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The dry tears I cried

and the countless times I’ve tried

Now the secrets out

and the air stagnated with doubt

 

P◘r3ef#err!Ng ◘pr3ten6d%ing

 

“I hate you!

but…I hate me more”

When I said that to you

you could hear a pin drop

on the frozen floor

 

P^4r◘◘om*o◘6ting◘ pre#Ven3ti&nG◘◘97

 

To the jury I present my evidence

My happy life

and my unmotivated diligence

My silent strive

and my blood stained innocence

 

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Now tell me my friend

my family

my beloved

 

T◘h1@t is 0u*r ◘5◘d$ecep&ti◘4on

 

Do

you

hate

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the

same?

 

Sorry for the typo’s…Anyway…

With love,

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Blinded behind my eyes

The midnight, DESTRUCTIVE!

The sunny skies, DISRUPTIVE!

Your empty words, CORRUPTIVE!

 

My own views, MEANINGLESS!

My scattered thoughts, SO SENSELESS!

Your not the only one!

But I’m defenseless…

 

Boiling skin, MY INFERNO!

Glazed eyes, JUST LET GO!

Your not the only one!

Into my thoughts, CRAWLING INTO YOUR BURROW!

 

It’s only you, BLEEDING!

It’s just me, SCREAMING!

SO INFURIATING!

SO DISAPPOINTING!

 

Now sleep, and please…

 

 

..never

wake

up

again…

 

 

 

 

Caity is a spider

Meet my friend Caity

Caity is a spider that lives in my room

Caity loves guest, but they’re all scared of her

That’s because Caity is a spider

 

Caity is friendly and she tickles me a lot

But Barry does that too

Barry is a moth and Barry hates Caity

That’s because Caity is a spider.

 

Caity always cheers me up

But Darwin does that too,

Darwin is a mouse and Darwin doesn’t mind Caity

But Caity is a spider, so they’re not friends.

 

One time, Barry went to visit Caity

but Barry got stuck in her sticky web

Caity tried to get him loose

but Barry thought differently

Barry thought she wanted to hurt him

So he flew away and never came back

He says it’s because Caity is a spider.

 

Another time Darwin wanted to visit

But he also didn’t like her web

Darwin said he itched for days because of Caity’s web

Now Caity has a new web and she’s not mad

But Darwin prefers not to visit her again

He says it’s because Caity is a spider

 

But Caity doesn’t mind

and neither do I.

I like spiders, because Caity is always so nice

Caity bit me once,

but thats becuase her tummy was sore

when I went to visit her.

So I understood,

It’s not because Caity is a spider

Its becuase the world said she is…

 

The apple tree in my back yard

There is an apple tree in my back yard. I watched it grow, I planted it after all. Now its been years but finally, it blossomed. Now I watch it everyday through my bedroom window. I watch the flower petals fall as the wind drags it to places unknown. I watch as the bees, so beautiful, harass it everyday. The birds have made nests in its hair, one on each protruding branch. I watch in silence as the petals fall and drift away until there’s only one left. Now I can only hope I’ll be able to taste the apple from my own apple tree when spring ends. But the birds and bees need to eat as well, the wind must blow and life must continue. With or without the apple from my very own, my only apple tree.

Bryan does his best

Bryan does his best

his parents are proud

his friends are happy

the world is smiling at him

but it’s never enough for Bryan

 

Bryan does his best

his grades are up

his life is great!

Bryan is always full of cheer

but it’s never enough for Bryan

 

Bryan does his best

but still they say;

 

Bryan is being stupid

Bryan is being dumb

Bryan is a good guy

and he’s lots of fun!

It’s just never enough for Bryan

 

Bryan does his best

but Bryan doubts

Bryan cries

Bryan bleeds.

Because after all

Bryan is only human

but for Bryan, it’s just never enough…

 

 

 

Defeat

One little drop of brilliant sunshine

One small little cheer,

I collect them one by one

Hiding them away from view

for one day when I need it most.

All stacked neatly atop a shelf.

 

One raindrop for every tear

One glimmer for every sadness

then you come, to take away

all my little collections

 

I hand them out, one by one

for all of you…

You with your smiles,

and sparkling eyes.

I know you lie,

I know you don’t need them

but I’ve always got more…

 

You all, so greedy

so needy…

Their mine! Not yours!

My little flickering butterflies

My giggling bunnies

 

 

 

 

 

and now…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now I need them ,

but you took them all…

my shelves are empty

and your heart is full.

 

 

 

 

 

 

now when I need them…

Their gone…

 

 

Caffeine

You wake me up when I need to sleep,

Focus! Your words ring in my head.

One more and then another

o-one more and then another

just one more…

and then another…

 

Countless nights, I’ve frustrated the moon

with a emotionless bang or a melodic tune

but whats needs to be done

will be done, but only after

O-One more and then another.

 

You’ve become my best friend!

You cheer me up when I’m low,

you give me drive, to get up and go

without you I can’t survive

because without you,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…I’m alone…

 

The tale of Dasan

Gather round all those who want to hear a tale from long ago. a Short tale filled with mystery, bravery and sorrow…

 

You see this tale starts in the snowy mountains somewhere in north america, where winters grew ever more frightening as the snows began to fall and the rivers began to freeze over. The lived a small tribe of native people there and though their names are scratched from history the old legend still remains till this day. there was a man named Dasan. He was the only son of the widowed Nuka, the spirit guide of the tribe. They had lived on the far edges of the settlement and rarely intervened with the village for you see they had a dark secret.

 

Inside of Dasan lived two horrible beasts. these beasts became known as Wapi and Seke, the twin wolves. Their story can be found all throughout the world and as mostly known as Yin and Yang. They were born alongside the boy under a bloodied red moon in the late hours when the stars marked and dotted the skies like fireflies. Dasan had been kept secret from the village and he had sworn to his mother that he would never set foot inside. Trespassers came and went from time to time but Dasan was never found until…

 

One day while he was picking spiritual herbs from their garden for his coming of age he heard a strange sound coming from the riverbank. He had sworn to his mother that he would never seek out any trespassers and that he would remain a secret however, he had spent countless moments of his life only ever peering through the thick shrubbery at unwelcome wanderers and he had gotten lonely. He had never known anyone other than his mother and he barely remembered his father and so as any hormone crazed teenager with a disdain for boredom he went off to investigate.

 

On that faithful day, Dasan had seen the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her name was Chenoa and she was the famed daughter of the chieftain. She and some of her other maidens had decided that on that very day they would disobey the chieftains wishes and wandered off into the wilderness. Unknown to them, they had gotten lost and had no way to retrace their steps. Everything appeared the same for miles and their only rescue was the strong and proud river.

 

Dasan knew he couldn’t let this oppertunity go, He had never met anyone apart from his own mother and he had never seen another woman, let alone one as gorgeous as Chenoa. He noticed his heart wanting to tear from his chest and he was sweating arrows. This reminded him of the time his mother took him hunting for the first time when he had shot down his first deer in the mists of summer. He remembered his mothers words from that day: “don’t fear, fear my son, it is your weapon…your ally.”

 

He had already decided to walk up to the maidens and introduce himself and so he did. He kept his mothers words in his mind and saw only his goal. Chenoa noticed him walking towards them as did the others. Being the daughter of a chieftain they knew no one would dare touch her however Dasan was unaware of the customs. He swore he saw the maidens smile for a second before they turned towards Chenoa, asking her what to do next. I am no linguist but I imagine that their conversations where less than formal and immensely awkward the moment Dasan arrived. The maidens did not know where they were and so they trusted Dasan to lead them safely back to the village, they had no other choice.

 

Dasan had never been to the village but needless to say he didn’t mention that small detail for he wanted to be of help and at best, impress Chenoa with his heroic actions. At this time, the beasts inside of him where stirring out of control. They fed on his emotion and knew when he was weak, so at the moment that they met the wolves had their very first taste of lust. He had bravely led them away from the river along the path he always saw his mother disappear on when she had went to the village for much-needed supplies. He didn’t know this path however and soon he also found himself lost.

 

The legend says that they spent days living off of the forest floor, Dasan knew how to hunt, forage and cook so he could easily satiate the needs of the maidens. They knew he was lost but they had no other way of finding the village and as some accounts go, they even remained because Chenoa had stared to sleep ever closer to Dasan in the cold nights. Dasan definitely had strong feelings for the chieftains daughter but if she felt the same still remains a mystery till this very day. One night as the night grew colder than ever Chenoa had been seen laying with Dasan, staring at the stars. They had stayed up after all the other maidens where asleep in their own rugged shelter. That night you could hear the sounds of war drums and the smell of sweat had filled the forest canopy.

 

If she didn’t feel anything for Dasan before, she definitely did that night. The next morning they had set out again as days turned into weeks, they finally saw smoke in the early hours of the morning coming from the horizon. They had finally found the village but this had instilled no happiness in either Dasan or Chenoa, for you see the night that they had gotten lost was a wedding festival as she was to be wedded to the war masters eldest the next day. Chenoa had never spoken about this to Dasan before and as the maidens ran for towards the village many villagers came to see their return.

 

Dasan had never set foot inside the village before, and like moths to flame the villagers were attracted to him harboring suspicion and anger. “Who is this man” they cried out. “Did he kidnap the chieftains daughter?” someone yelled from among the crowd. The Chieftain hurried to the scene along with his War mater and the War masters eldest son. Dasan had finally figured it out, but it was too late when he saw this man embrace the one he learned to love. The beasts inside where rising up into his throat, and he had given the final victory to the Black wolf Seke. Rage had filled his heart when he hear that man call Chenoa his beloved wife and Dasan lost control of the beasts inside of him.

 

His flesh began to tear from his body as he turned into a vile great wolf. The creature he had become had fur darker than the night sky and eyes engulfed in flames. He had charged the war masters son and in a bloody fit ripped open the chest of the man. After the black beast Seke had a taste for blood he couldn’t stop. He began to devour everyone he saw as the warriors all tried and failed to kill Dasan, now Seke. In his stupor He didn’t realize that he had killed everyone in the village and when he came to, he stared into the lifeless eyes of Chenoa, the only person he had ever loved. He killed her! He killed everyone!

 

That day, Dasan was no more, and Seke was born anew. They say you can still hear Seke cry in the lonely hours of the night for his love Chenoa before his hunt. He will never be forgiven and some say the gods cursed him to walk the earth untill another could learn to love him, Seke the beast, for the man Dasan was no more. His mother never saw him again and some say that she prayed to the gods for weeks going without food or drink and eventually died of starvation and cold.

 

This was a sad tale, but a tale I think we can all learn from. We all have our own two beasts inside of us, and who you feed the most, the one you give the most attention to will always win. Dasan never got to know Wapi, what of you fellow reader? Will you find Wapi, or give in to Seke like Dasan did?

 

Thank you for your time

~Blacksheep

 

 

 

 

Utopia

To realize your future, you must forget your past…

 

What is a perfect future? What makes a utopia? a Synonym for utopia is “heaven” now I want you to take a moment to think about that. a Utopia is an imagined place where everything is bliss, perfect in every way. Imagine a world with no wars, no disease or no pollution. Imagine that you have finally found your utopia.

You see, I have found my utopia, how you may ask? I have found it through many harsh trials and devastating mistakes but I eventually reached it. I am by no means a profit here to show you my utopia, I am simply here telling you this because I want you to find yours. Now im no fool, I know this isn’t utopia, this isn’t heaven or near paradise. I know there are still things like cancer killing millions, 163 people out of every 100 000 per year to be precise and I know of  the climbing suicide rate in our youth. There is so much this world is missing, still so much evil.

 

However, I found my utopia through people like Josh Worley, a 14-year-old teenager who founded his own radio station to help other unemployed youngsters gain enough experience and knowledge about the world to help them when they leave school.

Or Sarah Phillips, a 17-year-old whose mother tragically died of cervical cancer and after posting a video to Youtube where in she sang Paolo Nutini’s “autumn”, she helped raise over $560000 for research into cervical cancer. These like many more inspired me to find my utopia, my perfect world and it’s thanks to them that I have.

 

It pains me to know that I will never be able to physically see my utopia but I’ve found it, in the next generation, in our youth and I know that they all carry the same vision of a perfect world in their hearts. So lets stop imagining a utopia and let’s be inspired by these teenagers and help them help us create our own perfect world. Lets forget about our past, about all the wars and racism and so many other plights and lets look forward through the eyes of our children. Lets pave a way for them to reach Utopia.