Journals
Tuesday,Oct 25 2005, 05:10:38 AMA Riddle
Rising into the air
The spirits comming
Out of the cave
After a fire burned
On the sacred pyre
By a magic tool
Between metal
And rock striking
Out rays of light.
The vocies the cave
Makes are as low
As the breath of
A sleeping day,
The air passing
Through the cave's mouth.
The aroma from
The cave carried with the
Spirits can keep
You low or can
Keep you high
In spirit yourself.
Tuesday,Oct 25 2005, 05:05:36 AMWhat Is In His Mind?
What could that boy
Be so serious about?
Is he wondering if his
Crush likes him or not?
Is he wondering if the
Girl to his left likes him
Or wondering if he could
Like her or not?
Is he wondering if he
Could use a homework pass?
Or is he just plain tired?
Is he thinking about what
To write for his freewrite?
Or is he worried about
What he said to someone?
Or is he worried about
If the Korean bullies
Would beat him up afterschool?
What could he be serious
About to have a tired
Face today?
He is nervous, he is shaking
In the knees, what could
He be serious about?
Tuesday,Oct 25 2005, 04:59:28 AMRestricted
A persuit of happyness?
Yeah right or how right
Is that statement?
I laugh at that
Statement from the inside
And from the outside.
This is because when
There are those restricting
Your choice and your dreams,
You are really not free
To choose what you desire
o do, what you want
To become in your life.
These restrictionf maybe
From society, from
Parents, from friends,
Or other people in
Your life that you have
Lived with and out
Of those, the worst
Of all is the restriction
From your parents.
"If you talk about that
One more time, you
Will be punished," or
"Get out of the house,"
Or "You will be no longer
Our child if you mention
That again," are such
Things they would say...
Tuesday,Oct 25 2005, 04:53:12 AMWithout The Other
Good cannot exist without evil
Nor could evil exist without good.
Date does not exist without love
Nor can love bloom without hate.
You cannot have friends without enemies
Nor there can be enemies without friends.
One cannot exist without the other.
A friend for you, a foe to me
Or the other way around for all eternity.
Tuesday,Oct 25 2005, 04:49:52 AMBye
It was a long climb out of
The soil. The sudden light
Blinded my eyes. I turned
Arround to see a person left
Behind, a dark shaddow standing
There with his hair floating
In the air like ghostly fingers.
A while later I saw his eyes.
They were green as the cave mosses
Where cool water drips from.
I continued through the hole,
Into the light waving back
At the dark shaddow wondering
If I could ever see him again.