Author's Note: As many of you know I became an uncle this Tuesday. She is a healthy baby girl and is a whopping 5 lbs. 12 oz. I noticed something while holding her that really inspired me to write this. I don't normally write anecdotes so this felt nice to write.
So last night I was visiting my sister in the hospital and I was holding my niece in a rocking chair while she was sucking on her pacifier. This happened like five or six times so I know it isn't coincidence. She would push the pacifier out of her mouth and when I would try to put it back in she wouldn't open her mouth. So after two or three minutes of increasing anger, she would begin to cry and flail her arms. When this happened I would have to push the pacifier back in, otherwise she would just get madder and madder. It's amazing how such a little thing can get so angry. I realized that even though she was only two days old she has emotions and feeling just like any adult. For her tiny size, she's also really strong. It always makes my day better when I get to see her, and it makes me sad when I don't. That's also where I want to be right now so I'm going to stop writing before I get angry.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Truman Show: Day 2
Leap of Faith-
Sometimes life just calls for us to throw caution to the wind and jump into the unknown. Holding on to what we know and what we believe. Even if you don't know anything, hold on to what you don't know, it's practically the same thing. At one point in our lives we will have to jump, and even if the unknown is the scariest thing known to man, it defines who we are and who we aren't. The idea of the leap of faith scares most people but emboldens other people to stay true to what they say and to who they are. It is part of seeking the Truth. Those who are willing to jump and embrace the idea that nothing is real and try to find what is real. Truman leaps when he first leaves the dome, and even if he doesn't know anything he hangs on to what he wants to know and what he knows is fake. Even if everything he knows is wrong, he just hangs on to what he believes and that is all that really matters. We will never know what happened to Truman because we will have to experience it ourselves to really understand what it is like.
The Truman Show: Day 1
Are we a pawn in some gigantic game? If so who's orchestrating it? Is it God, or a human?
I don't think that we are pawns in some gigantic game. There isn't a human that has the kind of power needed to control somebody's entire life. If it's God I don’t see why He would control our lives. There isn't any real reason to control us unless it's his idea of some sick and twisted game, and I don't believe that's true. Why are there homicidal maniacs if they're being controlled? Most people live their lives just doing as they're supposed to but that doesn't mean that they couldn't go kill somebody if they felt like it. Also, if our decisions are preordained, why do we feel indecision. Shouldn't we just choose what we are supposed to with no hesitation? Life seems to complicated and random for everything to be preordained. If this is all being planned how would somebody manage every single person, who died, who lived, who was born, what their name is, it just seems to much for one being to control. Then this raises the question whether or not that they decide the important decisions, like what wars are fought, and leaves the minor things like deaths and births to nature. This section of the movie left me very confused and made me want to see the end.
The Blue Vengeance Part 2: The Fortress
As the man ran away I chased him through the alleyways. I soon realized that we were really close to my apartment. The poor chap ran into a dead end, turned around and pulled out his gun. Most people are afraid of guns being pointed at them, but at this point I didn't feel even a twinge of fear. Don't ya just love adrenaline sometimes? I walked over with my knife and just began talking to him.
"You can't escape me." I slowly hissed out between my teeth, playing up my evilness.
"Why are you killing innocent cops?" He didn't show any fear as he said this, only something that looked and sounded like curiosity and disgust.
"No cop is innocent." Slid out of mouth like a slippery snake.
"What did they do to you that was bad enough to earn this vendetta?" The man slowly asked now, with eyes that were filled with curiosity.
"You will see." I said as hurled my knife straight at his chest.
Ducking towards the ground, his shots flew over my head as he collapsed to the ground. I ran over to him only to find that he was still conscious, still had a gun, and was very pissed off. The bullet flew out of the barrel and straight into my left arm. Feeling the lead bury itself into my flesh was the most painful thing that has ever happened, and I loved it. The pain seemed to clear my clouded head and I used a rag dipped in chloroform to knock out the man. My knife had embedded itself in his sternum. Not deep enough to kill, but he was bleeding a lot. Wait, I realized that some of the blood was mine and so I tore a strip off of my shirt and tied it around the wound to stem the bleeding. Shrugging the man over my shoulder I walked off to apartment, thankful that there wasn't anybody around.
Inside my apartment I confiscated his gun and then checked on my mom. She still wasn't looking very good so I wanted to get started on the chief. As I approached he began to stir. All to suddenly he was on his feet yelling into his radio. Jumping up and slicing through the radio cord I held a knife to his throat. The man then did what I least expected. He began smiling and said,
"The F.B.I. are on their way here right now" and he began laughing hysterically. At this point he had pissed me off so with one deft slice, I slashed his throat. He fell to the floor clutching his throat. It was my turn to laugh now. I only had a little time to prepare before the cops would be breaking down my door. Taking his gun I tied a string to the trigger on one end and I tied the other to the handle of the door. After that I taped the gun above the door so whoever opened the door would be shot in the head. The knives I needed were all over the house so I began looking around for all of them I could find. Finding six I tried to think of where to set up more traps, I set one up in my room. It was designed so that when somebody walks in it sets off the trip wire a knife swings from the ceiling and into their head. Finally, when that was done I went up towards my mom's room to wait for my friends to drop in. The fresh skin on her made her look so beautiful I thought, as a gun went off.
Shouts rang up the stairs and from my room as the F.B.I. shouted for paramedics. I walked out of my room and waited right outside my mom's room. A man started coming up the stairs and when he saw me he began shouting downstairs but he was cut off mid-sentence when I threw my knife at his face. He went down and I raced forward to grab his gun. More people started coming up the stairs and started shooting at me on sight. One bullet grazed my leg as I returned fire and brought down one agent and wounded another. Their increasing rate of fire forced me into my mom's room. Two men entered and I killed both but not before taking a bullet to the thigh. Crouching in the far corner of the room I waited with knives drawn waiting for the next person to enter. As I gazed up at the door, I saw my mom walk in. My heart leapt with joy and then the world disappeared.
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Blue Vengeance
Author's Note: I'm not quiet sure what inspired this story but I thought it would be cool to see into the mind of a killer. The main character in this story hates law enforcement officers because they killed his mom when he was young. This is complete fiction. I'm not some psychotic killer or anything.
Light explodes into the dim apartment as the door is kicked open by men in dark blue uniforms. As I was three I didn't understand what was going on so I started crying. The cruel men looked me in the eyes and continued in farther looking for my mother. Gunshots filled the air and were closely followed by screams. Tears filled my eyes as my mother's lifeless body fell to the ground, gun in hand. Here white dress was stained red with her blood. She looked at me and told me that she was sorry that she failed me as a mother. This was the start of my career.
Eternal satisfaction lies in revenge against the ones that have wronged. Seeing the fear in their eyes and hearing their muffled screams. Watching them try to escape is incredibly amusing. They think they thought of something brilliant, but when they fail the disappointment in their eyes is stunning. Most realize that the end is coming and see that it's futile to resist, but some fight to the very end. Those few people are the most fun. I enjoy making them fight and dance. They call me sick and psychotic but nobody but me knows the real truth. I'm the only normal person in this town. Everybody else is insane. As I slit their throats I always whisper "It's okay Mama you'll be better soon". She is so proud of me.
Cops are the essence of evil. They are always shooting innocent people and getting away with it. They always look so proud in their little uniforms. Until I come along of course. Blue uniforms turn red and smiles to screams. Nobody will ever catch me because I am smarter than all of them. They always become part of my collection eventually. This time is different though. There are lots of people to kill and now the F.B.I is involved because they have labeled me a serial killer. With more people I have more bodies, and with more bodies I have more skin to harvest from them and attach to my mom to help make her better.
One of my favorite hobbies is looking out the window and seeing people on the streets so frightened. They jump at any little noise and are extremely paranoid. I have seen seven moving trucks leaving this place since I started killing people. This little dog I have loves to chase people and when they walk by the alley near my house. Oh, the way they scream is wonderful! Many people won't even come near my house any more.
I have been watching the F.B.I. headquarters and know that the leader of the "team" is renting an apartment three blocks away. He always carries a gun with him so this could be interesting. Waiting by some homeless people around a can fire I waited until twilight. Homeless people are quite interesting. This guy walked by slowly and watched our every move. He continued on and I slipped behind him. Being a "serial killer" has advantages. Drawing a sharpened umbrella, I stab him in the kidney. Grabbing, his mouth muffle the scream and politely tell him "If you make a sound I cut your lips off". Struggling to get away he kicks my knee and begins to limp-run away.
Light explodes into the dim apartment as the door is kicked open by men in dark blue uniforms. As I was three I didn't understand what was going on so I started crying. The cruel men looked me in the eyes and continued in farther looking for my mother. Gunshots filled the air and were closely followed by screams. Tears filled my eyes as my mother's lifeless body fell to the ground, gun in hand. Here white dress was stained red with her blood. She looked at me and told me that she was sorry that she failed me as a mother. This was the start of my career.
Eternal satisfaction lies in revenge against the ones that have wronged. Seeing the fear in their eyes and hearing their muffled screams. Watching them try to escape is incredibly amusing. They think they thought of something brilliant, but when they fail the disappointment in their eyes is stunning. Most realize that the end is coming and see that it's futile to resist, but some fight to the very end. Those few people are the most fun. I enjoy making them fight and dance. They call me sick and psychotic but nobody but me knows the real truth. I'm the only normal person in this town. Everybody else is insane. As I slit their throats I always whisper "It's okay Mama you'll be better soon". She is so proud of me.
Cops are the essence of evil. They are always shooting innocent people and getting away with it. They always look so proud in their little uniforms. Until I come along of course. Blue uniforms turn red and smiles to screams. Nobody will ever catch me because I am smarter than all of them. They always become part of my collection eventually. This time is different though. There are lots of people to kill and now the F.B.I is involved because they have labeled me a serial killer. With more people I have more bodies, and with more bodies I have more skin to harvest from them and attach to my mom to help make her better.
One of my favorite hobbies is looking out the window and seeing people on the streets so frightened. They jump at any little noise and are extremely paranoid. I have seen seven moving trucks leaving this place since I started killing people. This little dog I have loves to chase people and when they walk by the alley near my house. Oh, the way they scream is wonderful! Many people won't even come near my house any more.
I have been watching the F.B.I. headquarters and know that the leader of the "team" is renting an apartment three blocks away. He always carries a gun with him so this could be interesting. Waiting by some homeless people around a can fire I waited until twilight. Homeless people are quite interesting. This guy walked by slowly and watched our every move. He continued on and I slipped behind him. Being a "serial killer" has advantages. Drawing a sharpened umbrella, I stab him in the kidney. Grabbing, his mouth muffle the scream and politely tell him "If you make a sound I cut your lips off". Struggling to get away he kicks my knee and begins to limp-run away.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Author's Note: I didn't name this piece because it doesn't need a name. This is designed to be whatever you think it is.
It seeps in like a living thing. Shadows wave without light and yet are visible. It slinks in, slowly waiting. Observing it's prey with constant intensity. Eternally waiting with ever decreasing patience. Living in the spotlight yet not seen by mortal eyes. Not dark but not light, but caught somewhere in between. Filled with nothing, and knowing everything. Killing is not it's job, though the aftermath of it is death. Slowly sinking in and filling your consciousness and destroying everything that was "real". Nothing is safe from it's prowling nature. Cracking your mind like a walnut it will ask the questions that most people live in fear of. People cower from these questions, and only a brave few ponder them. People think they know how the world works but they know nothing. The beast never receives and answer so it slinks away, joining the hunt again.
It seeps in like a living thing. Shadows wave without light and yet are visible. It slinks in, slowly waiting. Observing it's prey with constant intensity. Eternally waiting with ever decreasing patience. Living in the spotlight yet not seen by mortal eyes. Not dark but not light, but caught somewhere in between. Filled with nothing, and knowing everything. Killing is not it's job, though the aftermath of it is death. Slowly sinking in and filling your consciousness and destroying everything that was "real". Nothing is safe from it's prowling nature. Cracking your mind like a walnut it will ask the questions that most people live in fear of. People cower from these questions, and only a brave few ponder them. People think they know how the world works but they know nothing. The beast never receives and answer so it slinks away, joining the hunt again.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
War
Author's Note: This is my response to "A Perfect Day for Bananafish". I've been doing a lot of poems lately because I frankly don't think that my poetry is very good and so I've been trying to practice it. This piece is about how war changes people and you can never go back.
Bullets fly
Shells explode
Mouths open in screams
without
sound
Eyes fixed
only
Upon the charred
bloody, body
Knowing nobody will
grieve
over this
young person
No one
will ever
care
about the lives
changed by
war
At first always
eager to
fight
eager to
please
eager to
die
Always remembering
Eternally forgetting
As the bus rolls to
a stop
and my eyes
open.
Bullets fly
Shells explode
Mouths open in screams
without
sound
Eyes fixed
only
Upon the charred
bloody, body
Knowing nobody will
grieve
over this
young person
No one
will ever
care
about the lives
changed by
war
At first always
eager to
fight
eager to
please
eager to
die
Always remembering
Eternally forgetting
As the bus rolls to
a stop
and my eyes
open.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Last Spartan
Author's Note: This is a poem I did on a sculpture from the Art Museum. I really liked the piece and it inspired me. In the end of this poem the soldier is trying to find anything he can hold on to, so he can stay alive. He's fighting for his life. PLEASE leave comments because I'm more than happy to change it. This format is an experiment so let me know what you think.
Fighting for Life,
Fighting for Death,
Fighting for Greece,
Fighting for Sparta,
Grit and dust,
Sweat and tears,
Blood and spit,
Sword and shield,
Blood flowing,
Head pounding,
Heart beating,
Hands trembling,
Reaching,
Grabbing,
Stabbing,
Killing,
Falling,
Laying,
Bleeding,
Dying,
Reaching for a sword,
Reaching for a shield,
Reaching for a helmet,
Reaching for a hope,
Failing.
Fighting for Life,
Fighting for Death,
Fighting for Greece,
Fighting for Sparta,
Grit and dust,
Sweat and tears,
Blood and spit,
Sword and shield,
Blood flowing,
Head pounding,
Heart beating,
Hands trembling,
Reaching,
Grabbing,
Stabbing,
Killing,
Falling,
Laying,
Bleeding,
Dying,
Reaching for a sword,
Reaching for a shield,
Reaching for a helmet,
Reaching for a hope,
Failing.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Field
Author's Note: This wasn't my actual journal entry. This was just and awesome experience I had on the Sunday during Thanksgiving break. I know some people would hate this but it was so much fun I can't describe it. I was pheasant hunting with my dad, our friend Mr. Deltorto, and his two sons Nicholas and Max.
Tall grass sways in the breeze. The dog is sprinting back and forth, searching for a scent. Freezing he puts his nose in the grass and his tail in the air and waits. Slowly someone walks forward stepping all around. The frightened bird takes flight with wings beating frantically. A savage roar fills the air as lead shot is fired down the barrel towards the bird. The wild beast that is my gun kicks back while trying to break free of my grasp. Feathers erupt and the small bird falls to the ground lifeless. Congratulations fill the air as I flick the safety back on and pump out the used shell. I was stunned as everybody starts laughing as the dog searches for the dead body. Finally finding it and bringing it back the dog gets plenty of scratches as I put the bird in my sack. This situation would repeat many more times today while I brought down five different birds. In total the group got 15. It was my first bird hunt and it was so much fun, I can't wait for the next one!
Tall grass sways in the breeze. The dog is sprinting back and forth, searching for a scent. Freezing he puts his nose in the grass and his tail in the air and waits. Slowly someone walks forward stepping all around. The frightened bird takes flight with wings beating frantically. A savage roar fills the air as lead shot is fired down the barrel towards the bird. The wild beast that is my gun kicks back while trying to break free of my grasp. Feathers erupt and the small bird falls to the ground lifeless. Congratulations fill the air as I flick the safety back on and pump out the used shell. I was stunned as everybody starts laughing as the dog searches for the dead body. Finally finding it and bringing it back the dog gets plenty of scratches as I put the bird in my sack. This situation would repeat many more times today while I brought down five different birds. In total the group got 15. It was my first bird hunt and it was so much fun, I can't wait for the next one!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Posting
Sorry if I don't have any new posts for a while because I'm working on a really long story. It's called The Blue Vengeance. It's from the point of view of a serial killer. Hopefully it will be good, but I'm not sure.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Trees
Author's Note: I love trees and find them absolutely fascinating. This fascination inspired this poem. If you come across this fun word, Yggdrasil, it's a Norse myth and it's the tree of life. Basically all seven of the worlds the Norse believed in were branches on this tree.
Guardians of the forest,
Older than mankind,
Proud and strong,
Graceful boughs slanting upward,
Sighing in the wind,
The smell of life rises from it's roots,
Giving to all,
The embodiment of life,
Yggdrasil,
Power,
For it is the forest,
And the forest is life,
Nothing can destroy life,
Not the shaking of the ground,
Or the bolts of light,
Nor winds,
Brushing against it's trunk,
Roots holding back,
Demonkind,
From this good earth.
Guardians of the forest,
Older than mankind,
Proud and strong,
Graceful boughs slanting upward,
Sighing in the wind,
The smell of life rises from it's roots,
Giving to all,
The embodiment of life,
Yggdrasil,
Power,
For it is the forest,
And the forest is life,
Nothing can destroy life,
Not the shaking of the ground,
Or the bolts of light,
Nor winds,
Brushing against it's trunk,
Roots holding back,
Demonkind,
From this good earth.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Awesome Experience of The Turkeysickle
Author's Note: Since it's post Thanksgiving, I just remembered this experience that happened at our cabin. I wanted to include a picture but I couldn't find any on our computer.
During Thanksgiving two years ago my family and I were up at our cabin in Three Lakes. The day before Thanksgiving we set the turkey out to defrost. It sat out all day in some water while we just hung out. When we all went to bed to dream of the feast to come, my dad thought my mom put the turkey back in the fridge while my mom thought my dad put it away. It sat out all night. In the morning there it was just sitting in the sink. My family would do this. So rather than take the chance of eating rancid turkey my dad had to run up to the little grocery store to buy another one. Then while we were making all the food and the new turkey was baking. We realized we still had the old one. What to do with it? This was a challenging enigma for us because we didn't want to waste all that food.
My dad hatched the brilliant idea to drive a stake into the ground and set the turkey on to see if anything would come to eat it, because I think that is the same year Brad and I saw a bear, but that's a whole different can of worms. So looking out the kitchen window and seeing a big turkey on a stake sitting out in your yard is an interesting sight. We left it out there for a day while we ate until we thought we would explode, then slept those calories off. The next day the turkey hadn't been bothered but it was frozen solid. It even had a couple little icicles hanging off it. My dad was forced to throw it away but it still was a fun experience. To this day we still think it froze to fast for anything to pick up the scent. So basically the moral of this story is don't let your turkey go bad, and if it does, set out in you front or back yard on a stake.
During Thanksgiving two years ago my family and I were up at our cabin in Three Lakes. The day before Thanksgiving we set the turkey out to defrost. It sat out all day in some water while we just hung out. When we all went to bed to dream of the feast to come, my dad thought my mom put the turkey back in the fridge while my mom thought my dad put it away. It sat out all night. In the morning there it was just sitting in the sink. My family would do this. So rather than take the chance of eating rancid turkey my dad had to run up to the little grocery store to buy another one. Then while we were making all the food and the new turkey was baking. We realized we still had the old one. What to do with it? This was a challenging enigma for us because we didn't want to waste all that food.
My dad hatched the brilliant idea to drive a stake into the ground and set the turkey on to see if anything would come to eat it, because I think that is the same year Brad and I saw a bear, but that's a whole different can of worms. So looking out the kitchen window and seeing a big turkey on a stake sitting out in your yard is an interesting sight. We left it out there for a day while we ate until we thought we would explode, then slept those calories off. The next day the turkey hadn't been bothered but it was frozen solid. It even had a couple little icicles hanging off it. My dad was forced to throw it away but it still was a fun experience. To this day we still think it froze to fast for anything to pick up the scent. So basically the moral of this story is don't let your turkey go bad, and if it does, set out in you front or back yard on a stake.
Stone
Author's Note: This is how I view stone. Please comment. I would like to see people's responses to this.
A silent guardian of the mountain,
Set in stone,
A foundation of life
Impervious to man,
Impervious to death,
Impervious to corruption,
The heart of the mountain,
The soul of the world,
The spirit of man,
The eyes of Gaia
Truth.
A silent guardian of the mountain,
Set in stone,
A foundation of life
Impervious to man,
Impervious to death,
Impervious to corruption,
The heart of the mountain,
The soul of the world,
The spirit of man,
The eyes of Gaia
Truth.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Strength
Author's Note: This is my essay response to Animal Farm but this is my best essay this year so I want it on this blog too. Not sure where this came from as like all my other pieces. I should really find out who and what I am.
Strength is a common idea but the meaning goes deeper than most people's comprehension. The common facet of strength is physical power like having muscle and being able to lift heavy objects. Like a diamond, strength goes much deeper than the surface of physical capabilities and it is this inner strength that is cursed to fail humanity every time it is drawn upon.
Strength of the mind and heart fail when they are most needed. Power of the mind cannot be relied upon to grasp the fragile balance of what is good and what is bad. For example someone who is considered a bad person may think he is doing good and is only thought as bad by the majority of the people. Others may think of him as good. The mind creates it's own reality but it doesn't have the strength to continue when faced with Truth. Good and bad are only views of perception and Truth cannot be perceived incorrectly and so this shuts down the mind's filter thus driving humanity insane. Napolean the hog on Animal farm could not face the Truth that he made the farm worse than it was with the humans. His insanity manifested itself by making him more human than was natural. Walking on two legs and consuming alcohol was too much for the pigs to stay pigs.
The heart fails in pureness. Love cannot be absolute for the heart's curiosity is like the mind's. It wanders from place to place never staying in one place for long. You can tie it down with all sorts of promises and vows but they will not ring true for long. In the end nothing is eternal. We cannot use the power of our frail mind to force our heart to love, even though we delude ourselves into thinking we can. This is the way the heart fails our mind which fails our body and our spirit. Napolean didn't even try to hold his heart in one spot, except maybe on greed. This, in the beginning, is what made him smarter than the rest of the pigs.
Napolean's mind and heart are what failed him in George Orwell's Animal Farm. His heart turned away from love and was forced to fill that hole in his heart with the lusty greed for power. As this was slowly happening his mind was becoming addicted to the absolute control he had over the entire farm. Like how drugs mess with a person's mind the control and power are turning Napolean into a tyrant. Before this power he was just an ordinary pig but afterwards he was worse than the former master of the farm Mr. Jones. His strength of mind and heart destroyed him as they destroy all with absolute control.
Strength is a common idea but the meaning goes deeper than most people's comprehension. The common facet of strength is physical power like having muscle and being able to lift heavy objects. Like a diamond, strength goes much deeper than the surface of physical capabilities and it is this inner strength that is cursed to fail humanity every time it is drawn upon.
Strength of the mind and heart fail when they are most needed. Power of the mind cannot be relied upon to grasp the fragile balance of what is good and what is bad. For example someone who is considered a bad person may think he is doing good and is only thought as bad by the majority of the people. Others may think of him as good. The mind creates it's own reality but it doesn't have the strength to continue when faced with Truth. Good and bad are only views of perception and Truth cannot be perceived incorrectly and so this shuts down the mind's filter thus driving humanity insane. Napolean the hog on Animal farm could not face the Truth that he made the farm worse than it was with the humans. His insanity manifested itself by making him more human than was natural. Walking on two legs and consuming alcohol was too much for the pigs to stay pigs.
The heart fails in pureness. Love cannot be absolute for the heart's curiosity is like the mind's. It wanders from place to place never staying in one place for long. You can tie it down with all sorts of promises and vows but they will not ring true for long. In the end nothing is eternal. We cannot use the power of our frail mind to force our heart to love, even though we delude ourselves into thinking we can. This is the way the heart fails our mind which fails our body and our spirit. Napolean didn't even try to hold his heart in one spot, except maybe on greed. This, in the beginning, is what made him smarter than the rest of the pigs.
Napolean's mind and heart are what failed him in George Orwell's Animal Farm. His heart turned away from love and was forced to fill that hole in his heart with the lusty greed for power. As this was slowly happening his mind was becoming addicted to the absolute control he had over the entire farm. Like how drugs mess with a person's mind the control and power are turning Napolean into a tyrant. Before this power he was just an ordinary pig but afterwards he was worse than the former master of the farm Mr. Jones. His strength of mind and heart destroyed him as they destroy all with absolute control.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Shark: The Gateway to Death
Author's Note: At last another irony. It's been a while since I wrote and irony. This piece came from nowhere and everywhere. I am a mystery to myself.
Stuck in the water with no where to go. Treading water, and struggling to breathe. Death would be easier but I don't want to die. Slowly, gracefully a fin pierces the stillness of the water. It slowly circles around me, waiting for a chance to strike. Seeing an opening the beast of the deep sinks its teeth deep into my leg and I have to unleash a punch that sends it back. The water is now a deep red with my blood and the world is spinning. I fight the pain and the shark with my ebbing stength. The monsterous animal bites again and again. Finally I give up the losing battle and let myself be dragged into those beautiful, deadly teeth. My desperate struggle against the everlasting night is over as my gateway closes and bliss swallows the world.
Stuck in the water with no where to go. Treading water, and struggling to breathe. Death would be easier but I don't want to die. Slowly, gracefully a fin pierces the stillness of the water. It slowly circles around me, waiting for a chance to strike. Seeing an opening the beast of the deep sinks its teeth deep into my leg and I have to unleash a punch that sends it back. The water is now a deep red with my blood and the world is spinning. I fight the pain and the shark with my ebbing stength. The monsterous animal bites again and again. Finally I give up the losing battle and let myself be dragged into those beautiful, deadly teeth. My desperate struggle against the everlasting night is over as my gateway closes and bliss swallows the world.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Politics: You love them or you hate them
Author's Note: I know many of you don't pay attention to this stuff or that many of you might disagree with me but please comment anyway because I love to argue. It's one of my favorite talents.
~Thanks,
Derek
Many of you may have recently heard that the health care bill passed through the House. Now it only needs to pass through the Senate and Obama gets to sign it. Firstly, Barack Obama shouldn't even be president. Look at all the campaign promises he made. Where are they now? Gone from his mind that's where. It's been over a year and what did he achieve? Well he earned the Nobel Peace Prize for absolutely nothing. People say it's for what he will do. Yeah, and I'm Godzilla. Back to the more imposing issue of health care. If this reform passes the very heavy taxes would start right away but the actual health care plan wouldn't be engaged until 2014 and even when it starts we would get insanely long waits and horrible coverage! Doesn't this sound familiar? Hello Canada! We are going to end up just like them. Might as well give me a maple leaf and a hockey stick. No offense to any Canadians out there. Even if you don't have health care the government is now forcing it on you. Either theirs or your employers, who now if they have more than thirty employees, must provide health care. Because of that, about 14 states are suing the federal government for going against the Constitution and many more are well on the way. The Constitution talks about something called state commerce. This means only the state government can mandate something like that. 37 states. Doesn't that show support for the new bill!
The other topic I wanted to discuss is gun-control. Now the government is trying to regulate how many guns are sold. How is that any of their business? They're also trying to stop gun sales completely. That goes against the Bill of Rights. I don't know which amendment it is but one of them clearly states "the right to bear arms". Recently they forced ammunition manufacturers to make the wad in shot-gun shells disintegrate after a certain period of time. Why in the world would they do that? Maybe they don't want people stock piling ammunition for when a revolt comes. I could go on but I will spare you. I will write a sequel to this though. This is all evidence of what Democrats and liberals are trying pull under the noses of hard working americans.
~Thanks,
Derek
Many of you may have recently heard that the health care bill passed through the House. Now it only needs to pass through the Senate and Obama gets to sign it. Firstly, Barack Obama shouldn't even be president. Look at all the campaign promises he made. Where are they now? Gone from his mind that's where. It's been over a year and what did he achieve? Well he earned the Nobel Peace Prize for absolutely nothing. People say it's for what he will do. Yeah, and I'm Godzilla. Back to the more imposing issue of health care. If this reform passes the very heavy taxes would start right away but the actual health care plan wouldn't be engaged until 2014 and even when it starts we would get insanely long waits and horrible coverage! Doesn't this sound familiar? Hello Canada! We are going to end up just like them. Might as well give me a maple leaf and a hockey stick. No offense to any Canadians out there. Even if you don't have health care the government is now forcing it on you. Either theirs or your employers, who now if they have more than thirty employees, must provide health care. Because of that, about 14 states are suing the federal government for going against the Constitution and many more are well on the way. The Constitution talks about something called state commerce. This means only the state government can mandate something like that. 37 states. Doesn't that show support for the new bill!
The other topic I wanted to discuss is gun-control. Now the government is trying to regulate how many guns are sold. How is that any of their business? They're also trying to stop gun sales completely. That goes against the Bill of Rights. I don't know which amendment it is but one of them clearly states "the right to bear arms". Recently they forced ammunition manufacturers to make the wad in shot-gun shells disintegrate after a certain period of time. Why in the world would they do that? Maybe they don't want people stock piling ammunition for when a revolt comes. I could go on but I will spare you. I will write a sequel to this though. This is all evidence of what Democrats and liberals are trying pull under the noses of hard working americans.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Rain
Author's Note: This is just how I think of rain.
The tears of the gods,
Spilling towards earth,
Bringing strength,
Life,
Death,
Cleansing the earth,
Until the gods cry no more,
And the rain leaves the skies
The tears of the gods,
Spilling towards earth,
Bringing strength,
Life,
Death,
Cleansing the earth,
Until the gods cry no more,
And the rain leaves the skies
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Diamonds
Author's Note: This is just an experiment in poetry.
The whiteness of the earth,
The whiteness of the earth,
Trapped in crystalline beauty,
Reflecting the light,
Never going dark,
Conveying a message to all,
There will always be hope,
As long as I stand,
As long as there is a world,
Hope shall exist
Friday, February 12, 2010
Snake
Author's Note: This is what I think life would be like for a snake living in the desert.
I stick out my forked tongue, searching for a scent. There, a distant taste of short-tailed mouse and ugh, the vile stench of humans. I mentally prepare for a long and difficult journey before setting off ready to either find food or defend myself. The endless dunes of the ancient desert present no problem to me. I gently slip my aerodynamic head through the coarse grains of sand and enter the sub-terrainean highways of the my kind. Swiftly tightening my muscles I speed through the tunnel under hundreds of tons of sand and steadily gain on the mouse, and the humans. I hear a rumbling noise that almost sends me into a panic, but then I realize it's only my stomach. Silently I curse this infernal rumbling, it is going to give away me position! Finally after hours of traveling I erupt from the sand and instantly give chase to the terrified mouse. Speeding away from me it dives through a small grove of shrubs with me close behind and snapping at its tail. It breaks into the open but I stop, because a deep and visceral feeling warns me not to leave the safety of the shrub. I want to listen but the force of my hunger drives me on as a cautiously slither out of the shade. I instantly realize my mistake because I am looking at a large group of humans and they are not happy. One of the vile creatures tries to hit me with a club but I leap aside screeching and hissing. Before he can strike again I sink my fangs deep into his leg and the world goes dark.
I stick out my forked tongue, searching for a scent. There, a distant taste of short-tailed mouse and ugh, the vile stench of humans. I mentally prepare for a long and difficult journey before setting off ready to either find food or defend myself. The endless dunes of the ancient desert present no problem to me. I gently slip my aerodynamic head through the coarse grains of sand and enter the sub-terrainean highways of the my kind. Swiftly tightening my muscles I speed through the tunnel under hundreds of tons of sand and steadily gain on the mouse, and the humans. I hear a rumbling noise that almost sends me into a panic, but then I realize it's only my stomach. Silently I curse this infernal rumbling, it is going to give away me position! Finally after hours of traveling I erupt from the sand and instantly give chase to the terrified mouse. Speeding away from me it dives through a small grove of shrubs with me close behind and snapping at its tail. It breaks into the open but I stop, because a deep and visceral feeling warns me not to leave the safety of the shrub. I want to listen but the force of my hunger drives me on as a cautiously slither out of the shade. I instantly realize my mistake because I am looking at a large group of humans and they are not happy. One of the vile creatures tries to hit me with a club but I leap aside screeching and hissing. Before he can strike again I sink my fangs deep into his leg and the world goes dark.
Lightning
Author's Note: Not sure where this came from. I was a little depressed that day so I wrote an irony.
The dark storm rages against the town, hurling all of it's might on the people. Howling like a banshee, the wind whips through town sending the little children into their parents arms. Not a soul dares venture outside the fortresses that are their houses. A mighty roar shakes the ground, announcing that thunder is here. With a blinding flash of light that illuminates every single blade of grass, a bolt of lightning rips through the sky and strikes the tree on top of the hill that over looks the town. The tree ignites as every eye watches it. The burning of the tree is Mother Nature sending a warning "I am Mother Nature and I will destroy all who stand before me" and this message goes straight to the heart of every citizen in town.
The dark storm rages against the town, hurling all of it's might on the people. Howling like a banshee, the wind whips through town sending the little children into their parents arms. Not a soul dares venture outside the fortresses that are their houses. A mighty roar shakes the ground, announcing that thunder is here. With a blinding flash of light that illuminates every single blade of grass, a bolt of lightning rips through the sky and strikes the tree on top of the hill that over looks the town. The tree ignites as every eye watches it. The burning of the tree is Mother Nature sending a warning "I am Mother Nature and I will destroy all who stand before me" and this message goes straight to the heart of every citizen in town.
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