Thursday, September 12, 2013
What do you stand for?
What do you stand for?
This is the daily grind
time we don't want to find
so full it will destroy your mind
The pencil is blind
white paper all lined
with tape we are kind
Said destruction self inflicted
the masses they are addicted
average minds oh so afflicted
With yellow lines they are restricted
creative mind is to be evicted
this story's end is just as predicted
with a slow and steady pace
we run a never ending race
identity by numbers not by face
these finger prints to easy to trace
this heart shaped hole an empty space
giant guns in hand they lace
going as far as the end of time
skew the surface cover up a crime
charge us a dollar for every dime
Our bread contains the grime
DNA dipped in radioactive slime
the only real numbers are prime
to begin again is to lie
to fall in line is not to try
to keep on fighting is to die
Give me liberty or give me death
no better words have used such breath
only a man whose words have never slept
This is an Original poem by TheHMelton 2013
http://wydk1997.blogspot.com/
This is the daily grind
time we don't want to find
so full it will destroy your mind
The pencil is blind
white paper all lined
with tape we are kind
Said destruction self inflicted
the masses they are addicted
average minds oh so afflicted
With yellow lines they are restricted
creative mind is to be evicted
this story's end is just as predicted
with a slow and steady pace
we run a never ending race
identity by numbers not by face
these finger prints to easy to trace
this heart shaped hole an empty space
giant guns in hand they lace
going as far as the end of time
skew the surface cover up a crime
charge us a dollar for every dime
Our bread contains the grime
DNA dipped in radioactive slime
the only real numbers are prime
to begin again is to lie
to fall in line is not to try
to keep on fighting is to die
Give me liberty or give me death
no better words have used such breath
only a man whose words have never slept
This is an Original poem by TheHMelton 2013
http://wydk1997.blogspot.com/
What is it when you have a chance to be apart of something so great yet, you will never truly be a part because it's to late your to old you have no chance of truly be accepted and thought of as one of those kids; Those wonderful people who have a chance to do so much and be so many things I wish I wasn't so old, I had hoped it would never be to late but if the very best I can get out of a legacy is a flash of happiness and a glimmer of hope that, someday I could be a part of something truly a part then it's worth the waiting, the worrying and, the dreams that won't come true right now in fact it's worth anything in the world to me.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
To Stella and Harry with unconditional love I said I would never give. Your my whole world, I want nothing more than to love you and be with you always.
I hear a sound of little tiny feet
although said foot is not yet set
these decisions I've yet to regret
the clock tics forward unrelenting in speed
the people grow furious driven with need
slumber turns men into fools and women into slaves
want and need become one when everyone craves
lovely and pure unrelenting affection
feeling is given in lethal injection
terror and hysteria, misguided and misunderstood
in a world always failure, never thought that you could
this dust on your shoes yearns to be thrown
speak so little your voice is no more than a moan
dry and cracked lips kiss your forehead to slumber
your mother is old so she starts to look younger
water becomes no better than sand
all of this time so much unplanned
but wait I see tiny toes that seem to float away
with youthful wings you won't want to stay
I feel little hands so soft guide me through
so strong and sweet no question he knows what to do
I hear the sound of little tiny feet
and with her smile, my heart gave another beat.
although said foot is not yet set
these decisions I've yet to regret
the clock tics forward unrelenting in speed
the people grow furious driven with need
slumber turns men into fools and women into slaves
want and need become one when everyone craves
lovely and pure unrelenting affection
feeling is given in lethal injection
terror and hysteria, misguided and misunderstood
in a world always failure, never thought that you could
this dust on your shoes yearns to be thrown
speak so little your voice is no more than a moan
dry and cracked lips kiss your forehead to slumber
your mother is old so she starts to look younger
water becomes no better than sand
all of this time so much unplanned
but wait I see tiny toes that seem to float away
with youthful wings you won't want to stay
I feel little hands so soft guide me through
so strong and sweet no question he knows what to do
I hear the sound of little tiny feet
and with her smile, my heart gave another beat.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Margret's Tail Chapter 2
DEBBIE!
What a very strange name for a girl at the time, it was as if her name was an omen for she was the nastiest, rudest, meanest, and cruelest girl that attended Margret's school. Unfortunately she was only especially cruel to Margret, Debbie pulled her hair, cut her hair, and once she had even put a mouse in it; Yes little Margret stood no chance when it came to Debbie, on top of the fact that Debbie's father owned most of the town, Debbie's mother was her teacher, Yea poor little Margret didn't stand a chance.
"WEAK LITTLE MARGRET" Debbie roared like a bear, "Hi Debbie, am I in your seat?" answered Margret.
"No but your a nasty little devil child SO you have to move anyway!"
Margret growled and go up to leave, but Debbie grabbed her collar to her shirt and threw her backwards, while Margret picked herself up[ she saw Debbie pick up her drawing for her friend and rip it in half; Margret's eyes filled with tears, "Why...Why would you do that, I am sorry I am a devil child, but that didn't mean you had to rip my drawing" Little Margret picked up the ripped pieces and cried as Debbie danced around her with a group of friends singing, "Little Margret with the devil's eyes and hair, Don't look Don't look for she will kill you with her stare!"
Margret's eyes turned from green to black and she threw her hands up, This caused the bantering to stop but Debbie made a very bad mistake; "SHUT UP YOU FREAK!" Margret shouted in strange tongues, the room turned black and Debbie's body began to quiver and convulse, "What are you doing to me?" Debbie shouted, sadly her screams wouldn't save her. Debbie's hair began to fall out all on the floor and as the children screamed Margret's words became louder, "Divulge her true self let them see, how her heart is just as black as the night, how the moon will dance with glee when her true self is in our sight!"
Debbie's arms began to brake and twist while her hair turned from blonde to gray, with a blood curdling scream Debbie's body withered away as if she aged to a hundred in thirty seconds; Then with a poof a cloud of dust lay on the ground, the room turned back and Margret fell to the floor and went to sleep.
Margret smelled smoke, she opened her eyes and began to scream "Help HELP ME PLEASE"
The crowed cheered as she scream, Margret looked and saw the whole town cheer as she was being burned alive; Her own mother stand there looking at her with tears in her eyes. Margret begged for help till the pain was to much and she passed out.
She was awakened by a light when she got up she looked around and saw the forest she ran way to, but she sat down and began to cry because she just knew she was dead and this was her afterlife; A soft small thing rubbed against her arm she looked and saw it was a kitten all black with a strange green collar. She held it close and it began to purr, Margret named the kitten Ethel and decided to find a house dead or not she didn't want to be cold.
What a very strange name for a girl at the time, it was as if her name was an omen for she was the nastiest, rudest, meanest, and cruelest girl that attended Margret's school. Unfortunately she was only especially cruel to Margret, Debbie pulled her hair, cut her hair, and once she had even put a mouse in it; Yes little Margret stood no chance when it came to Debbie, on top of the fact that Debbie's father owned most of the town, Debbie's mother was her teacher, Yea poor little Margret didn't stand a chance.
"WEAK LITTLE MARGRET" Debbie roared like a bear, "Hi Debbie, am I in your seat?" answered Margret.
"No but your a nasty little devil child SO you have to move anyway!"
Margret growled and go up to leave, but Debbie grabbed her collar to her shirt and threw her backwards, while Margret picked herself up[ she saw Debbie pick up her drawing for her friend and rip it in half; Margret's eyes filled with tears, "Why...Why would you do that, I am sorry I am a devil child, but that didn't mean you had to rip my drawing" Little Margret picked up the ripped pieces and cried as Debbie danced around her with a group of friends singing, "Little Margret with the devil's eyes and hair, Don't look Don't look for she will kill you with her stare!"
Margret's eyes turned from green to black and she threw her hands up, This caused the bantering to stop but Debbie made a very bad mistake; "SHUT UP YOU FREAK!" Margret shouted in strange tongues, the room turned black and Debbie's body began to quiver and convulse, "What are you doing to me?" Debbie shouted, sadly her screams wouldn't save her. Debbie's hair began to fall out all on the floor and as the children screamed Margret's words became louder, "Divulge her true self let them see, how her heart is just as black as the night, how the moon will dance with glee when her true self is in our sight!"
Debbie's arms began to brake and twist while her hair turned from blonde to gray, with a blood curdling scream Debbie's body withered away as if she aged to a hundred in thirty seconds; Then with a poof a cloud of dust lay on the ground, the room turned back and Margret fell to the floor and went to sleep.
Margret smelled smoke, she opened her eyes and began to scream "Help HELP ME PLEASE"
The crowed cheered as she scream, Margret looked and saw the whole town cheer as she was being burned alive; Her own mother stand there looking at her with tears in her eyes. Margret begged for help till the pain was to much and she passed out.
She was awakened by a light when she got up she looked around and saw the forest she ran way to, but she sat down and began to cry because she just knew she was dead and this was her afterlife; A soft small thing rubbed against her arm she looked and saw it was a kitten all black with a strange green collar. She held it close and it began to purr, Margret named the kitten Ethel and decided to find a house dead or not she didn't want to be cold.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Margret's Tail Chapter 1
I could feel her breaths upon the window sill and even though my existence was unknown to her, she could feel a presence something or someone who would show her the blood that stains her hands her wicked thoughts and unholy treasons; Oh how the tables turn when the dark a mere change in reflection can cause so much strife.
My soft and undetected steps make her shake, my whispering movements give her the chills; And yet she has not yet cried for help nor has she started to wail in terror but Oh how fast the tables turn when your being HUNTED!
Do you remember those tales of witches and wizards, those magical beings who cause civilizations to fall and monsters to perish; I have heard of them I have seen the result of their never-ending trouble, mischief and misfortune, but you know this is all so funny to me because these all powerful beings would be nothing without their familiar. Does it not make you double over in pain from the huge waves of laughter that overcome you, when you see a witch shribble and scream for mercy when we threaten such an insuccnificent animal; Even more funny as insuccnificent as a cat. Yes she is nothing without her familiar, Aww I believe this is a good place to start; It was a while back but I think this story may be one you will remember for ages to come.
We must of course tell you about Margret.L.Bishop the L stands for Lisa, Margret was a very peculiar little girl born with a scar over her left palm, her mother always told her it was the scar given to her by god and his good grace to let her live. Little Margret was a strange little girl and in being strange she had no friends most people in town said the scar was the mark of the devil and anyone who spoke to her or even looked at her was sure to be dammed, and so little Margret did not play with children nor did she cry from the names and rocks thrown her way; She merely went to the forest every day after school and since her mother was not usually home at night she stayed there and didn't return home for days at a time. An advantage to being so strange was that little Margret had little reason to talk, and in turn she often found herself surrounded by the many unknown creatures in the forest; More often than not she would have a crow or two perching on her shoulder and a black snake neatly piled in her lap, these creatures were the beings she called friends.
It was the year 1688 and it was definitely a year to remember, It was summertime and the day seemed normal it started out with nothing off, it seemed even the grass was bored due to this uneventful day. Little Margret was in her class room drawing a picture of the snake that laid in her lap; With even and confident strokes she drew a beautiful snake that slithered on every edge of the parchment and it seemed that her snake had eyes that glistened like diamonds. Unfortunately happiness for Margret was a rarity and so it was expected trouble would come from it.
I would love to know if you think I should keep writing I was thinking I could turn this into a book So please leave a comment if you read it...This of course is original so don't steal. :)
My soft and undetected steps make her shake, my whispering movements give her the chills; And yet she has not yet cried for help nor has she started to wail in terror but Oh how fast the tables turn when your being HUNTED!
Do you remember those tales of witches and wizards, those magical beings who cause civilizations to fall and monsters to perish; I have heard of them I have seen the result of their never-ending trouble, mischief and misfortune, but you know this is all so funny to me because these all powerful beings would be nothing without their familiar. Does it not make you double over in pain from the huge waves of laughter that overcome you, when you see a witch shribble and scream for mercy when we threaten such an insuccnificent animal; Even more funny as insuccnificent as a cat. Yes she is nothing without her familiar, Aww I believe this is a good place to start; It was a while back but I think this story may be one you will remember for ages to come.
We must of course tell you about Margret.L.Bishop the L stands for Lisa, Margret was a very peculiar little girl born with a scar over her left palm, her mother always told her it was the scar given to her by god and his good grace to let her live. Little Margret was a strange little girl and in being strange she had no friends most people in town said the scar was the mark of the devil and anyone who spoke to her or even looked at her was sure to be dammed, and so little Margret did not play with children nor did she cry from the names and rocks thrown her way; She merely went to the forest every day after school and since her mother was not usually home at night she stayed there and didn't return home for days at a time. An advantage to being so strange was that little Margret had little reason to talk, and in turn she often found herself surrounded by the many unknown creatures in the forest; More often than not she would have a crow or two perching on her shoulder and a black snake neatly piled in her lap, these creatures were the beings she called friends.
It was the year 1688 and it was definitely a year to remember, It was summertime and the day seemed normal it started out with nothing off, it seemed even the grass was bored due to this uneventful day. Little Margret was in her class room drawing a picture of the snake that laid in her lap; With even and confident strokes she drew a beautiful snake that slithered on every edge of the parchment and it seemed that her snake had eyes that glistened like diamonds. Unfortunately happiness for Margret was a rarity and so it was expected trouble would come from it.
I would love to know if you think I should keep writing I was thinking I could turn this into a book So please leave a comment if you read it...This of course is original so don't steal. :)
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