Just a doodle I did a while ago in someone's sketch book...I probably should get that back huh?

Ghost in the Night

Hunger swept through like a ghost in the night. Slowly, but fatally through the village. The people become skeletons and walk as dead through the streets. Scrounging about, searching for survival. Survival is no where to be found. Nothing goes into the mouths of the young and they become old, weak, and frail; about to fall apart. Once baby-faced children with lives to live are now sickening frames. Rigid and unable to hold onto life. Without a source of life, how can they go on?

Feeling better

Not many posts lately as I have been sick, but I'm feeling a lot better so hopefully I can post more. I haven't really been inspired to write much new stuff lately so this is all things I already wrote. Please let me know what you think, all constructive criticism will be taken in with open arms!

Inspiring Words of The Day

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is courage to continue that counts." -Winston Churchill

The Past or Future?

No one can relive the past.
We can only live today.
And then the days that follow.
Holding onto the past;
Unwanted memories, like a rock,
tied loosely to your ankle
And the waves are watching you drown.

You could untie the rock: free yourself,
But the rock is familiar.
Despite the pain, it gives you comfort.
The choice is to drown in comfort with your past
Or free yourself and live your life to its fullest potential.
To be of the past or the present and the future.
I wonder how many will drown
Before we all untie these knots.



"Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose." -Samuel Johnson

Secondary World: The Imagination

Pictures flash through my mind of a life I have never lived. All the things I've hoped for, feared, and loved appear before me. I accomplish goals and live life; a new and different life from my own. Whose it is, I do not know. It isn't until my feet hit the cold floor, that reality finally hits me, like a car crash in front of my face, just barely missing me. It's then I realize that my imagination has, once again, taken me for a wild ride. Every night I live a life, one secondary to the one I have now. It is so real and vivid; how is it only my imagination?

Our Blindness

We are so blind and completely ignorant to life.
Days go by and we never truly see.
Our eyes are covered by another's hand.
Or maybe we choose not to see on our own.
Intentionally turning out heads, as to not see the horrific truth.
It's not all our fault, no.
The media and other people cover our eyes.
It's like rain, so blinding,
But we still can see parts of the picture.
So why don't we choose to see;
Chose to acknowledge the truth.
We are so afraid of the truth,
That we back ourselves into a corner;
A corner of self-seclusion.
We stare at the wall,
Never to see the truth.


"Liberty is telling people what they do not want to hear." -George Orwell

Moment of Peace

The sun warmed sand parts beneath my feet as I kick it up. The breeze takes my sand and blows it away. I close my eyes, immersing myself in delight of this warm summer day. My body is warm, but cool at the same time; I am in my own world.

With my eyes closed, just hearing the ocean makes me feel a part of it. As my hair whips around my face I see many colors, black, blue, orange, and red, like life flashing before my eyes. And then, after only a moments peace, a shrieking laughter brings me, yet again, to reality.

Listen

Voices.
They fill my head;
They fill yours too.
So loud.
So soft.
Some are screaming for help,
Screaming so loud you cannot hear.
You can still hear the other voices,
But you can't hear the ones that are so loud:
So deafening.
You don't listen;
You really just don't listen!
Listen now:
They need you.
The old ones,
The young ones,
The ones unborn.
So many voices are crying for help.
Things need to change.
They need to get better,
But no one is listening.
Nothing changes.
Nothing gets better.
Will you listen?

Fire of Passion

This passion, this love, grows stronger and wells up inside. Like a fire, becoming completely out of control. No one can stop it. Nothing; not even hatred, persecution, war, hunger, or disease can stop it. This fire burns freely. We want it to burn freely...forever. Never stopping, never slowing down. Just growing; bigger, brighter, and more passionate. If there is anger in our hearts-it becomes love. If there is fear-it becomes love. If there is a burning passion-it is love.


"The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color-oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples..." -The Luxe by Anna Godbersen

A First Kiss

In that instant,
The special moment,
So many things happen.
It's something so different;
His lips gently touching mine.
For that moment,
A second for eternity,
The whole world stops
Just for me.
I'm on a cloud
In this wonderful
And perfect moment.
Then it stops,
But actually keeps on going.
Even though it's over;
The world goes on,
As if it didn't notice.
But I'll remember it:
For the rest of my life.

A Child's Ignorance

 Those deep brown, innocent eyes stare into mine; knowing so little, but being so happy. She is better off than most of the world. She knows no pain or fear, no hurt of any significance; just the love her parents have shown her. That love, the bliss she finds playing in cool water, and the occasional, terrible occurance of having to take a nap is the world she knows.
    The excellence of ignorance. She knows nothing of what her future holds for her. In her mind there is probably an extremely handsome prince with a white steed and a glorious castle in the future. No images of war, poverty, or famine destruct her mind; just the wonderful life ahead of her. As I sit there, I try to imagine that innocence. I try to take it as my own, but then I realize it won't come. I will never get it back again.

Submitted to NextStepU Shout Out Writing Contest