the lively green of the leaves, from the chlorophyll begins to wane. The fruit surrounding this suffering tree begins to rot, not accomplishing their evolutionary goal; to penetrate the soil and germinate. For the apples that are luckier and picked, they become the chief fruit staple in the homes across the area, crisp and sweat, the best around.
Soon this beautiful landscape will seem barren, nothing but the brown of the bark under a white cover of snow. The wildlife will take shelter and the scene will look dead. But, alas, these to fleeting weeks of prismatic color betray the true meaning of this season, autumn. For the tree’s, time slows as it sheds its life, a decrepit frame of a once formidable, lively tree. Just as the leaves fall, summer leaves our homes and our mindset, as we brace for yet another satisfyingly long winter.

R.I.P. January 20th, 2009

This is my scary story for Halloween =O

I awoke in darkness, a strange euphoria of murky chills engulfing all of my senses until a refreshing wave of numbness took control of my body. My wrists twinged with pain and my elbows cried out in extreme discomfort as they were, locked together above my tender head. Touches of rusted metal seemed frozen against my joints, clutching me to the wall and I noticed my bare, crusted feet standing in a shallow pool of dampness.
My eyes strained in the weak light and saw a figure through the gray haze. He was hunched over a small, broken table across the room beside the decaying wax of a candle with a short future, his smooth head creating a thin outline against the aged stone backdrop to which he faced.
“Something beautiful is about to happen,” he spoke in a strangely recognizable tone. As he turned to face me I made out his immaculate, well-kept and most out of place suit jacket, seemingly glistening in the faint glimmer of the flame. The dark skin of his hands seemed cool and refreshed as his limber fingers rearranged his silk tie.
“Aren't you excited?” he asked. Suddenly I gasped as a horrifying sense of recognition clenched my sickened stomach. He took another step towards my defenseless, hanging face and smiled, that charismatic, friendly, oh-so-reassuring smile we all loved so much. But not me, I now understood.
“I'm going to bring this world into a new era, and reinvent the term freedom,” he enunciated the final word. “Oh there will be change alright,” he paused, “unless you, and only you, say otherwise.”
My mind burned to say “NO, NOT THIS CHANGE,” but as I moved to speak, my torn, bloodied mouth couldn't. Something was missing.
“That's what I thought,” he grinned, unveiling a small, red piece of flesh from his hand to me. With that he walked away in a fit of laughter, leaving me wide-eyed, helpless and struggling until I felt myself go limp into darkness, fading away with the dying light of the candle.

This Was All I Had

Recent events in my life
Have made me cherich people more
While I miss out of their lives
Lives I wish I'd known more

The Deaths of Interest

I... have been gifted with a curse. Like anybody I've met many interesting people in my life, but unlike everyone I know when those people will die. A few days before it happens I get an epiphany; a vision. Even if I haven't met this person more then once, many years ago, and even if I never knew their name, I have known or will someday know the time of their death.
Naturally at first I thought I was crazy. Perhaps this was a sign of schizophrenia. I had all intentions of going to a doctor but before I could I began to remember. I knew these people, and I became fascinated.
And so I tried to reach them, find these people so I could tell them just what was going to happen, and when. Unfortunately most of the time all I have is a face and a story. Then I tried to use this power for memorium, as a way to remember the conversations I enjoyed and learned from, but lately all I am is afraid.
I am afraid for the old oil tycoon who spent his affluent retirement traveling the globe.
I am afraid for the young boy I saw drawing himself as a spaceman on the moon beside two smiling parents.
I am afraid for those two longtime friends who saw their children head off to India to spend their lives together, a couple in marriage.
I am afraid for the man who brought life into a small bubble with a single strand of hair and I'm afraid for all the great artists who have inspired me. But everything is alright, because of one thought; that someone out there is afraid for me because they too will know the day I die.

Lakes, Serial Killers and a Fresh Case of Bordem

I'm back at our lake house upstate (or should I say my parents', considering I come up here about two weeks out of the year while they're up every other weekend), a small cottage-type home about a quarter mile from the water. Already, as expected, family bonding is being overtaken by family controversy and high tensions, and I'm coming to the conclusion there is absolutely nothing I want to do in the town of Schroon Lake.
People in little hamlets (particularly isolated ones or ones near/in appealing vacation spots) are a completely different type of people. Ever realize how small town people are super nice? But then again that's where the serial killers come from, the creepy hicks that never speak to anyone but their mother and their livestock. It seems urban areas have a ton of small crimes and rural areas have a few horrible crimes. I suppose then it's all about luck. Would you prefer to always be on your guard for pickpockets but know your self is safe or go with the nice crime free neighbors who, in rare situations, might crush your brains with a meat cleaver and stuff you in their oddly spacious yet always available ice chest? About that, the butchers (that being the Killer's real occupation not a title) never have animal meat hanging around. Do they only kill/eat/sell human flesh their whole careers or just reserve the murder of stupid, yet beautiful teenagers for a time in which the food is just running scarce?
Regardless I'm trying my best to keep occupied through the usual activities like the computer, guitar and some new books, and to avoid hanging from a dirty meat hook at any time during this vacation. But I have made a new, startling discovery that when I listen to Amy Whinehouse I write really witty, sophisticated dialogues between the rich at house parties. It could be a part of the expatriate authors rubbing off on me I'm having to read so much of lately.

rant...sorta... i guess... maybe =]

Even though the families during the Great Depression couldn’t afford to put food on the table, they would spend their last dime on going to the movies. People go to the movies to be entertained. There are many forms of entertainment, but don’t be fooled because movies are the greatest form of entertainment. I enjoy watching movies.


I have been watching movies since I was about five years old. I started with the Disney classics like Cinderella, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Peter Pan, Robin Hood, and Aladdin. As I got older I discovered new genres of movies. I currently watch animation, comedy, action, and comic book based films, just to name a few. Most recently I went to go see the action packed thriller, I am Legend featuring the talented actor/singer, Will Smith. I can’t go through the day without quoting a movie line. Friends and family can confirm this, this often happens when we sit down to eat dinner but my brothers and I find anytime to quote a movie line when the time is right. It takes me one or two times to see the movie and be able to quote it. But movies aren’t just for me there are films for everyone.


Everyone has different preferences whether it is action, comedy, animation, horror or romantic. There are so many genres of film you will be able to find one you like. This is just one reason why they are such a great way to pass time. This will also allow you to connect with the character or characters. Maybe the character’s situation is similar to something you could possibly be dealing with in your own life. Movies are sometimes based on true experiences or uncover historical events and figures. There are even movies that allow you to experience things that may not be possible or legal for you to do in reality. Watching Clive Owen and his team break in to the Manhattan bank, Denzel Washington stunned by their cleverness in the awesome film Inside Man is an amazing thriller. It will keep you on the edge of your seat. These movies have been perfected for longer then you or I have been around, for this I’m sure that they are definitely worth watching.


Movies have been around for more then 81 years, it wasn’t until 1926 a new invention was born. The first movie with sound was invented in 1926, when Warner Brothers and Western Electric, introduced a new sound-on-disc system. This invention made it possible to hear sound in the movie itself, before this people watched silent films. Movies make it possible to escape your problems as well. In the 1930’s the motion pictures were the most important form of entertainment of the Great Depression. During the Depression an average 60 million to 75 million tickets were bought each week. While the reality of the Great Depression seamed impossible to get away from, the short trip to a faraway land was the perfect thing to do.


For these reasons movies are the greatest form of entertainment. The sound, screenplay, computer graphics, acting, plot, script, setting, camera angles are all important elements that make the movie what it is when brought together in the final product. It takes a large amount of hard work and skill that is worth everyone’s appreciation.

Loath and Love

Today is that day.

The day I leave the spiraling staircase.

The day I reach the top.

I had already been there,

Once before like many. 

The rest have disappeared behind me. 

And there they stand and stare

Loath and Love, 

Their thoughts like sand in my lungs.

too rough to cough up.

And here I stand, 

At the top of the stairs.

After all that climbing, 

I wonder if my heart was always there...