Out with the bad, in with...Iraq? |
As yet another year comes to its highly anti-climactic end, I'm dumbfounded and appalled at the lack of advancement 2007 has yeilded for me. New years are supposed to be new opportunities, new direct...
Posted by Christian Young! on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 03:39:00 PST |
Slash, Fender, Yngwie, and the Greatest Lie Ever Told |
I don't like Fender guitars, but Yngwie uses them. Exclusively. And know what that makes me think of? Slash's hair. Or maybe just the enitity that is Slash - excuse me - Saul Hudson, in general. The k...
Posted by Christian Young! on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 04:00:00 PST |
Love Is A Battlefield |
Strange ballistic membranes shield my feelings from your temperemantal fire; Indirect in its nature but lethal all the same. Wave after wave and I'm still standing, repulsing your attack but throwing ...
Posted by Christian Young! on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 09:37:00 PST |
If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet |
What if to attain the one thing you've always wanted, you had to face the one thing you've always feared? Accepting personal defeat in an effort to better oneself - sounds like a bad movie theme; but ...
Posted by Christian Young! on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 12:02:00 PST |
The Tumultuous Truth of Conception |
My mind torments me;This hell of deceitEnveloping, Enveloping, Enveloping Choose between two agoniesA warm summer day Bittersweet in its beauty Be...
Posted by Christian Young! on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 12:20:00 PST |
Hope |
A cool wind blows gently past As we cast nervous glances In each other's direction.I take a glimpse at the sky; ...
Posted by Christian Young! on Fri, 04 May 2007 11:59:00 PST |
Blue: 'Lucky Number 7' |
Pursing through alleywaysThick with darknessShallow water yields Embers burning bright;Lighting up Sanity.Enveloped by peaceAnd all is yet wholeBut hangmen bewareTheir stomachs yet fullGreed, Lust, Pi...
Posted by Christian Young! on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 01:21:00 PST |
Untitled |
Those roses have since wilted Their scent departedA hybrid of two realities; blended.They were a metaphor for adolescence Maybe an eerie sense of omnipresenceBut li...
Posted by Christian Young! on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 01:12:00 PST |
The Prized Weakness |
Insufferable rage!Intolerant babble -Control what you see.If taking frequent naps;Then behold the key.Waking tolerants wasted in timeFollowing footsteps in perfect rhyme.Agility remains a constant fa...
Posted by Christian Young! on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 12:15:00 PST |
Laments in A Minor. |
I don't know what this is. I feel like everything is crumbling, like I'm lost in a sea and I have no compass with wich to guide me. My friends seem like they don't know me anymore, and that's just th...
Posted by Christian Young! on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 10:19:00 PST |
