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The Wall continued

The Wall continued

6.

  If you stared at it, you'd miss it. In fact, the boot had landed so close to its rounded hollow entrance hidden in the trash and dried weeds that if the man would have peered closer or bothered to pick up his boot, he would have noticed that the dirty tip had vanished.
  Addie knelt down and tried to catch the angle where she had seen a flash of green and was surprised when cool air and the furry brush of the black cat's fur met her fingers as she reached out into what seemed like nothingness. She felt odd,crouched, the sun pouring onto her back, sweat appearing in trickles. Yet, there was definitely something there. She pushed aside the manky boot and crawling on her hands and knees peered inside.

7.

   A child had come near the entrance, her odd silver eyes flickering a little as she watched the hand creep and feel inside. The black cat had let out a rumbling purr and rubbed against the exploring fingers.  She ran her fingers against the invisible wall and watched as it lit up under her fingers iridescent colors flashing colors and harmonizing music that seemed to speak to her in a comforting way as she leaned over and picked the purring cat. Rubbing her hand between its ears, she watched as a tow headed looking girl slowly crawled inside. The pool in the center didn't distract her as it gurgled louder, dispelling jets of cool air into the room.

8.

  

  Addie didn't know what to expect as she stuck her head in. For a moment, images of a past late night horror film flew through her head. Man eating lizards, rabid dogs. But, the prospect of getting out of the heat and sense of adventure over threw that tiny prick of fear. She was surprised at the rush of cool air that engulfed her body, as she crawled inside. 

Her heart thudded suddenly as her eyes wandered upwards and saw a the little girl holding and petting a familiar black cat.

She stood slowly up, "Um, hi what is this place." her voice curious.

    The little girl studied Addie and set the cat down, who immediately started entwining itself around her legs and then sniffing Addie's rose on its hind legs and nuzzled her outstretched fingers. "We are not sure, we call it the Wall." she motioned "Even though funny enough its actually like a box." 

Addie, could only stare dumbfounded for a moment. There were groves of trees and a pool like pond in the middle. She glanced back, but to her surprise the entrance had vanished. 

"But, but, I was just standing outside in the hot sun and now I'm here." She sputtered still not sure what to do. The ground underneath was like a lush cushion, springy underneath her feet. "Are you, an alien?" her voice quavered a little.

"Of course not, silly." the word alien had caused the little girl to break out into a pearl of giggles, She was wearing a simple pink and white taffeta dress, but her feet were bare, hopping up and down excitedly. "We just find ourselves here. The voice takes care of us." she said brightly still staring.

To her, new girl looked startled and she stood out with dirty legs and matted hair; her dingy tank top had begun to dry in the cool air, but was giving off that light acrid scent of fear and of having been in a hostile environment. 

9.

"What do you mean, we? There are others?" Addie asked, watching the girl study her intently, but the little girl was just as fascinating, with her bright silver eyes that flashed in the overhead glow, she seemed friendly enough nodding and reaching out for Addie's slightly sweaty hand, pulling her along for a tour. Sure, enough a short walk towards the grove of trees and other kids began to appear into view. Most were sitting working on small projects, like whittling or sewing. Some were balanced on branches reading books. They all looked out of place, yet strangely bound together. She couldn't help but laugh a little. It reminded her of being like Peter Pan and meeting a world of lost boys. "What do you do here?" she asked pulling her hand out of the little girls cool palm. 

 "Whatever we want, really. The voice sometimes asks us to do simple chores, but really we do what we please. And the fountain in the middle counts time, so we know when to sleep or eat." She spun a little, giggling again.

 "Do you ever get to go out?" Addie asked, though she was not as anxious to leave quite yet, it was good to know these things.

"Why would you want to do that?" had come a curiously disdainful reply, "Being here is never like being out there. Here you can do whatever you want."

  "But, you can right?" Addie had begun walking back towards the direction they'd come from.

 "I suppose.. you could ask the voice." the little girl looked at her round eyed as if the thought was slightly rebellious. 

  They had come close to the pool, that once again shot a stream of cool air into the room. The cat was rubbing against the wall and Addie watched as it opened, revealing a bright stream of light through the small hollow entrance.

The Wall

The Wall

  1.

  A dusty road runs up to the side of a group of trailers that lay baking under the morning sun. 87 degrees it reads on a swelling plastic thermometer that hangs haphazardly on the peeling sheet metal. There seemed nothing that could save these sweltering boxes except that off to the side; Past the heap of rotting tires and forgotten faded lawn ornaments is a wall that shimmers, an oasis of trees behind it. 
   A lone black cat, meows plaintively in the hot sun, its short fur glistening having soaked up the morning rays. It pants and looks around, trotting towards the wall leaving tiny paw imprints in the ground. It approaches the wall, and seems to be gazing through it, before with a slight swish of its tail walks straight at it and vanishes. 

2.

 

  A man, wearing a soiled wife beater and carrying a bag of dripping trash, doesn't notice the cat or the fact that it has vanished. His shoulders are slick with sweat and dark sunburn. A fly hovers nearby, buzzing as if seeking refuge in his shadow and the man swears swatting at it, as the bottom of the bag rips out, spilling the contents close to the wall. But, as he stands there swearing, his eyes see no wall, only dirt and miles of empty lots filled with scattered trailers like the one standing across from him, filled with dead weeds, beer cans and garbage remains, that he is kicking and spreading around in his worn, unlaced construction boots, hoping that the neighborhood strays will just eat it up. His boot flies off to the side, from the effort and he stumbles slightly; his bare foot stepping into a melange of coffee grounds and congealed garbage juice gravies. Standing there, cursing aloud, he debates and flings the hot stinking bag aside so that a micro breeze picks it up and drags it down the dirt path; tangling itself along dead stalks of weeds. He smacks a hand over the back of his sweaty neck at the pestering fly, wiping his foot in the dust as the sun beats mercilessly on him; he turns not bothering to retrieve his boot which blends in with the the rest of the monochromatic debris, thinking only of his ice chest and the tall cans of beer that await inside.

3.
 

   Addie awoke panting slightly, even in her tight tank top and thread bare pajama pants, her room was already sweltering. She sat up, throwing the thin blanket off the dingy mattress which lay scrunched as if the previous owner had jumped the life out of it, against the wall. She groaned for a moment, hoping it was a dream. 

  Always the same one; her father sneaking into the dusky darkness and whispering in her ear "Addie, dalrin. I hab ta go. Jaseus is'a calling. bat I'll leave ya'll a check. An Sandra'll be ere." And she would reach up, feeling that 5 o'clock shadow on her father's bristly cheeks and reply sleepily "No daddy, please, take me to see Jesus too. Not here with Sandra." 

  He would sit a moment, thinking, voice sorrowful "No, dalrin, a trip to see Jaseus is no place for a chaild. Stay'll here fa'r me,wi'ch Sandra." and he would run a hand tenderly through her tangled brown strands of hair, his thick rough fingers would work on a few of the matted ones and she would prop her head on his thigh. But, it was like a dream, as he would stand, kissing her cheek; Leaving behind traces of his aftershave and the sandy scent of hand rolled cigarettes on her face.

   She silently got up, her bare feet making no noise on the worn linoleum floor. Sticking her head out, she could hear the blare of the tv soaps coming towards her. Good, maybe Sandra had already passed out with her usual bottle of vodka or tequila. She could see the top of her dirty blond head sticking out above the lime green couch, but not moving. 

   She walked to the kitchen table and notices that her father had indeed left a check. "Great" she thinks to herself, reaching up to grab a box of Cornflakes and the can of sugar.

  "You forgot to take out the trash last night." comes the scratchy voice from the couch. A trail of smoke drifting lazily upwards.

   Addie face palmed herself. She had fallen asleep reading her favorite book, her only book really. "Sorry I forgot. I'll do it after breakfast."

  "You'll do it now, you sorry piece of shit. Don't tell me you just, forgot. Goddamn place is bad enough with you stinking it up. And now your daddy has gone up again and left me with you." the drunk voice faltered only a little. "Don't make me get up. I will rip your god damn hide off."

   Addie reluctantly set the box down, she knew that Sandy would; come after her with the nearest object, usually one of her father's belt. She grabbed a large black trash bag and started sweeping the mummified remains of banana peels, harden bits of eggs and toast. Cans and empty bottles litter the counter and she flicks a roach of off one. She manages to fill the bag, avoiding coming near Sandra and her bottles "K, I'm taking it out now. No need to get up." she says carefully, hauling and tying it shut as she slipped on her old faded flip flops and balancing the heavy bag carefully walked out the torn screen door and into the blistering heat.

4.

  The inside of the wall, was actually not a wall at all. It was a boxlike and contained an oasis of trees, their greenness would have been seen for miles contrasting against the dusty landscape. But, it was all hidden, as the cat shook the dust from its fur and trotted towards a tow headed child that sat up against one side mumbling to himself trying to repair an old well loved bear, who's worn fur had started to show the stuffing. Another child, leaned against a tree trunk flicking stones lazily into a pond that gurgled refreshingly in the middle. There were other's, but none seemed to notice the sweltering heat that surrounded them, only the cool breeze that seemed to circulate in that room alone. 

5.

  Addy trudged down the same dirt pathway, except that her eyes swept the ground and across, always searching for something exciting. But, it always seemed like the same dreary landscape. She was looking across, when she saw the cat, who seemed to be only half there. Its back half vanishing into nothing. She stood there gawking, and watched as the cat vanished once again. The garbage forgotten, she hurried across and studied the area in front of her. At first, she saw nothing and then out of the corner of her eye she saw a hint of green. 

........To be continued....

Trust me: The Final Tale of Phoenix the Ashen

When Phoenix woke up he momentarily lost senses. The previous day had condensed itself
Into a blur of events. What he knew was that he was on the grass. And he didn't want to leave it. That is until he heard James on the staircase. Phoenix scrambled up, his robe straddled on either side of his body, only his bare chest and pants showing for the first time. But the real surprise were the markings along his skin, branching up in the center and spreading once reaching the clavicle bone, what James didnt notice about them were that they were actually blood vessels. James mouth was slightly gaped for the time as he looked at Phoenix and his underground garden, it'd been the first time he'd ever seen the door open and his curiosity got the best of him. To most people it would come as a surprise to find such life in a dark place where sunlight could not reach. Phoenix had been hiding this from him for a long time and james didn't look too surprised. Phoenix had little knowledge of the outside world. All the factors of his lack of knowledge and the years of companionship with Young James placed further puzzlement and disruption on Phoenix's face at the sight of a gun pointed at him. The only word that ceded the silence was a silent "finally" from James's mouth. After that a large bang sound and darkness crept to Phoenix's vision.

James left the scene knowing the FRS would eventually discover the body, anybody nearby would have heard the gunshot. He left the scene in a slight Jog, disappearing into the trees across from the monastery. The only records of him being there has been destroyed, all that remained was his name in the books, a fake name that he'd used before, James Addler.

Trust me: The Tale of Phoenix the Ashen 4 The Cement Jungle

How any creature could bare the ceaseless constraints of the city was beyond him. The overbearingly high buildings and the darkness within the corners made the exemplary home for crooks and consuls alike. Exploring the district was as if he was navigating through Daedalus's labyrinthine trap. Few areas held asylum for nature within the concrete bars of civilization. Such inconceivable amounts of people grouped in one place. What horrible conditions were these people stuffed in for an excuse of living space. He crossed a few living spaces as small as a door, or rather the box the door came in. Any welcoming sight such as welcoming scents and the such directed him to run down excuses for food vendors. What he could find in the rabble of people was a ubiquitous feeling of intense despondency. Such despondency that caused even he, a man filled with prospect and virtue, to doubt the future. He would look upon that day and remember the only thing that kept him from the brink of losing hope, was the articulate mother that could be heard as he walked through the streets that night, the berceuse that rang around him like a bell, such a wonderful and loving tune that even the most impetuous of actions would slow. From there Phoenix returned home, finally finding a light at the end of the day. Even for a man who'd lived over two hundred years and still had the body of a twenty five year old, he collapsed from exhaustion after making his way down to his basement garden, not even minding to lock the door before going down and into the grass, literally falling asleep.

Trust me: The Tale of Phoenix the Ashen 3 Meeting With a Friend

As Phoenix returned home, he phase from the bark of the old tree he'd grown in the basement, it required a lot of nourishment and attention but it was worth it. He headed upstairs to consult with his assistant, James, the person who he'd grown to trust and was now his manager of everything business related. James was sitting in an upstairs room with a cup of tea and a newspaper. He was a stockholder in Pear, the company that created such things as the uPad, until the previous month, the company had lost two hundred dollars worth for each stock.

James looked up at Phoenix when he walked in. James didn't know about who Phoenix really was, but of course he'd had theories and questions of why he'd not aged even a year, at least he didn't look to have.

James was the first to speak. "First time you leave in the entire time I've worked here, and you don't look so good coming back." Phoenix look weary and a little jaded.
"The world has not changed for the better, no." Phoenix hadnt only gone out to meet Grimm, but also to see what the world had become, and it was so overwhelmingly horrible for his eyes.
"What about it? I understand that the world isn't what it used to be, but things must progress in order to get better. The world must change to suit its inhabitants."
Phoenix's eyes straightened at that in a small scowl. "It is not the world that must change. Humanity has forced it to change, but humanity must change itself to suit itself to a doomed world. They've wrecked this one. Another ice age at least."
James laughed to himself. "We'll all have to live like Eskimos. Except you I suppose, you'll get along just fine wouldn't you?"
"Yes. And I would do it quite excellently too."

"What do you plan now? You've shown you face to the world. It may have been subtle but people must have seen you."
"I plan to stay in my home and maybe take one last trip out. The world has changed but that doesn't mean I can't understand it."
James smiled and laughed to himself, "how is it that young, but you act so damn old?"
Phoenix chuckled a bit to himself, if only he knew the truth. "Make sure the basement is locked James. I'm going to look around the immediate area now." Phoenix said getting up and going downstairs and out into the city streets, the once cloistered area at the edge of town, the monastery facing the wilderness.

The cars were bolting past. He wasn't entirely sure what they were, or his they were made. But they weren't a part of nature, and they made a lot of noise. Much of what he saw was foreign.

Trust me: The Tale of Phoenix the Ashen 2 a Grimm interruption.

From what he could feel, Phoenix had a reason to leave the Monastery, something near had disturbed nature in a forceful way. Almost disrupting it entirely. He made his way to the tree in his basement garden and phased to the location, appearing in a tree close to the disruption itself. He noticed Grimm shooing at crows and interrupted her business. "You make the trees nervous." Phoenix Said from the jointed branches that created a V like formation within which he stood, Phoenix was bent on his knees and crouching to attain a perfect balance. "You could have bled this place dry, but that won't stop crows."

Grimm swatted at the crows. "Ok, nice, could you get these flying feather dusters off of me?!"

"Crows are the Angels of death. The prowlers of famine, the demise of any living thing can be marked with crows. They seem to be drawn to the essence you carry. Death is a powerful scent that is intractable. Difficult to manage."

Grimm grabbed one of the birds and stared at it. It cawed once, then fell to dust.
"Fascinating..." She grumbled

"Yes... Quite riveting isn't it?"
Phoenix jumped to the ground and landed softly, then crossed to one of the avian beasts and picked it up, stroking its feathers and allowing it to caw once. It rested perfectly cupped in his hands unmoving, docile.

Grimm had been afloat at the time and now landed, kicking the last crow away. "Beat it, buzzard."
It cawed indignantly and flew off.
Grimm sighed, then froze.
"Wait... Why aren't you running away from me?"

"Why are you asking?" Phoenix replied in an inquiring tone. His talent was to make people think. It amused him to witness the numerous amount of thinking caps that such people adorned during these moments of deep thought.

"I'm a reaper, terror of all, living nightmare, the original Boogeyman!"
She narrowed her eyes. "Don't you... Fear me?"

"You tell me." Phoenix said looking the thought stimulating person up and down. Evaluating them by sight and posture, attitude, formality.

Grimm stepped closer. "I think you should be concerned for your well being... Phoenix."
Grimm hissed.
She hated that calculating gaze, his cool calm, and outright refusal to tremble before her.

"Ah so you know me, but I know not your name... Miss boogeyman. I find nothing to fear, because I fear nothing. Fear is always conquered easily by understanding. Knowledge... Even a bit of philosophy."

Grimm switched her tail irately. "Fear? I'm more than fear... Death, despair, pain, sorrow, the darkness that sucks away at that last glimmer of hope that lights the eyes of the living..." She smiled, just thinking of it brought satisfaction.

"That's only if you believe in such a thing. Of course I do, all things exist, it's just a matter of where you find them, in this case you will find none of that in me. You know already but I will introduce myself nevertheless. I am Phoenix, I am Ashen."

"...Grimm Reap," she said shortly.
She stomped her feet.
She had a nutritious temper.
"Enough with the games! What do you want?"

"The boastful brain that you blankly beat requires the believing of a boisterous body in which biased positions blithering on about broad topics in which but nothing is solved. Of course I am blithering myself so you may say that I simply see things in my own way. My way does however seem to be correct though, at least to me."

Grimm's face twitched. "..........Forget it. I'm... Fed up..."
She turned and stomped off, tripping over a rock, she hissed and kicked it into the woods.
She muttered darkly to herself.

"Fed up with what exactly? I only see what troubles you. You don't even know what i am, however you know who i am. What else do you know of me?"

"The fact that you are as annoying as those crows!"
She was mostly flustered by the fact she couldn't intimidate, something that had never happened before.

Phoenix pet the feathers of the crow in his hands, it had begun to sleep as it was cozily tucked into his skin. The warmth of his hands had lured into peaceful sleep. "It's not the crows you should be worried about, nor me. You let yourself get annoyed, I did not cause annoyance. It is the way in which you translate my words that matters, not the way in which I say them.

Grimm held her head in her hands. "I need an aspirin or something..."

"Aspirin?" Phoenix had never used modern day Medicine, it never helped anyone. It simply sent them from one mess to another.

Grimm shook her head and pointed at Phoenix. "Why am I even wasting my time, I have to go find a new hunting ground."

"You tell me. I'm not the one that needs to find a new hunting ground." Phoenix said with an inner smirk.

Grimm sighed. " just ignore it,
Grimm, just...ignore it and it will go away..." She was really low in her ferocity.
Normally, nothing would be left if him but a pair of shoes.
But Grimm couldn't muster the energy.

"We are very different you and I... You seem to adore death, abhor life. I realize the need for death but I see the world full of life. And I embrace that."

The trees cracked around Grimm
".........."
Her eyes sparked with black light. Her temper had been stirred

Phoenix felt the air around him change, but he knew that trees could not be used against him. He was one of them after all. He released the crow and it flew up into the sky, waking up and cawing away.

"Do me a favor... And scat, before I really lose myself." she hissed.
"Doesn't matter if he isn't scared... Food is food..."

Phoenix bowed and turned back to the tree. "As you wish." He said walking into the tree and disappearing within the fibers of the bark.

Trust me: The Tale of Phoenix the Ashen 1

A slim form walks through the monastery grounds. They have been abandoned by the monks who live there from the rain that now poured down on the form. It's figure was hidden under the cowl of a sweatshirt as the figure approached the large doors. The figure pounds on the doors and waits. After some long moments in the rain the door opened a crack. The one that came from the crack in the door was shocked for a moment by the figure in front of him. The only thing he could see was the figure's eyes from beneath its hood. They were young. But they seemed so full of knowledge. The monk in the door opened the door up more being the kind people they were, they would not abandon a person who was on their doorstep. The monk led the figure to a elderly monk that was sitting in front of lines of men that looked like the first. When the figure had approached the elder, the elder raised an eyebrow at him. The figure uncovered his face and bowed his head at the elder. The elder could tell he knew his place. The face was young, and mysterious. This interested the elder and he got up, taking a step toward the young one and lifting its face to examine it further. The elder bowed his head in turn and respect for the young one. The young man did not move his eyes, or any muscle. The elder was almost impressed by the young man. Almost. He welcomed the young man and tried to start a conversation with him. "You may stay As long as you need. There is a group of empty beds on the upper floors" the young man nodded and smiled in thanks. " I appreciate your hospitality. There is little to find anymore." The elder did not climb the steps with him but stopped at the base. "You are very welcome.

Over the week certain things started to stand out in this young man. When wandering the grounds he would not stray from the paths. He would already know customs of respect for nature that the monks would practice. When he came upon the pond he would bend over and go to touch the pool of water, yet his hand would always sway just before they hit the water and avoid getting wet. One day in the second week, one of the monks had watched this. As the young man left the pond the monk approached it himself, seeing new life forming at the edge of the pond where the young man was standing. The monk approached the elder and shared this with him. Other monks nearby had heard the conversation and word spread. The young man was peculiar indeed. One monk in particular did not take to the young man. He did not like his strange ways. He would speak amongst other monks of how the young man would "take apart our way of life. Peace and tranquility and isolation. Nothing changes in this monastery. Nothing has in a hundred years. And nothing should change." This monk was not the newest, but actually a mutually respected man in the monastery. He eventually rallied support and took it to the elder. "He's been here for months. He has no place here. There must be a limit to our hospitality." The elder did not like the monk as he made his point. However the support he'd rallied was irrefutable. During the next gathering at the monastery the young man was there, and the elder had gone up to him. The young man had adopted wearing the monk's robes since he'd only had what he'd worn when he'd first arrived. The monk who'd desired the young man's absence had approached the two as they met so that he could make sure that it was being done as he desired. The elder looked at the young man that he'd grown partly attached to over the months and was saddened. "I am sorry young friend. But we cannot have you accompany us any longer." The young man nodded and smiled to his old friend. He then turned toward the monk who had approached the two of them. By this time they had drawn eyes and ears of the room. The monk nodded and did not smile. He had gotten what he desired. But to his surprise the young man lifted a hand up to the monk's shoulder and asked him "what do you see?" The monk did not know what to say, he was about to answer with "a boy who has overstayed his welcome" but he'd paused as he looked into the young man's eyes. They had seemed as if they deepened. The monk was frozen as he was seeing the young man's eyes glow in front of him, the light enveloped him and he entered another world. There he stood on a barren landscape. Cracks in the earth below his feet that swelled with heat. He heard the question once more surround him. "What do you see?" The monk was in shock but still managed to speak of the spectacle. "I see a world. Empty, there's nothing here." He said looking at the landscape over the course of minutes. The land before him changed, the cracks sealing, the ground changing to soil, areas forming water, Algae forming in the water. He voiced all of this as it happened. The land changed more, forming grass, trees, bushes, wildlife started to appear and he spoke of what he was seeing. "There's animals here! They're all strange looking. There was a big flash of light. Everything is covered in snow? It was only just warm." As the snow melted and time passed, more creatures came and went through his vision, almost in the blink of an eye. Then what he started to see amazed him. The grass did not regrow. But humans came to the place in front of him. "What do you see?" The question pierced the world around him. "There are people now. They are changing the land. They're building walls. It's the monastery." Time slowed around him as scenes familiar to him were shown, monks had moved in, robes were worn, he even saw himself come through the doors of the sanctuary as the walls of his home formed among the nature that was the monastery. Time slowed more as it reached the current time, the young man entered the monastery, welcomed by the monks. Then time slowed to just above normal pace and they came upon present day. He saw himself go up to the young man and the elder, then he saw the young man grab his shoulder and ask the question. "What do you see?" That's when he saw what he didn't expect, the young man's eyes did not glow. He just stood there with his hand on the monk's shoulder. It went on as the monk started to blurt out words. He was watching the world not change once more, but simply go on, as the onlookers turned and became spectators to what was happening. They caught up to present time and the young man turned his head to where the monk was looking at himself. He did nothing but look. "You understand?"
The monk and hisself said at the same time"I understand."Then the world around him crumbled as he woke from his trance and was looking at the young man. "Life must adapt. It must change and be destroyed. Because in order for life to be created, it must make way for it. There is time that passes between life and life, and that is death. You must pave a clean slate for nature to renew. " The young man smiled and nodded at the monk. the young man walked off toward the door satisfied that he could cause one to understand, relatively. The monk turned and went after him trying to think on the spot. "Wait! You don't have to leave! You can stay! You just need to become one of us. That's all you need to do. You'll be welcome among us for as long as you live." The young man smiled and nodded one last time before looking at the elder. The next day he'd shaved his head and over the next month, he excelled he was one of the finest monks there. - 200 Years prior to present

Present- the monastery has been built up and has reached it's downfall, it is no longer the sanctuary it was, as it was forced to mend with time it was forced to shrink, downsize. The grassy field, trees, ponds, all of it was taken away and replaced by roads, stores, homes, a town formed around the monastery. Unfortunately the monastery was hit by hard times, and was now no more than a yoga studio. The young man had made his home in the basement, where he'd created a small square that was preserved, the pond that he would stand over so long ago, it was as healthy as ever, the fish in it swimming around and the clear water reflecting the young man's face grown, he looked only five years older. His head was still shaved, and he still wore robes of the monks, there were very few of them left, and none but he wore the old accustomed robes. Few cared to bother themselves about the young man who lived at the yoga studio, not many ever saw him.

Life

In life,
There are two ways,
The way toward happiness,
Which passes,
Through hardship,
And pain,
Or the express,
Through happiness,
Into pain,
Disappointment,
The all natural,
There are two,
Different types of people,
The lost,
And the found,
The ones who persevere,
So tell me,
Who are you?

Driven

Trying to write this poem now
I write,
Close this last chapter and I write.
I've been trying to find a way,
But god will give me none.
Now I say god because I'm programmed to,
But I don't think there's one,
Kids are running loose,
There's hands are on a gun,
Trying to forget this pain now
I write,
I was raised to live my life,
but I can't see none
They've left me to rot
And they know that they have won.
They're hanging up the noose now,
I still see no holy one.
I'm trying to leave this behind
I write,
I'm closing this last chapter now.
I thought I could change,
But now i realize this,
I felt I could make it on my own
And create my Fate undone,
But now I see that my fate
Is in the hands of another one.
They're kicking out the chair now.
I'm waiting for the end.
I write,

Picture

I can make a beautiful picture
Painted on a canvas of the mind,
There is finish
It develops with every minute.
I can make a wondrous picture.
But you won't want to look into it.
I wish I could stop it,
But there is no way to diminish.
I can frame a beautiful picture.
But you would not listen to it.
Not even when the picture,
was of me walking away.
Why?
Why did you have to be so...
Cold hearted.

A work in progress for all add to it in the comments with your experience!

15
The introduction to a bigger life.
16
The year of great importance that takes the entire soul and lifts it,
Then dumps it down.
17,
The age of the stressed,
The complications that accompany,
The major choices to be made,
The year that will dominate the rest.
18
The time of freedom,
The era of bliss and happiness,
Then the great collapse that takes all your strength to pass,
And it will require your full effort as well as others,
It will require sacrifices you normally wouldn't be willing to make.

12/12/12 12:12

On this date, at 12:12, I sneezed. That is all.

No title

Roses are red,
My name's Bob,
This poem makes no sense,
Shish kebab.

Emptiness and Madness

Living is painful, and so is love she said, she said
Now she took her life in front of my eyes and what she said to me
Never let go, stay strong, for me. But as far as l can see she's dead
And sooner are we both together than we all are of a feather falling slowly down.
And down and down and drownd in guilt and behave well for she said.
But as far as i can see, i'm already dead.

The sound the sound and oh how it wounds! Should tears and fears sear our ears with that sound, oh how it would burn!
But moreover, forever ago they said, pay your respects and yearn the dead, and now my heart yearns for her.
Possibly, oh is it possibly true, that should my heart take no more, that l could return to you, sweetheart. But alas, what's sweet turns sour with age, and mine turned sour with rage.

Darker and darker and darker still, my mind turned black and my will was dashed and shattered as well.
The steel of a blade seemed fine as candy, sweet and dandy, but whats sweet turns sour with age, and steel seemed sour, oh so sour with hate.
With resent towards man, I walked on, walked on, darkness consuming my thoughts as l deserted the love l once had.
A spark grew in it's place and oh how it burned! My smile twisted upwards and oh it still seemed fine as candy, sweet and dandy, to embrace what was about to come.

And take and take and take some more until there is no more in the plate, said l, and then take some more.
And darker and darker and darker it grew, until l lost the war.
With malice and madness and twisted grin, my hatred within boiled over, and over, and over.
I said with a grin to my new love within it was time to start the show.

And hack and slash and stab, jab, jab, my suffering was lashed like a whip. A scream of the damsel was all l ever dreamed to be just as sweet as candy.
But instead she cried, and took the knife, oh what a surprise! and through her heart she tore apart her life.
I couldn't help but grin, but then, but then, with blood running down her breast as she said, she said in a voice sour with sorrow.

Living is painful, and so is love she said, she said
Now she took her life in front of my eyes and what she said to me
Never let go, stay strong, for me. But as far as l can see she's dead
And sooner are we both together than we all are of a feather falling slowly down.
And down and down and drownd in guilt and behave well for she said.
But as far as i can see, i'm already dead.

Somehow people have made me feel like I need to update you with the mundane goings of my life. Seriously though, I really don't have much going on. If you want a sob story, look elsewhere.

My relationships tend to end in very large, troublesome explosions, apparently. So I'm adopting a feng shui approach to everything. Keep in mind I'm a fairly aggressive soccer player. possibly scholarship bound. It's working out pretty well for me so far.... :)

I haven't wrote as much as I want to, to be honest. Sorry for that. Unfortunately, my life does a great job of getting in the way. I do miss you all though. Yes, I'm talking to you, you anonymous reader I don't actually know. It's a good feeling to know that someone out there is taking the time to read these words, and someone our there may even be laughing at my mundane lifestyle.

A word in the defense of mundane lives: at least we're always there for those of you (sometimes un-) lucky enough to have an exciting life.

I really hope everyone who reads this has an awesome day, and somehow succeeds on getting that euphoric feeling of being high on life sometime this week. Good luck. Have fun. Smile more. Eat less. And would someone please (yes, I may or may not be talking to you) cancel Varsity tryouts tomorrow? I'm too sore.

Thanks.


Bye.

Something wild

Like a monstrous waterfall
Dancing down, down forever
Viciously pounding upon the rock
And spraying droplets, like the weather
Passing over green strewn meadows
Shifting past the golden wheat
Floating through the morphing clouds
Racing fast upon hoofed feet
It is stronger than a diamond
Far more beautiful than the stars
Forever growing, ever lasting
You can't hold it behind steel bars
Longer than the universe
Expanding past your wildest dreams
Sinking down the deepest trench
Holding all within its seams
You can own all the Earth's gold
It is something you can't price
Prancing past political pressure
This force truly has no vice
It is precious, priceless, pure
Like a mustang--wild, untame,
You can chase it, even wish it,
It has no bounds, no leather reigns
It comes with pain and lots of pieces
Some assembly is required
Even when it's been neglected
It's relentless, never tired
Like a huge black thundering train
Puffing smoke out as it moves
You can run, and you can hide
But let this force fill in the grooves
Let it take you up on wings
As it fills you to the brim
Overflowing, splashing over
Putting down the flames of grim
This may come, a great surprise
But it is so much more than nature
And when you have it hold on tight
Worse than venom, there is no cure
What I speak of is my love
And deep within my heart it grows
And in his hands he holds my heart
Even though he doesn't know
Yet everyday I'll show him how
I'll show him what he means to me
He means more than all the gems
In the world, just look and see
I never thought I'd feel so strong
A force so wild and untamed
If I could spread it like disease
Then damn me now, I'll be blamed
I share my heart with not but three
One so much, we have made two
In a world made just for us
No one loves them like I do
I will scrape my flesh to bone
Fighting for this love so strong
I will set out on my knees
To fight this world so wrong
I'll protect them with my fists
Fight away the dark sky blues
Take a beating all day long
'Til in my eyes you see black hues
If all my teeth come falling out
Or if my flesh comes peeling down
I will always keep on trucking
'Til my heart stops beating sound
If it kills me I'll be fine
I'm forever made immortal
In his heart like ivy vines
Twisted up and blooming full
This is love, it is divine
Flashing brighter than the sun
Storming down upon us both
He is, forever, my only one.

A heart of gold

A heart of gold

He has a heart that's full of gold
That he just cannot see
And every time I look at him
I know that he deeply loves me
Especially in his arms' tight hold

No mountain, ocean, or land mass
Can hold more love than my heart
And with my hand in his held tight
I know we'll never part
All pain will, in time, pass

His eyes are deep and glorious blue
With the softest hint of green
And he may not be worlds greatest
But he's the best to me
And the best to his daughter, too

With dazzling hair of ginger red
And bits of blonde upon his face
Every inch of him, I do love
Inside my heart, that's his place
I love every red hair upon his head

And even though I made a mistake
My heart does not let me forget
I will never hurt him again
To him, my heart, all love I set
My love is never for him, fake

Never is anyone as handsome as he to me
He is my universe and everything in between
I hope that one day he will see through my eyes
And see the beauty that I see
No one will ever compare to he

And deep within the confines of his hold
Is where my broken self resides
And holds his broken heart together
With all of the pieces of mine
He forever has a heart of gold

Poème de l'amour

Même si le contact froid de l'hiver,
Tendre notre peau et se refroidit à l'air,
Il ne fait pas une différence pour moi,
Pour la touche froide de l'hiver ne peut pas toucher nos coeurs.
Et je va saisir votre main dans une étreinte tendre
Je ne peux qu'espérer que vos lèvres seront présentes contre les mines,
Et réchauffer mon cœur une fois de plus.

Poema di amor

Luces parpadeando detrás de usted,
Acentuando el calor del momento.
Y aun que no puede evitar que me mi amor,
Mi amor prohibido que deseo mucho que expresar,
Usted puede saber quien guardo amor,
Aqui con tu.
Mi amor se había expresado antes,
Pero ahora olvidado.
Deseo mucho que decir a usted.
Y ahora no hablar conmigo ya,
Te echo de menos.
Te quiero.
Mi amor.