A Poem. "The Dead"

The Dead

A confused mind, no warning heed,
A trigger pulled without due need,
A courageous bullet of lead doth speed,
A drop of blood, from veins freed.

The loud bang, an angry sound,
The splat of blood as it hits the ground,
The profound lack of a heart beat pound,
The lonely silence of a burial mound.

Although the dead in their coffins sleep,
Life around, continues to creep,
And above, the birds do sweep,
Their chicks, new life, begin to peep.

Do not weep, for the dead,
Sing their praises, with joy instead.

A poem.

What poem I shall weave for you,
What tale shall I paint,
What yarn shall I narrate,
What story is left to taint?

What picture should I tell you,
What myth shall I unfold,
What fable should I recite,
What story is left untold?

Campaigning for Originality!

thank you! I just made this up just now and your welcome but please don't use this with out putting my name!

do you read lots of books?

Well do you? I do, and the most recent one was called: The Candy Shop War. It was really good, it had a great plot, and interesting ideas, about such things as magic, time travel and magicians, it was really good. In this book, there are surprises, two betrayals, and a bad enemy a better enemy and a shocking end, which is described as the greatest sucker punch ever! you should try this book, the best thing about it is there is no dawdling, and no secrets! It made me feel exactly as the four, eleven year old heroes do.

THE CANDY SHOP WAR
by BRANDON MULL.

thanks.

The EG part 2

Chapter one:

When Curtis McGuire was born, several odd things were noticed, one: that when his senile grandfather had named his grandson after himself, shortly before dieing, he hadn't seen 'Curtis' yet, so when they had shown 'Curtis's' new sister in to the birthing ward, she had called him Peter, from "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe" and it stuck, so Peter it was, one minute later his sister noticed something else while she was telling Peter all of the face and hands, it was then shouted out to the whole room that Peter had a green thumb. Yes, quite literally Peter had a green left thumb, the color started at the knuckle and went all the way to the tip. Only until he was eight did they find out it was real.

to be continued...
(really, this is not the whole chapter 1.)

The EG>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> said ee-jee.

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Prelude-

He could make wind with his mind, draw water from the ground or the very air simply with movements of his right hand, his left caused ice to creep where he wished of it. Stone and earth moved also at a mere twitch, he was an Elemental god, seven feet at full height, wore no shirt and short puffy knee pants. Bare-foot he has faced armies, assassins, (and the occasional Jedi) yet no scratches to memorialize these one-sided battles, and no lives left to remember the truth. But maybe this wasn't true, one day, long ago, he was faced with thirty or so unarmed men and woman, they were natives of the desert land where the EG reigns, They spoke and angered the elemental god, "I am all-mighty, I will crush you, I will wipe you clean from the face of the earth, of my domain." but they replied "Nay you are not, we humans have each something you will never have." He then killed them, all except one small boy, that had been shielded by his parents, and left unknowingly alive.


to be continued... Holy cow! I'm not sure how the boy survived, but I'm not sure it matters... oh well.

so this is a bit of some thing I wrote 4

Black figures,
Out of the night,
Spun and hooks and gave them flight.
Hooks caught,
Ropes taught,
Round and round the rope was wound,
Slowly, then the moon came down.
Their objective:
The old man,
The light in the sky for this nighttime land.
Stuffed in a bag,
Bound and quite gagged,
From there he was roughly dragged
To a man on a hill,
To a man with intent to kill.
For without the moon,
The light in the night,
No one could see him,
It would quite free him
From the confines Of hiding in pines,
Surrounding his house on the hill.
Now he could go out in the night,
Pillage, plunder, cause plight,
Turn houses into light,
Arson, thievery, burglary, theft,
Take what is wanted,
Leave nothing left,
It wasn't till his men got there,
That he noticed, what made him swear,
The old moon, old man,
still aglow,
sitting like a ball of snow,
All it took was a heaving throw,
to put him back where he should go.
-End-
To be continued...

so this is a bit of something I wrote 5

This is like from last year.

The Ink back warhead is a dangerous Dragon to have around the house, like most Dragons. But the Ink-back, is so deadly that it is actually rather unknown, there is only one wizard who was lucky enough to actually survive a sighting of the Warhead and take an egg that was thought to be destroyed. with there scarcity and angry disposition, only one known Knight has been able to effectively slay one. (without dieing in the process.) Although human encounters are rare and wizard/Dragonologist more so. the A.D.W.A.K. (Association of Dragonologists, Wizards, and Knights.) have formed a rough picture formed of survived and non-survived sightings of the Ink-back Warhead. BE WARNED, this Dragon is very dangerous, enough for two dragons and protects it's young far after they have grown, and keep extensive family relations. Find one... Nope, fifty. If sighted consider your self lucky and in danger. If you see an Ink-back, run and get a camera and a Dragonologist, tell him where to look and hide.


Thanks for reading this!

so this is a bit of something I wrote 3

here is the Second installment! oops, I didn't say that!

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a wine bottle. I blinked rapidly to clear the haze from my vision. I now read that it was a bottle of Talus: Shiraz. I took my arm out from under the covers and reached for the wine, there were two glasses next to the bottle, one had the pink traces of being recently used, some one had visited while I slept, and brought this wine. I thought I had a hold on the bottle but it disappeared out of my hand when I lifted. "Ugh" I gritted my teeth and rolled over in bed, I hit the floor with a thump, my field of vision was really messed up. I groaned again and picked my self up onto my knees. I reached for the wine again, and caught a glass instead, I tried to pick it up and accidentally smashed it on the table. now I had glass shards in my clothes and down my sleeves. The guards must think I'm retarded by now. I went at the Talus again and managed to get a hold of it. It had been opened before but the cork had been replaced, fortunately the screw was still in the cork, as nimbly as I could I turned the bottle round to see when it had been made, the date read: 5/32/101009, that meant nothing to me so I grabbed at the cork with my left hand, as soon as I grasped it there was a searing pain shot through my whole left arm, I rolled over on to my back, dropping the prize, and clutching at my hurting arm, my hand had seized up and pulled the cork free from the bottle. Wine splashed across the concrete floor, staining my clothes. The pain had gone and I was still holding the cork and screw. I wished I was in a better state, that I could pick the lock and get rid of the guards outside. There was still wine in the bottle and my vision was improving, I decided to risk spilling the rest and make a stab at getting the wine, I got I the neck of the bottle, and downed it. After the wine there was a note, it was written on a small piece of water proofed leather: It read...

To be continued...

so this is a bit of something I wrote 2

A field, in a jungle, on which an explorer slowly backs away in fear of the looming Monster he faces. the monster's head looks to small for it's car-sized bulk, it's curved beak is the size of the man torso, the curved arch of the monsters spine is lined with possibly sharp, four foot high, leaf shaped spines. The tail that follows is long and terrifyingly studded with arm-long sharp spikes. The much smaller front legs that still reach to the explorers shoulder, make the dinosaur-like creature, lopsided and awkward. The extra long back legs are thick and are at least double in height. All in all, this explorer has found something quite worth searching for, but will he live to tell the tale?

so this is a bit of something I wrote 1

so this is a bit of something I wrote:


100,000 years in the future.
As I set down I realized that I was in a forest of trees thirty feet around, or more, and high as a third class skyscraper. And way up there were houses, the bottoms of the houses were not flat, but rounded, the corners filled by the trees.
Suddenly I noticed a small round doorknob. It was shiny and brass, sticking out of the tree trunk. I walked toward it, examined it and tried use it, as I pulled the door that was so well concealed, opened. Inside I seen first, an elaborate wooden spiral staircase, it was remarkable, made straight out of the living tree itself. Next and last I saw the source of the faint blue light. It came from several hand-sized, light-blue stones, light stones, embedded in the tree. They were smooth and squeaky to the touch, I ventured on, up the stairs, seeing that there was nothing else in this part if the tree. As I climbed I seen more and more light stones, some of which had been slightly obscured by twigs and their leaves, growing where there was light. As I neared the top there were more door knobs, some of which were fake, or locked from without. Nearer to the top I noticed a slight decreasing of the walls. At the top there were two doors, one was locked, the other was slightly ajar, I reached forward and cautiously pushed it open wider, beyond, there was a bridge, it was very high, and I wondered at the agility of the people who lived in this time, for there were no railings. only a slightly arched path was laid before me, the bridge was made from the branches of the two trees, the one I stood on, and the one I wished to cross to. the only safety precaution were flat boards, which were made of wood, and lashed down with vines. I carefully crossed and found my self looking at... Myself. There was a large sheet of glass, standing straight up and baring my way, but then I seen a knob, I pulled at it, the "door" opened. inside, was...

to be continued...