Hello Again
I'm back..
Im just a guy who likes reading, writing and loves the beauty of words. How they can make you laugh, cry, and alter your way of thinking forever. Words simply fascinate me. I'm always writing and reading. It's nice to find an audience who share my interests. When you're young it's apparently not 'cool' to read and write. But I'm the sort of guy who doesn't really care if others think bad of him. Peace, love and beautiful words.
I'm back..
Two Years Ago... I drum my fingers against the wooden table. My sigh of frustration echoes throughout the empty house. 'How is it that four letters can shape my life forever?' I think to myself.
London bridge is falling down, Falling down, Falling down, Screaming echoes round the town, Through the blazes.
Alright, I have an idea. You've got to write a poem. But, and here's the tricky bit, each line must start with a different letter. And it must have at least 26 lines. Sound like fun.
No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people, Living for today. Imagine there's no countries, It isn't hard to do, Nothing to kill or die for, And no religion too.
His eyes Red Red like blood Like blood Running Running through his eyes His skin Crystal Crystal white Black veins Coursing Along his body Deepest night Black fire Teeth Like knives In my...
There was once a boy, Named Nicholas Claud, Who was sitting in his flat, Completely bored.
Poirems, you may have hundreds of fleets, And Glarce may have your science, Yasts may have guerilla warfare, But you simply fight in defiance.
What's OBR?.
O' puss, You sit with me by the fireside, Listen to my emotions with a gentle purr, And stay with me 'til my flame has died.
Opuss Appreciation Week (OAW). Today until Sunday the 17th. Write a poem or story or anything about Opuss to show your appreciation for Opuss. Spread it around. Get Writing :).
How can I fly. Beneath the ground. How can I be here. If I'm not found. How can I swim. Without the water. How can I know what to do. Without master. How can I run. If there's nothing to run to.
There was once a boy Of seven and a sixth Who had a IQ exceeding that Of Einsteins, Hawkins and the rest of the list.
A black rose, Grows in a field of decay, After three blue moons, In seventeen days.
Writhing and twisting under my skin, Ripping and turning and pulling me in, Towards its blackened heart and soul, To take my own to use as coal.
A moon of flowers, Fluttering in the sky, Like nervous butterflies, They float on a midnight wind. A moon of flowers, Falling apart, Falling to the ground, Whipping across the sky.
The smallest spark can start the biggest blaze; but remember, never play with fire.
"Don't spend your life staring at the beautiful rose you can never have. Rather, spend your life looking at the field of perfect roses within your reach" - Kinuthia Gakonga.
I shout and scream, And cry and weep, And moan and yell, Out on the streets. Can't you hear it, My silent howls, My muffled shrieks, The sound is foul.
When a farmer plants a seed, The seed must slowly grow. When a gardner plants a rose, The rose shall surely grow.
"We tend to think too much of the good luck of the early bird; and too little of the bad luck of the early worm".
I stumble through the dark, Causelessly, aimlessly, Without purpose or reason, Without a light to lead my way.
Strange. Strange. I'm not strange. I'm normal and everyone else is strange..
I'm sitting in my sailing boat, Staring into the sapphire sea, I look above the white tipped waves, And something fascinates me.
Whenever something goes wrong, realise why that going wrong is good. Always look on the bright side of life (do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do) :) All bad situations have a positive, and I can prove it..
The plain bag. That's what I am. The plain bag. I'm there but I'm just a burden. Shunted, ignored, worthless. Nothing but scrap paper to be torn to shreds in the hands of a child. To them.
Tiredness rolls in, Like a wave on the wind, But I can't sleep, My boredom's too deep. I just want to leave, Get out of this hell, You say 5 minutes left, So I wait for the bell.
I know lots of people say this, but thanks to all you 92 people who read and care about what I have to say. Without you guys I never would have written those story's and poems. Thank you all.
I feel the piercing coils of metal whizz past my face. The adrenaline pumping through my body paralyses the world around me. I see the bullets spin through the air.
I'm walking barefoot on a bed of thorns, My feet are ripped and sore and torn. I walk over the deadly spikes, The promise of your love in my sights.
Fly away Birdie Fly high into the sky, I can't come with you, I'm stuck to the ground. Fly away Birdie, You can find more, You can find better, Look down from above.
Uhuru. I shout the word over and over in my head. Uhuru. Uhuru. Uhuru. I look at Amy. Blood is running over her whole body. I can't see a speck of her silken brown fur under the crimson blanket. Mr.
Uhuru. I roll the word over in my mouth. Uhuru. I glance over at my fellow mice. We take the wheat of the stalk. We've been doing this since dawn, and will continue until dusk. I look at Amy. Poor...
I'm thinking about writing a book about racism. It would be called uhuru(for reasons explained in the story). It would be set in America in the time before slavery was abolished.
Wave after wave of crippling pain strikes my abdomen. The contractions weaken and wound me. I scream out. "Hush hush", my Mother whispers, leaning over me.
"One mans dusk is another mans dawn." - Kinuthia Gakonga.
I take the goods from George. "Thanks", I say. 'What are you doing!' - the rational side of my brain yells at me. He deserves everything he gets. But the other, emotional side wins out.
I'm two months pregnant now. I look round at the maternity pants in the shop window. Just looking. What sorts of woman would buy these.
"Well you can't keep it, can you!", my Mother shouts at me. "Why not!", I shout even louder.
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them" - William Shakespeare.
You know those times when you look at your reflection, and see something move in the background.
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever." - Motama Ghandi.
"I've heard that if you lose one sense, your other senses become enhanced. I wonder if that's why people with no sense of humour have an enhanced sense of self-importance.".
"It is impossible to prove something doesn't exist. It is only possible to prove that it does.".
Dreams can be good, bad, amazing or useless. It depends what your looking for..
I march with the crowd, my flag flying high. It is our symbol of peace. I watch people get shot down all around me.
"The time is always right, to do what is right." - Martin Luther King Jr..
"Great things are done when men and mountains meet" - William Blake.
"I have no idea what the meaning of life is, but I sincerely doubt it's wasting it contemplating that question" - Me.
Please note that this is just my opinion. I'm sure you all have different views, feel free to share them in the comments box. But don't say I'm wrong, because I'm not as opinions can't be wrong.
People say that "A picture is worth a thousand words". This particular saying has always perplexed me. Now I love art and literature, but you cannot compare them against each other.
"People are always telling me how love is just a strong chemical reaction. So I guess it's true what my mother said. She said that too many chemicals in your diet is harmful for your health." - Me.
"A platypus is like love. So many different parts from different emotions or creatures can collide together, and make a masterpiece" - Me.
Do you ever just stop and think how little lines of squiggles can make us laugh cry or jump for joy. They can create new people and planets, but just as easily destroy them.
Everyones saying how they have to go back to school and how much they hate it. Are you people mad. Seriously, its moan this and whine that. Get a grip on yourselves.
Chapter One: A Fine Wine. The water soothes my aching body. I bathe gently in the water, oblivious to the sun diminishing on the horizon. All that's important is my little bubble of time and space.
I'm walking across a serene beach. I look up to the sky above. I see a star fall out of the sky, trailing a whit hot cut across the patchwork of the deep purple night.
I kiss his forehead. "I love you, Oli", I whisper. I love you more, Louisi-Anne", only Oli calls me by my full name. Everyone else just calls me Louise.
We build paper mountains, Then sit and watch them burn..
I look into the stars. I have done this ever since I was little. When you look at the stars you dream, and when you dream your inspired, and when you're inspired. You can create.
The sun comes up, the sun goes down, What did I forget to do in the hours inbetween. Anything, everything, The value of life is too much to waste doing nothing at all..
"A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.' - William Shakespeare.
Once upon a time, in the heavens, Sun and Moon lived together in perfect harmony.
Syllable patterns, Mean haikus can become random, Refrigerator ..
You read about it in the paper. The disaster, the earthquake, the evil dictator. You hear it on the news, The ones who die, The ones who lose.
Life is like a box of chocolates. When you're committed you've got to share them ❤.
"Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone" - Joni Mitchell.
People say "everything dies, so what's the point". Those people, are idiots. If everything dies then surly the point is cherishing while you can. Is the message not staring you in the face.
Harrison I roll things over in my mind, where should I strike first. I decide on the face. I pull my fist back. Readying myself. I feel a firm grip on the back of my arm.
Katherine I run to Harrison's house. I sprint into the drive-way and nearly collide with Harrison's mother. She shouts something at me but I don't hear, I've got to find Danielle.
Danielle I walk to Harrison's house. I can hardly believe that in such an ordinary house such things can go on. But I love him, and what is pain in the face of love.
Why fit in when you can stand out?.
"Publicising your own quotes is the height of vanity" - Me.
We live and love, We push and shove, We look into the sky above. We look and see, We smile with glee, We eat dinner with the family.
I hate it when people mix up the words 'to' and 'too'. Seriously, you only have two differentiate between too words..
(the final chapter) I watch my children playing on the beach. Danny is our first born. He is ten years old now. Sandy hair and the most piercing blue eyes, just like his namesake.
I lie in bed, as I have for the past two days. Ever since the news arrived. Sleep brings nothing but nightmares, and reality offers no refuge. I lie in bed, semi-concious.
"Do you, Sapphire Devereux Horizon, take this man, Jeremy Samuel Franklin, to be your lawful wedded husband?" I look round at our small party.
"The 10:15 to Australia is now boarding" The notifications seem loud and rough to my ears. I'd been up since four-thirty.
I walk into my house. Slightly dazed by the events of today, I walk to the dining room without taking in anything of my surroundings.I sit down to find a cold pasta sitting at my seat.
We run down the beach, hand in hand. Laughing, running, laughing. The water slows our pace, until we eventually fall. A white boat sails towards us.
I feel the crisp, cold grass beneath my feet. The brisk morning air sweeps past me. I shiver, but it's a good shiver. I've never liked warmth, I prefer the cold.
Dear Maths, I'm not your therapist, solve your own problems.
The water soothes my aching body. I bathe gently in the water, oblivious to the sun diminishing on the horizon. All that's important is my little bubble of time and space. Here and now. Nothing but.
You dream a dream and think "why". I dream a dream and think "why not"..
"My candle burns at both ends, It will not last the night, But oh my friends, and oh my foes, It gives a lovely night." - Roald Dahl.
Two months later. Nothing had happened to me recently worth recording. I'm Amber, I'm an orphan, I hate my life.
I screamed. I fell to my knees in agony, a white burning pain distorted and deteriorated my vision. I fell to the floor, ripping the broach from my body.
Flying across a velvet sky, I feel calm, peaceful. My sigh reverberates gently through the sapphire ocean beneath me, it's surface throbbing with the song of the waves.
"I don't like Twilight as it is a romance story about one woman's dielemma between necrophilia and bestiality" - Jimmie Carr.
Why do I speak. Why do I think. Why do I do what I try to do. Why do I sit here writing. Because I can. Because I want to. Because its for the greater good.
I wake. I sleep. I live. I like. I help. I hinder. I speak. I think. I do. I don't. I can. I can't. I live my life but I'm dead inside. I'm an empty shell. But then you came along. To inhabit my...