Me Singing Horribly Again - Comment Please

Another video of me singing horribly, though i butchered the song. Listen to this song by the Script called Before The Worst, awesome band awesome song, even though i totally killed it. heheheheh, and i know it cuts off abruptly during the video, my camera died so that's all i got. Take into account that i do have a cold, but i think even without the cold it would still suck lol

Hello Everyone

OK, this is the first post in which I have no basis on what I want to write. Usually I'm always ready to write a typical story, post a picture of artwork I did, Songs, Poems, etc, but today I genuinely do not have anything in particular to write about.
So I'm just going to wing it today, I guess i should talk about several things that have been probing my mind for the longest and I need to get them out.

To start off with what's on my mind I guess I'll begin with what people know first.

1) The reason I'm quitting Flamex - Most people have probably been curious as to the reason for my sudden withdrawal from the flock and here is the reason. About a week and several days ago, there was an incident that happened on the chat site. It started off with several individuals on the chat including Dark, Nitru, Minx, Dark-Wolf ( I believe ) and Girl. I came on as Cain Cosmos and asked them to accompany me on a journey to save Alter because I noticed that the chat was getting pretty "soap - opera like" and I aimed to try and change the simple dialogue with action. So we went to "Hell" and that's how the mission began, keep in mind that Dark is sometimes very oblivious to the fact that there are others ideas that do not naturally coincide with his own ideas. Sometimes Dark fails to see that he has tried to take over control of something that one man started. This is what happened in this case, Dark seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I wanted the RPG to break away from the seals of immortality and invulnerability. But Dark seemed to ignore that fact and seemingly took over control by saying that he wasn't scared and ultimately slowing down the RPG speed that was in-visioned at the beginning of the RPG. So this led up to the point in which I got tired of his constant "Immortality and Bravado" that I launched a miniscule attack on him, in which he got angry and said this is childish. Now what made me angry was the fact that he wouldn't be subdued, his ignorance to the fact that using immortality and invulnerability turns a normally exciting RPG into a boring and lax game.

2) Well my girlfriend broke up with me, this is not really as much as a big deal as I thought it would be at first. The important thing is that even though she did break up with me, she remains a close friend to me. Which is more than I can say for any previous girlfriend I've had, who've dumped me for other guys and then come back when they realize that physical attributes are not as important as mental ones. My ex-girlfriend still remains very close and still helps me with a lot of my problems that I face when it comes to girl trouble. As most people can realize, I'm very bad with girls, I tend to freeze up and find myself unable to communicate how I feel through words. It's a mental block I assume I've set up for myself to prevent a disappointing feeling if the situation turns out in the negative. Meaning the girl rejects me, which has happened on numerous occasions if you haven't noticed. But still my ex-girlfriend is very helpful in these situations because she knows how I think, I have a very different way of looking at girls. Meaning I do not just look at physical attributes, which I do tend to do, but i also look at other attributes as well. These include funniness, personality, smarts, philosophical and physiological attributes. If anyone could help me with figuring out how to destabilize this mental block that has been set up in my mind, it would be greatly appreciated. Preferably answers from girls please. Guys can answer, but I'd much rather prefer someone of the female origin giving me advice.

3) OK, this is the last venting section of my blog and I would assume that most people have been in a situation like this................( have to go to work)

~Alter Cosmos~
-Time is running thin, but with the force of Hope strengthening the flock. There is nothing that cannot be defeated.-

Another Song - Comment And Feedback

OK I just couldn't help it, Looking at Katie's Song I knew i had to step my game up really far just to get to where her level is. This is a song that started to fill me up, while i was reading Kat's song. This is another one I'm gonna write.

Entitled - Don't Tell Me The Truth

Your body holds all your secrets
Your eyes are telling all of your lies
I'm seeing right through your deception
But I still can't bring myself to say goodbye

So Don't Tell Me The Truth
Let's stand here alone tonight
It's me and you in the starlight
So let's keep our secrets tonight

You look out towards him
And I look towards her
Crying on the insides with our lies
You want him and I want her
But We don't want to give up on each other
And I Still can't bring myself to say goodbye

So Don't Tell Me The Truth
Let's stand here alone tonight
It's me and you in the starlight
So let's keep our secrets tonight

We can feel the build-up
The tension is high
My heart is breaking down in two
I can see in your face
The pain that I made
Breaking you in half with heartache
And I still can't bring myself to say goodbye

So Don't Tell Me The Truth
Let's stand here alone tonight
It's me and you in the starlight
So let's keep our secrets tonight

Let's keep our secrets tonight
So please Don't Tell Me The Truth

Probably still doesn't compete with what Kat has, but for such a short notice this has some potential. Please Comment And Give Feedback for me and Katie.

Contest Level Two - Song Writing

Ok this is the second level of competition that me and Katie are going towards since the previous level ended in a 1:1 ratio of liking. This competition level is consistant of Song Writing capabilities. Please comment on both blogs and give feedback as to who is better.

Song - "Listen To Me"

Look towards me and what do you see
A boy or the man that I'm trying to be
Your lost in your thoughts so you can't see
Or hear what I'm trying to say

I'm waiting for you to hear
"Listen to Me that's all I'm asking"
"Listen to Me before I let go....."
Your leaving me helpless
Caught without a voice
But listen to me, that's all I'm asking

You listen to her, and you'll listen to him
I'm telling you things, but your not ever listening
Your walking blindly off of a plank
Cause you won't ever hear what I'm trying to say

And I'm waiting for you to hear
"Listen to Me that's all I'm asking"
"Listen to Me before I let go....."
Your leaving me helpless
Caught without a voice
But listen to me, that's all I'm asking

This one last time
I'm trying to believe
That you really do care
But it feels like you leaving me

I'm waiting for you to hear
"Listen to Me that's all I'm asking"
"Listen to Me before I let go....."
Your leaving me helpless
Caught without a voice
But listen to me, that's all I'm asking

I'm making you see what you can't see
But listen to me, that's all I'm asking.

Contest Level One - Poetry

Me and Katie having a contest on who is a better writer because I believe that I am an adequate writer. But Katie thinks I am, personally I believe Katie is a better writer but this is what this contest is for. If you do not know Kat's blog adress, it is katie-mo32.blogspot.com please look at her poem and then compare to mines. Give feedback and tell who's was better.

Entitled - Are We Alone?

Are We Alone?
Everywhere we turn there's a brick wall
We look around at all the destruction
It's a lonely world with just two people

But there is nothing better than spending it with you
Even if the world collapsed, a world without you
Is not a world at all, just a black hole.

Are we Alone?
No we are not alone, there's friends everywhere
There is no more destruction, only hope
A white light beneath the dark abyss of night

So this is not a black hole anymore
It is just the dream, I've always wanted it to be
There's no more to say, and no more to think about
Because the question is not "Are we Alone?"
The question is "Are we ever going to be alone again?"
And the answer is no.

An Occasional Poem I Had To Write For Class

This is an occasional poem i had to write for class, it was about inauguration day. So if you could give me feedback and critique that would be greatly appreciated. Also if you could act like a teacher and give me a grade based on what i wrote, please do. That would also be appreciated.

Entitled – A New Day and a New Hope

An auspicious day this was, January 20th 2009
As the Bush administration ended, another stood in line
This time of darkness has ended, eight years of crime to be undone
A new light stands brighter now, together we will have won.

For past, present, and future stood on Capitol Hill
To see the torch of passing, the light of America’s will
We hope that yesterday’s sorrow, will not be tomorrow’s pain
This day has brought the new, cleansing of the rain.

The future is not one of easy passing, or even painless fights
But this day has paved a new road to the revival of America’s rights.
On January 20, 2009 there was neither black nor white, neither minority nor majority.
This day has brought America’s hope, and that is worth more than anything ever seen

Wrote This Just Yesterday - Comment And Feedback Would Be Greatly Apperciated

I Wrote This Just Yesterday, Within A 20-30 Minute Period. You Can Ask The Girl Who Could Fly. She Will Tell You About It. Anyways Comment And Give Feedback Please. It Will Be Well Appreciated.

Prologue
The icy wind howled throughout the desolate wasteland, crying out for the lost souls that littered the battlefield. I sat in the middle of the field with bodies scattered about the ground around my feet and the crimson liquid painting a picture of intense violence and horrible visions. “Why can’t I remember what happened, when I try to remember all I see is red…………………” is what I whisper to myself as the pitter-pat of sweat, anguish, and fear bleed off my face and into a deep wrinkle creased within my dirt-ridden pants. My mind races with flashes of light, the burning heat sears into my flesh and I can feel the burning rage creeping over me as I watch the faces of people drop to the ground in rapid succession. I can hear a voice calling out, Is it mine? That I do not know, but these people are so familiar………………so…………………close to me. My mind tears through all of my thoughts trying to rip the hidden memories of what happened to these bodies and who I am, it tries to bring me closure but all I can see is the blankness of what is not there. Who am I, What caused this terrible bloodshed, am I a monster, and who are those people that seem so close but yet so far?


Beginning
I lay face down with the musty pillow absorbing the tears from my pores. My caramel skin locked in between the damp smell of the pillow and my small bush of hair that tied itself together like the bristles of an ox’s fur. I can hear the knock at the door with the faint feminine smell of perfume and make-up permeating the rank air of the hotel room bed. “Hello Sarah, please enter the room. It’s unlocked.” I bellow with a monotonous tone that masks my feelings. “That is unlike you, James; you’re usually so much more meticulous when it comes to protecting yourself. What are you thinking about that has made you so vulnerable in this state?” Sarah retorts with the utmost charisma and feeling. My eyes slide from under the pillows white sheet, out to where Sarah is standing. Her thin figure was nothing much to behold, well except for her perfect eyes which glimmered like the sun beneath a hazel mirror. Her cheeks that radiated with such a crimson hue that when she blushed it created a sudden surge of heat in the room and her smile which where as white as the snowy earth that littered the northern hemisphere at this point of the year.
I jumped back up letting the creases of my clothes spring back to life in a miraculous jump-start and I felt my lean figure creak and crack with slow movements of my sleeping muscles. “I was thinking back to my past, where you found me and what my true name is………” I managed to croak out of my hoarse voice box. Yes, my name isn’t James and I’ve realized that for some time now even though Sarah continuously calls me James or Josh. Suddenly there’s another smell that enters the room in one fluid moment, and it’s so pungent that I can taste it in every fiber of my mouth. “That smells…......” I inhale the scent as my whisper turns to a yell “sulfur…………………….DUCK!!!!!!!” I yell as time seems to slow in my eye. The wood splinter breaks apart slowly as the heat of the metal and charcoal eat through the remaining fibers of wood. Sarah falls slowly from where she was standing as the half football rips the flesh off the top of her arm and the heat eats away at her flesh creating a black flame trail as it passed by heading straight for between my eyes.
Time reverts to normal and the speed at which I move is amazing, but the bullet tears through my shoulder blade, driving like a knife into the bone marrow and engraving its sharp point into my skin. I drop onto the sheets with crimson glue bonding my shirt together with my indistinguishable skin.