I look out into the constellations
There, a myriad of heroes fabricated to provide hope
Disillusion provided by the souls of fake martyrs
I watch the birth of a star
Beautiful in its innocence
The guiding light for us to follow
But we had our own agenda
An immigration of darkness choked the light
Leaking black oil with its lies
The mire of innocence set free by The Apple
And it was Sin that opened our eyes
Millennia passed, crowns turned to ash
The problem remained the
As i sit here and look out the window, I see the outside world, with which i feel disconnected. I am a spectator to these busy students and teachers. As I watch people below scurry to their next class, I wonder what life is all about. Is their an ultimate goal to it all? What is the purpose of being here besides 'living'? Sometimes I find myself thinking about life in general and I ask myself, Why is it so hard? Why is it so hard to live?... Today's society is so harsh, war and crime are everywh
As James held the gun to his temple, he began to shake violently. Sweat rolled down his face and a tear began to form in his eye. As he closed his eyes to pull the trigger his life began to rewind itself. These are the tales of a ordinary man pushed to his limits.
James had a great family who always supported him through thick and thin. James and his father had a very close relationship and James always knew he could go to him for anything. Over the past few years James had gone
So, before I get into this writing I would like to explain my inspiration and such. I got the idea from a song called Listen To The Rain by Evanescense. I love it. So, everyone gets different feelings when they listen to the rain; ranging from depression to sleepiness and happiness to dancing. It's just a personal kind of thing. In this writing, I will try and show you how the rain affects me in an indirect way. This will be down similar to my previous writing, 'The Shadow'. I hope you enjoy, Th
Earlier today, I was sitting outside in the heat and just gazed down at the ground. I noticed how dead all of the grass is around me and it really reminded me of a lot of things that I go through.
As the heat raises and the rain stays gone, the grass is dieing and turning brown. I look at all of this brown earth around me and it reminds me of the human aspect of a very similiar situation. Without our necessary needs, we all die inside. Slowly, but surely when we a
Due to popular demand... here is the sequal to The Shadow. Enjoy!
The Shadow: Nightmare
Previously: I hold my eyes shut and try to push the intruder as far away as I can. The darkness is all around me, I am stuck in its grasp. Forever, I am held by it. Forever I am in fear of the dark figure.
As the silence fell, I hid my head under the cover hoping to quickly fall asleep. Eventually, I fell asleep and drifted into another world; The dream world.
Home to my personal sorrows, the Shadows send shivers up my spine. There is just something about the darkness that unsettles my nerves. As I sit here in the dark with nothing but a computer screen as a light, I wonder what lurks beyond this window that is unseen. Sometimes, I think I see a dark figure standing just out of the lights reach, waiting for something... something that I cannot comprehend. It stands there in a dead stare at something, could it be me? Often times, I grab a flashlight an