A Walk on the Beach


As we walk
As we talk
Hand in hand
Lover's frolicking in the sand

Such a wonderful way to begin
What a tragedy that it will so abruptly end
They do not know it yet
Maybe that is for the best

Joy must always precede sorrow
This is the way of all the world
Never become too comfortable
Who can say when the mountain will tumble

This is the last time they will see the others face
Their was so much love in their sweet embrace
You make a mistake when you mourn for her
Did you forgot that tragedy builds character?

Cinder Ella


Once upon a time, long long ago
There was a girl that I used to know
As pretty as a starry summer night
Eyes sparkling blue-green with their own light
Her hair as dark as death
Forked tongue, with poison on her breath
Such sweet words she would speak
Yet no matter what she said, we couldn't help but weep
So beautiful were her thoughts most intimate
Yet sweet was never her favorite sentiment

Oh, but what a horrible atrocity
That one so magnificent could harbor such animosity
It never took more than one seductive gaze
To rob a man of happiness for the rest of his days
And if you let her get inside your head
You would never be the same, or so they said
Legend says she was doomed to be untouchable
Perhaps because she was just simply too unlovable

Cutting You Loose


Never speak again
How can you say that you were my friend?
To drive a spear through a heart
No, please don't start

I look down from my cross
Your cause is lost
Forsaken and forgotten, left to die
How many tears for you have I cried

This time it's gone too far
You've set out to open old scars
I never knew why you wounded me back then
I'd be lieing if I said I hadn't expected this again

I Want


I want all the knowledge of the world
I want the love of one particular girl
I want everything I could never have
I wish for just one more chance to laugh

I want answers to the questions that I ask
I want to mend this broken glass
I want to get by satisfactorily
I want to be, for one moment, truly happy

Merry Christmas

Why Me?


I know hell, in all it's agonizing glory
I see sinners scoffing at laws made for ignoring
I've come a long way to throw myself into the fire
I've told so much truth, even though I will always be a liar

I put my soul on the line
I never panicked as I was running out of time
There will be no vengeance from me
Guilt is a punishment only too fitting

Traversing through lands darker than dark
Hearing evil things making their mark
After all these days and everything left in between
Why do I still ask myself, Why Me?


The Sound of a Tear Falling


The sound of tears falling
Cloaked by the rain's calling
The sorrow traveling down your cheek
With each sob you grow weak

How long until you regain control?
The loneliness is always so cold
You could never ask for help
You play the hand you've been dealt

Before the storm recedes
Before the wounds cease to bleed
You've resolved to save yourself
Even though you're already in hell


A Body Count


How many have to die
Before blood covers the midnight sky
Why must thousands be lost
For one dictators cause

All throughout our tragic history
Evil has hid behind false benevolency
Always the same, always too late
It is to no avail, we've created our own hell

In the ambitions of a select few
Domination, power, and death will brew
We have no one to blame but ourselves
The consequences of our ignorance will soon be felt

Change


I wish I could change who I am
You asked where I would begin
I would make myself just a little more content
Bringing happiness wherever I went

I would give meaning to my emptiness
I would pretend as if I had never sinned
I could imagine I had never lost a thing
As if I still had my wings

Such pointless idiocy it would be
Inadvertently realizing the futility
The pain has made me who I am
I wouldn't change a thing

You Always Know

You always know when the one you love would hurt you
When their insecurities would cause them to desert you
It's nothing that you see, rather something that you sense
Like watching helplessly from the other side of the fence.

To whom do I sing for sorrow?
Shall I forgive this on the morrow?
As I did stand idly by
Across the distance I still felt that knife

No, the details are not yet clear
I still have the truth to fear
Would you pelt me with blatant lies?
Or evoke sympathy with the false tears you cry

You pretend to shoulder the blame
You say you made a simple mistake
The decision was yours all the same
It was you and only you, never me darling and certainly not fate.

christmas and comments

Hey guys, prechristmas update time! On christmas eve ill be leaving my readers a special present. So be sure to check back!

Oh and comments... please feel free to speak your mind, they're open to the public and I appreciate any and all input.

Happy holidays.

Update Time!

Alright so I just moved back across the country and didn't make an update before doing so.  Sooo....  The first book in the war journal series is done and the first revisions are nearly complete.  I've already submitted a query to a literary agency, hopefully they pick me up and we can sell the book.  Taking a short break after revisions to regroup and i'll be starting the second book after the holidays.

If/When I am picked up, this website will eventually be moved to a more professional one, but these are all things best left to the future.

So here's to hoping 2011 is an amazing year for all of us.

War Journal: The Resistance

War Journal: The Resistance is the first book of the War Journal series.  The story takes place sometime in the next few years and begins with a single act of courage by a former Marine.  The ramifications are far greater than anyone could have imagined and our protaganist is thrust into a role that he isn't so sure he is capable of performing.  His story chronicles the early days of the war and the pivotal role he plays in establishing The Resistance.


Here's the intro:

May 23rd, that's the day our world ended. Over a hundred million people consumed by fire and metal in a single afternoon. Prayers were answered with bullets and courage rewarded with death.

It seems like a century has passed since the war began, still no one fully believes things are going to one day be better. The hardships have become a way of life. Constantly on the run, always hiding. What happened to that paradise we had hoped our children would grow up in? May 23rd, was the day God abandoned America.

I believe it was Santayana who said, "Those who do not remember their past are condemned to repeat their mistakes”. And so the historians urge us to tell our stories. These professors think that by chronicling our accounts of the war, that we will somehow instill hope in the generations to come. I have witnessed more deaths than any man can comprehend, taken enough lives to ensure my place in hell. I am responsible for more deaths from both sides than any man would dare to claim. In their naivety, these historians believe that my accounts of the conflict may have the power to shape the outcome of this war in our favor.

My name is Connor Jeffries. This is my account of the darkest days in our country's history and how the Resistance began.

First Post

Hi,

There isn't much going on here right now, but as we go along i'll be adding more content.  Everything should be in full swing by early 2011.  I hope to be finished with the first novel in my series by spring.  If anyone knows a good literary agent let me know.

-Cory