The Rusted Razorblade

Stealing an idea.

Well I decided I'd turn this into more then just a writing blog. I'll make this a place where I try to show my more creative side however little that side may be. Basically this will be writings and photography.

I stole the idea of putting up pics and photoshopped ones by Lingo who is also able to be seen over at Digital Eyes. I suggest you check it out.

This is a photo of a puck I had signed by Mario Lemieux back in October of 2003, ironically it was October 5th 2003 which just happens to be a day we share has birthdays. I'm very proud of the fact I was born on the same day 19 years later of one of the greatest people alive. Anyway, I croped it and I added "find edges". What makes that so cool with the sharpie is it look as if the autograph is wrapped around the Penguin logo.

Good day.

COKE!

Here I sit, haven’t updated this on a consistent basis, maybe its because I can’t seem to figure out what the hell I want to write. When I do it becomes stupid. Take for instance that small part of the short story I posted. I get to about word 700, and all of a sudden it just becomes this unrealistic piece of trash. Maybe I’ll just sit here and drown my sorrows in a cold glass of Coke.

Real Life Sucks

This is a poem I wrote last year when I was working a factory job that well blew ass. It's a rather funny poem, and when I read it I become overcome with joy realizing I haven't had to go into that building in 9 months. And I'll never EVER go back.

From Plum to Westmoreland I drive,
I often wonder how will I survive?
When I swipe my badge across the clock,
I then consider jumping off of a dock.
When I get to my work station to get ready for the day,
I want to let out a “HORRAY!”.
Packing these boxes hour after hour,
My mouth begins to taste oh so sour.
As the 8 hours comes to an end,
I get back to my car just in time to wake up and hit SEND!

Puzzle

Here is my most recent writing.

“Puzzle”

Most of the puzzle has been pieced together.
The outer edge forming the frame of support.
The inner rows forming the character of the picture.
Missing is what makes the puzzle complete.
A few pieces can cause the entire puzzle to fail.
Those few pieces take a beautiful thing and cause it to look distorted.
Soon, everyone including the puzzle stop caring.
They stop looking for the last pieces.
Instead, waiting for those pieces to come to them.
Eventually the puzzle is forgotten.
Left on a cold table in some dusty room down the hall.

Start of a short story...

Here is the start of a short story I am attempting to write. Tell me what you think.

I was waiting for him outside, just 30 minutes earlier I had watched him taint the one I thought most beautiful. I cringe still at the thought of it. With every motion the knife in my heart twisted over and over! Now it was my turn to pull the knife out of my heart, and stick it in his!

The lover came out of the front door of the building. He adjusted his belt, and walked towards his car. Blood sprayed from a gash I created in the back of his head. The red spray covered much of the pavement, and the front of my jacket. I stuffed his lifeless body into the back of my car.

I still had his blood on my hands, I loved that. The gash I placed in his head was still oozing, created a crimson bath of my back seat. From past experiences I knew he was still alive. Barely. Deep in the woods I began dragging his body I wanted this to be special.

I reached to my ankle, revealing a knife. The moon light shimmered slightly off of the newly sharpened blade.

Inner Peace....

I've always wondered is inner peace achieveable? Or will I always go through live feeling has though that one piece is missing? When I fill a void will that create another void like a bad game of dominoes? It always seems like people are missing one thing or another. Love, money, peace. Sometimes we don't even seem to know what we are missing. We just feel that there is an abyss in our souls unable to be filled by means we know.

Ropes

Here is a poem I wrote a while ago, short.

"Ropes"

Bound by emotion
the noose tightens.
Bound by fear
the dreams frighten.
Bound by ropes
my blood freezes.
Bound by chains
my heart seizes.