Midnight Dreams

No, I'm not the only writer from last year using these blogs, there IS another person, who I feel needs more feedback, Abby Davis, if you know her, check it out, if you don't know her, check it out anyways. Here's a link to her blog, http://mybrotherisbrian.blogspot.com

She's just as good as I am(or what some of you make me out to be) if not better, in her own way.

Sleepless

As I lay here,
Sleepless, wondering, thinking, breathing.
Eyes closed.
A futile attempt to lose myself in my own mind,
What's the point.

Eyes open, staying into the black abyss.
Afraid.
Of the upcoming future.
Of the upcoming struggle.

I close my eyes, again.
These fears, shoved back deep down, away,
and I sleep.
At peace.


Abyss Redux

If you look way back into the deep recesses of my blog, you will find a piece titled Abyss. I did this early in the 08-09 school year, so look hard for it. Also, I've made redo's of most of my pieces from that year. Reach for Glory is still upcoming!

Abyss

Holes,
Dark, dank, black.
Falling.
Slowly, tipping over the edge,
Last thoughts thundering throughout your head,
What you did wrong.
What you did right.
And the Abyss claims yet another soul.
Yet, live on in the hearts of others,
Unforgotten,
Immortal, Even In Death.

Leaf Redux
So fast,
But so slow,
The leaf falls.
A journey,
All ended in one fall.
A whole life,
All ended in one day.
The ground, eager to meet this leaf,
Rushes to find this leaf,
Ready to claim in.
Akin to Death.
Still, like a leaf,
As we fall,
somewhere, someone,
is born again.

Lost Redux

Before I even begin to type this redo, I want to first post the original "Lost". It was dedicated to my english class of last year, and to our teacher, Mr. J.

Lost

The end of the day,
it has come, to move us
to the next.
Although we've had so much
experiences
we've all come out
knowing that much more.
Although it is the end,
we are not lost, never lost.

Redux

The morning greets us,
It has come, to find us,
to pick us up, holding us in the sunlight.
Surviving the night.
We've aged,
And changed,
Fell apart.
Still, in times of trial;
Times of anger,
Pain,
Sorrow,
We have found our way,
And we move forward,
Like a breath exhaled from the world's very own oceans, skies, and earth.
Not lost, never lost.

I really dislike the fact most people in our class of last year discontinued the blogs. I felt like it pulled us together, and walking into english didn't feel like walking into english class. Any of us from last year cannot deny that. It's a huge shame only one person from last year actually stay active on the blogs made last year, or at least, there's only one I know of(Besides Mr. J and myself.) Still, thanks everyone who visits for looking at this, and providing feedback. Every single bit helps, and remember: Be harsh, even if you think it was perfect.

Haven't posted in a while.

March on

March, my friends,
March on.
Never give in,
Fight till the end,
And even then, fight more.
Nothing will stop us.
For we march,
March on until the end,
Even beyond that.

Soulless

Color illuminates this world,
Filling it with life.
And Beauty.
Happiness.
But something's wrong.
Holes open,
Sucking,
Vanquishing,
Obliterating,
Killing everything.
Laying waste to all.
And people slow down,
Time slows down,
To a crawl;
The very arms of the clock,
struggling to put another arm forward,
Stop.
Dead.
Lifeless.
And the world is left,
Soulless.

Emotion
Locked away,
In a box, hidden.
Afraid to open the closed door,
To unleash the wave that would,
Flood the world.
With emotion.
A mask, hiding this,
So it stays hidden.
Pull the mask away,
Away.