eNgLiSh AsSiGnMeNt

And a mother held her kid,
Partially covered, hid.
And said,
To a stranger, to him,
Speak to me,
Tell me of the children.

He spoke back,
In a voice
Ever so beautiful and rich...
Children,
They are the world of tomorrow.
They are their own person,
They are their own creation.
Not of you.

They are individuals,
and no matter what you try to teach and preach,
What,
and who they are is their choice,
In the end.

Show them the way,
But do not force them along it.
Allow them to see the world,
Do not hide the ugly parts either.
Love and care,
And do not worry too much.

Adn so the stranger stopped.
With a faint smile...He spoke once more.
"The children are not yours,
But the world's..."

What are you afraid of?

Sinking
Alone
Vainity
Error

Mediocore
End

Fate
Regret
Opression
Maliciousness

Taunts
Hapless
Eclipse

Wicked
Obituaries
Rancor
Death
Sins

eScApE

She escaped.
Slowly she thought out her plan,
Spinning it around in her head
Like a weaver does to their thread.
Making sure that its perfect,
With no dirt,
Nor lumps...No problems.
The perfect thread.
The perfect plan.

Warmonger

go to a warring place
a land scarred and destroyed

try to smile whne you see death.
brutalized faces,
silent tears, voicing a terrible pain.

watch the children
carrying guns,
staring straight, not seeing
with aged eyes, beyond their years.

try not to flinch
when gunfire rips apart the building beside you...
try not to cover your ears
to drown out the anguished screams...
try not to close your eyes,
to the vivid images of death, lying before you...
try not to scream
when the images, sounds, experiences
all visit you tonight in your dreams.

see all of this
hear all of this
play witness to all of this
and then tell me
that you still believe in the good of war.

My beautiful, broken angel

there you lie
my beautiful broken angel

your fall from grace
was a long one
with a fatal ending

your wings are
crushed beneath you
but then,
not even they could have saved you
for they had already been clipped
and mangled beyond repair

but yet,
you stood tall
bearing your pain for the world to see...
they turned you away

and now you lie
there
cold and alone
my beautiful broken angel

[un] Happy

smile for me
I want to see...
that happiness spread.
wipe away those
silken tears,
throw away all
your petty fears.
understand that you
are loved.
smile, for just a little while.
step down,
step away,
from the rope that's already begun to fray.
you are loved
and needed

for me

call my name
say it outloud
I want to hear you scream
it
say it once,
and I'll know that I exist,
say it twice,
and I'll know that I'm real,
scream for me,
and I'll know
just how much you truly need me.
get on your knees,
beg.
swear that you'll change
and I'll know just how much
you love me.

(N)...everlasting

cut red roses
scattered everywhere
nowhere is there not
a blood red blossom.

they signify the happy things
in life
but yet,
as a cut flower will lose
its beauty,
wilt and die...

so will the happy things
all will come to an
end
all will lose their beauty
wilt
and vanish.

until all that is left
is a memory
that will become lost,
become a forgotten treasure
in the depths
of our minds.

"Sailors delight..."

sun's great mirth,
being swallowed by darkness,
to become lost,
in the sadistically quiet night,
to become ever so
beautifully alone.

its blood smeared across the horizon,
slowly,
agonizingly,
it dips lower...

the blood faded
its fate too,
to be devoured by black.

from red,
to deep blue.
tiny sprinklings of light,
stars
emerge to lament
the suns magnificent end.

Question Marks

What do you call something that will last forever?
What do you tell the one you love when you are at a loss for words?
How can you love someone more than you care for your own life?
Why do you feel sympathy for someone who has caused you nothing but aggravation?
Why do we push away those who try to help?
What is it, as human beings, that keeps us from telling the truth?
Why do we judge people before we know them?