December 2011
2 posts
There is a place where a quiet creek flows under a red bridge. The grass there takes shelter from the dirt paths and rebels in wild growth, a good place for an afternoon nap. The only thing softer than the bed of grass is the pedals of the cherry blossoms, floating town to brush your face. The cicadas hum in the distance while small birds chirp down at the crickets chirping back. As your mind...
I haven’t been here in a long time. This mixture of words and phrases seems too alien to me. I only feel my body striking out naturally. One cannot stare deep into space without feeling engulfed eventually in limitless size. Size the infinite. There is no biggest object because something bigger will always be found. There is no smallest object because something smaller will always be found....
June 2011
2 posts
If a hero is too true, his son shall surely be evil. For he will be consumed in the shadow of his father.
Time is the cruelest maiden of them all. She sits in her frozen chair casting more and more of herself into you. “More,” you cry, and she delivers. You fill yourself with time, and in turn you fill the time she gives you.
No more. She will say eventually.
And when you go to cry for more.
It will be too late.
July 2010
1 post
5 tags
Future Space: Ascension of Humanity (Chapter Two)
By Kevin Gibson
[This is a novel that will only be available on tumblr.com]
Chapter Two
“Captain Sparkus, request for military search. For who my dear captain?”
“For one Commander Marin C. Cador.” Andrew responded with pride.
“I don’t understand Captain. In your report her hull was reduced to zero and all signals and communications were...
May 2010
2 posts
8 tags
Drunk
Darkness binding
and fate untwining
sadness bellows
a song confining
Worlds of wishes
and prayers unheard
legend beckons
the unwilling herd
Can you hear it
calling your ilk?
don’t ignore it
soft as silk
Sweat beads
the innocent plead
drink mead
and forget
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Thank you for nothing...
Disgusting the way you think you know
How I work and what I can control
You don’t even watch or give a chance
To let me talk or dance the dance
Hand it off to someone else
Right when my hopes are high
Tears well up in my insides
And fury rages, but I make no cry
I’ll simply leave, before it worsens
The urge to thrash and whine
Thanks for wasting all my time
And spending my last nickel...
April 2010
6 posts
4 tags
Wasted Tea and Wine
Well, I wrote this for a polish girl who I was interested in at the time. Turned out she was rude/inconsiderate and frankly a snobby bitch.
My only regret is that this poem was wasted on her.
Tea and wine; She wets both cups, I try to balance them. Swimming, it’s brighter at night and the wind’s current on your neck ripples your skin, except where her hand calms.
An uneasiness of trials only...
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Poem for a Lost Friend
For an artist I follow, whom I once knew, but screwed everything up with because of my lack of self-confidence.
Well, here we are in the same room I have my writings and you, your pictures I can show you with my words You can tell me with your camera
You stand in one corner, and I in the other Although on the same wall I watch you work, influence of another And I’m barely a shadow
I...
5 tags
Future Space: Ascension of Humanity (Chapter One)
By Kevin Gibson
[This is a novel that will only be available on tumblr.com]
Chapter One
“Commander Marin C. Cador reporting!” Marin saluted upon entering the bridge but refused to break her stride. “Status.”
“Commander we are being waylaid by several frigates equipped with warp scramblers. Shields are at 80% and falling. Some sort of new ammunition, I’ve never...
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Do you have the mettle to meddle a medal out of metal?
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Poem for Tonight
Itching. Sleep is not a friend. It is a destination across many fields
Waves crash on shores Electronics humming behind them. You’re somewhere lost in that loop a void you desperately try to escape.
You think to yourself should I turn? But you decide not to for fear you might scare off slumber.
Wood creeks in the night Teeth grind through the walls among other things and you try to...
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Poem for Today
Walking down a path of grey Head rose to the sky A deep breath and The troubles disappear
A moment later They return And drag my head To the bottom
Endlessly twirling Up and down In a world of life With none to live
It is not what it wants it to be But what it is Being for goodness? Or despair
March 2010
2 posts
4 tags
Science Fiction Project
Well it’s official, I’ve started a Sci-Fi.
After a long conversation with my cousins about the complications of space travel. (With Mass Effect 2 in the background) I’ve become enveloped in the joys of Science Fiction. (I also started playing EVE for a bit)
Before you think to yourself Oh great, I thought I would shed a little light on what I’m doing to break the...
3 tags
The Carpenter
I’ve been working on fine tuning more of the chapters I already have complete. In the middle of the dynamics of character coarse too. Heres a little abstract short story I wrote for todays class. Not sure what’s going on here but I like the feel of the narrator.
Once, there was a carpenter who liked to go off into the woods on his horse. He would ride out into the middle of nowhere and...
November 2009
4 posts
At Ease!
General inspecting a trooper. General has a french accent.
General: Soldier! Stand At Attention!
Soldier straightens up and salutes
General: Good, good. You have a nice stature.
General lets out a small moan.
Soldier: Pardon me sir?
General: Ahh Never mind! Never mind!
General circles the soldier many times and then stops. He then begins to circle the soldier the other way.
Soldier: Pardon...
See En Eff
Not long ago a man sat in his favorite room, in his favorite leather chair. He sat there and he stared. He stared at his computer monitor and his television. He stared at his replica sword and his calendar on the wall. He stared at many things with his head in his hands.
Soon he stopped staring at things and looked down in his lap. His hands were moving, his fingers were dancing. The keyboard was...
The Game of Hunting
Hunting is a confusing sport, but something ancestral about it seems to call men out to the wild constantly.
The rocks and lush of the land scrape at your legs and arms as you traverse the hunting grounds, looking for that one perfect spot to setup. Without all that rough terrain, hunting would be an exhilarating sport from the get go. As soon as you pull to the side of the road, shotgun in hand,...
Welcome to Robo Scotia 3450!
We’re glad that you’ve chosen to teleport via GoPort, the worlds lowest ping teleport pad manufacturer. Your chip has been credited five dinner tokens, four lunch tokens and fifteen drink tokens. We hope you’ll enjoy your stay.
Robo Scotia was once populated by humans many years ago according to recent discoveries. That was before the rise of the crustean horde. It was 2682 when...
April 2009
1 post
DJ Mac & AA Interview
For the past couple years a buzz has been growing at the top of Hess village. If you happen to be strolling around on a friday night and decide to step into Che burrito lounge you’ll be pleasantly bombarded with beats from two of Hamilton’s finest DJs. After dropping into these, “No Standard Nights,” a couple times, I decided to get ahold of DJ MAC & AA and try to...
March 2009
4 posts
Interview with Masaki Kawano
Masaki Kawano is a 22 year old professional poker play who was raised on the east Hamilton mountain. For the past couple months he’s been attempting to successfully win big and make a living off of poker while chronicling it all on his website. (tooyoungtogamble.com) I wanted to find out how he was doing.
KG: What was life like growing up in east Hamilton?
MK: I gotta say, I didn’t...
I Love Thee (Not?)
Please turn and walk away I love you please don’t go I beg you sir please do not stay If you leave I’ll fill with woe Do not look back and shut the door I love you it’s so simple They all told me you are a whore When I see you I make dimples Get out get out why are you still here I love you please dont leave me Go see your friends and drink your beer Your all the things that...
CraveEBooks.com: Erotic Short Story →
This is the piece of rough work that I wrote up and submitted to CraveEBooks.com. They wanted only 400 words so I submitted 397 words of this short story. I’ll include the entire story for you (the readers). Please be warned that this piece of literature is an erotic short-story and is only to be viewed by a mature audience. P.S. Yes they DID ask for an erotic short story.
The Story Can Be...
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Writing a life by Kevin Gibson
With Hamilton’s economy rapidly falling and jobs more rare then diamonds, I have decided that I’m going to dedicate my life to writing. When I was young I had a faint dream of being a writer, but was never focused enough to follow my dream. I was the boy who skipped class every so often to chase after women or to pursue my addictive hobbies. Life to me...