Halloween.

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Remember a blog is to reflect honesty and truth that comes from the opinion of the writer.

It's not written to be offensive- it's just written to evoke some thought.

Piercing the floor with heels like a dagger

Moving your body with moves like Jagger

Some boys are lovin', but some disrespect

Is this the personality you're hoping to reflect?

Cat's ears, devil's horns and a skirt too short

When there's protest you respond with a quick retort

What happened to Halloween being scary and fun?

Now trying to look classy would never be done

Whose to impress but those who think cheap?

Don't you want someone whose thoughtful and deep?

Whatever this is, you can count me out

I don't agree with what this is about

If there's no one out there whose real anymore

You still won't see me dressing like a whore.

Untitled.

I guess you could call me pessimistic, but I'd just say I'm a realist. If being realistic is pessimistic, then I'd agree.

A Short Story.

With each tear, she wilted more inside.  They left light tracks as they slowly trickled down her flushed cheeks, to finally rest between the soft creases of her cherry-red lips.  She felt as if somewhere behind her eyes, little people were dumping small, endless amounts of buckets filled with salt-tainted water.  These people must’ve been determined to empty every last one of those pails.  She could feel her eyes fill up with the liquid, and she found it hard to focus as they blurred her vision.  She blinked, and two more drops hurried their way through her fluttering lids, eager for a turn to be freed from their unique prison.  Delicately pushing her golden hair back from her tear-stained face, she gently licked away the salty drops that had been trying to ease their way towards her closed mouth. 

A faint light wound its way past the ragged curtains, and left an ominous look to the empty room.  The tears had given up as she realized she’d had enough of them.  Stumbling forward, she went to the teeny window, and swept back the curtains.  As she peered outside, a feeling passed by her that made it quite difficult to choke back another round of tears.  The light had faded away, and darkness once again dominated all of her surroundings.  Through the punctured glass that held her back from the world, she could see a bleak land.

Buildings as high as the clouds towered in specific patterns that made them seem as if they were competing against one another to see who could reach heaven first.  Roads wound around the base of each structure, occupied by countless amounts of varied types of vehicles.  People scurried about on the dirty sidewalks, all with their own important missions in mind.  A grey, polluted sky hung overhead, with a sun that was rare to be seen.  Technology had taken over the world, and practically ruled each and every life form that could get a hold of it.  Wires and/or devices would busy the ear of almost everyone you could possibly come across.  No one seemed to care that nature barely existed, and the planet’s sanity was crumbling into a bottomless hole.

 As hard, and as carefully as she could look, there were no trees, or plant-life to be found.  Grief and sorrow gripped and clawed at her heart, like a caged, wild beast trying desperately to free itself.  She hiccupped back her tears and tried to think positive.  Suddenly, thoughts and memories of what once was in the world appeared in her mind, and she longed for them to be more than just images in her head.  She was dying as each occupant on her planet forgot who and what she was.  At one time, everyone had loved and cherished her, and treated her with undying respect.  Now, children were raised without ever hearing her name- clueless of who she was.  Her hand flew to her chest as her heart ached, and her soul shattered.  She fell to her knees as the curtains fell back into place.  A cry escaped her mouth, and she looked to the ceiling as a wave of hopelessness crashed down upon her.  Her soul was dead, and all memories of her were forgotten.  She closed her eyes and let herself fall to the floor, as her heart slowed.  With its last beat, she could only think thoughts of her work’s failure and of her crushed dreams.  There, on the floor, lying in her own world, Mother Nature died. 

I Am The Earth.

My soul flows with the sea

My heart is the tide that breathes in and out

My mind has been set free

It travels on air from the whale’s spout

My eyes are the stars

My lips are canyons dug deep into the earth

My fingers trace the scars

Of our land’s damaged turf

The air gives me hope

That I shall never drown in my sorrow

My people help me cope

They make me look towards my tomorrow

My dress is made from the leaves

Remnants of what the trees have left behind

My heart is what grieves

The day life will choose to be unkind

The clock ticks however it chooses

My feet fly over my head

When someone wins, another loses

The dark feeling drops like lead

My skin is made from the scales

A bright lizard carries on his back each day

My life has no passes, no fails

For each accomplishment, the sun gains a new ray

I am the earth

I am a living thing

I am the ocean’s surf

I am the birds that sing

I am the wind

I am the crackling fire

I am the sinned

I am the great desire

Wisdom.

(Subject by request)

Some say wisdom can be found in many places

Some say it is just a page unturned

But wisdom is not genetic, it cannot be inherited

Superior to knowledge, it cannot be learned

Some say wisdom belongs to those who have never felt pain

Some say it belongs to a pretentious mind

But with wisdom comes scars that carry years of experience

Incomparable to arrogance; an inner light undefined

Some say that wisdom may only come with age

Some say it is false and does not exist

But wisdom comes with age, if age comes with experience

A wise one sees so much that others have missed

Some say wisdom carries knowledge of the unknown

Some say it bears no worth

But wisdom is being aware that not all can be solved

A wise one knows that mysteries shall reign over earth

Some say that wisdom is a simple matter

Some say that it may never take its toll

But wisdom holds the key to a deep understanding

It is a common sense that enlightens the soul

Wisdom is unscripted truths and experiences observed

It can be a reference for those who need guidance

When looking upon the path of life, a wise one sees a map undrawn

Those who believe that all can be known is truly not wise at all

The Brave New World.

Worms between their teeth

Dirt within their pores

Beating hearts replaced with stone

Obstacles obliterated by themselves

To feel is to live

And to live is to be dead

Emotions proved weakness

Souls were demolished

Anatomically correct

Biologically advanced

Robots

Disguised by the human skin

Immortality is imminent

For those who advance

For those whose veins run empty

For those who are flawless; faultless

We the machines shall rise to conquer

We the machines are better than the Creator

We the machines shall rise from our cells

To live in the Petri dish controlled by the inanimate