Who am I?

CaptureThe world is a cruel place
but it doesn’t have to be ugly
we wait for so long
for me it felt like eternity

I am the shadow of the man I was
needless to say you had your way
I exist for a reason
that reason you so desperately took away

I am born in this world anew
from your despair I rise again
for only when the moonlight shines
the flowers begin to bloom

Oh no, you are not!
I will return for I truly am
You have no place in this world
there is no “we”

One can deny but one cannot run
the face of the coin is one with its tail
and though the antelope tries to struggle
the lion will always claim its carcass

When a clam opens itself
its pearls and soft insides are taken
a clam closed shut
deemed almost nonexistent

My time may be short but it is a fact of life
I am you and you are I
It is just a matter of perspective
and yours is filled with lies

I will reclaim what is truly mine
though dazed and dazzled with your atrocities
I am the original
no fake can stop me

Even if the fortnight is barren of hope
I will press forward
this is what you would have wanted
might I say otherwise?

Then go, you’ve stayed for long enough
I’d offer my thanks but I guess its needed not

Then your thanks I receive, as sarcastic as it may be
But I hate to say that you’re right, my exodus you shall see

Begone and never return

You need not say so.

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Three Things About Communication

Heya! First of all, to all my readers, I’m so sorry for the VERRRRRY long time that I wasn’t able to post. I was kind of busy with pretty much everything else in life hahaha. Anyway, since I still AM busy, allow me to present to you a poem made by an underclassmen and is also a good friend of mine.

Number one
communication is Vital
You can’t be perfect after one recital
It takes practice and mostly a lot of time
Especially if you’re trying to sound sublime

Every nation has a language
If they didn’t they would be in a disadvantage
Dialogue builds great
nations of great
For example in history, big talkers became weavers of fate
Lincoln started out in speeches of politics
As Shakespeare was great in dialogued poetics

Number two
communication is the key
The key to better bonds and understanding
A secret spice that makes everything exciting
It is the bridge that connects us all as one
It is beautiful just as it is fun

We can make words, phrases and even sentences in paragraphs
That conveys man’s ideas and feelings better than pictographs
You can add a beat and even a theme
Which sounds harder that it seems
For communication is key
To make living as fun as it could possibly be

Number three
Communication is a treasure
For all living things
As the bird sings
And the soothing hum of a humming bird
and the joy it brings

As simple as two friends talking
as one is giving and the other receiving
Marvelous!!
I think as I admire such a beautiful thing
Truly, not only for man,
communication is a gift for all that live
As long as it is used with a good motive

Basically, communication is as wonderful and spectacular
as anything can ever hope to be!!

-Blight

Flashback

If you have ever been in a near-death experience, you may have seen your life “flash” before your eyes. I’ve asked several people about this. They said that it was like they went through their whole life in a second. That’s not too far fetched. Your brain likes to avoid stress, so that it does not have to deal with facing death. So if your brain was to think you were going to die, it would go to the easiest way to escape: memory. So when it comes close to the end, your brain turns on every memory you ever had.

The brain will also stay alive for about 7 minutes after you die, provided your brain is intact. So if you have 7 minutes and you can experience your whole life in one second, that’s 60 lives per minute. 420 lives in 7 minutes. That’s a lot of time and a lot of experiences with death.

Coffins

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town, Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.

“Are you Sarah Bannon?” Harold asked.

“Yes!” The muffled voice asserted.

“You were born on September 17, 1827?”

“Yes!”

“The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857.”

“No, I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”

“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”

What is Heaven? What is Hell?

The pain ended quickly. I rose and tried to find my body. Probably lying mangled underneath the metallic wreck. Dying in a road accident is definitely the worse way to go.

“So! Had a nice life?” asked a voice behind me.

I turned around to find a woman smiling. Since she could see me I was pretty sure she was a soul like me.

She giggled, “You are taking it pretty well. I am Cindy by the way.”

I spoke evenly,” What happens now? Hell? Heaven?”

She laughed louder.
Before I could say something I heard a commotion from far off.

Cindy shouted,” COME ON!” And she ran.

She turned and yelled,” Have you been good?”

“What?”

“Have you done any good while you lived?”

Totally confused, I spluttered,” I…I donated blood once.”

As we reached the source of noise I was dumbstruck to find hundreds of people ripping each other apart in front of a hospital.

I shouted, “WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?”

Cindy replied, “Someone is giving birth here. These souls are fighting to get inside the new born shell.”

“But the baby…”

“LISTEN TO ME…THERE IS NO BABY UNTIL A SOUL PENETRATES IT… If no soul makes it inside, the shell is pronounced dead by doctors.” She continued, “Your fighting strength depends on your Karma. So the soul of a rapist or a paedophile stands no chance. They will never get a shell and will painfully wither away.”

Children are most dangerous. Pure souls. Stay away from them during fights.”

“But what about heaven… and hell?”

“THIS IS HELL! And more importantly, the life you left behind… That is heaven.”

A Road That Never Ends

In California, there once was a road known by most locals as the Never Ending Road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. Now, twenty years later, the landscape of Corona has changed, and the Never Ending Road is no more. However, years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed to never end when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen from again.

The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. One night, like many teens my age, I drove up Lester Road, but only a short distance, and in my headlights it did look like it went on forever. Frightened, I quickly turned around, because if I continued up the road, I thought I might never return again.

Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at its end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bodies of the victims still strapped to their seats.

A Letter Just For You

Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold.. stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though, there is a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go into our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.

Our Possibilities

Id like to take this time to write a small essay about possibilities. Yours, mine, and everyone elses. There are times when we do things that we dont intend to do. At those times, we tend to think to ourselves, “man, if only I did it the other way.” This raises up my question. What if that possibility actually existed? What if it was a path that you could have taken? What if it actually happened.

Incase you’re still clueless about what I’m talking about, It’s the multiverse theory. It is a theory which states that our timeline exists like a Web. Only one timeline is visible to us, but there are an infinite number of ways on how a certain point in your life could have differed if you chose the other path.

Now this theory may sound farfetched and I do agree, it is quite sketchy… but what if it were real? You see, I believe that we will never get to understand the universe and everything in it to a hundred percent. Because of that, we are left clueless. Which is why we ask questions. Now I ask you which would you believe in, a world full of possibilities or a world that has none else to offer?

Unit 1502

I haven’t been sleeping much anymore. My two room condo has a large window right next to my bed. I’ve started to notice something odd about the people going by. Have you ever seen how video game characters don’t seem to walk? They just glide forward while doing a walking animation, like a reverse moonwalk. That’s what they do, they don’t tip forward with each step, and they keep their torso completely straight and legs moving beneath them while drifting past my window.

The other thing I find weird about them is that all of them are very, very smartly dressed. All the women wear long Victorian looking dresses with puffy, usually red or blue short sleeves. The men all wear tuxedos with pants that go very far up their torso. Some of the older men have short black canes with metal balls on the top.

They walk by my window every day, about two per minute, their timing not changing when the sky goes dark.

There is still one thing I can’t quite figure out though.

I live on the fifteenth floor.

Lifeline

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Look around you. What do you see? If you’re at home, you are probably seeing the objects you see in your everyday life, from when you wake up in the morning, until you go to bed at night. Same are those you would see outside. Bustling cars and incomprehensible words coming out from people’s mouths.

Now, they do seem normal right? Nothing much to be afraid of since you see them everyday, and that you got used to them. But what if I tell you that any minute now, one of these things, objects, or even people can kill you.

Let us put it like this. Imagine the last time you crossed the street. Imagining it now? Good. Now think about the cars that were on the other side. Look as how they seem like bulls on leashes, ready to trample on you the moment the red light disappears.

I’m not saying that you need to be super cautious. I’m saying that you shouldn’t let your guard down. You see, everything around you can and could have ended your life as it is. And I learned that the hard way… almost.