SocietySociety has crumbled,
The world has regressed, Everyone is depressed, Mentally jumbled. We think we are above, All of those dystopian stories, That we don't fall in those categories, But they fit like a glove. Fahrenheit 451? Who reads books anyway? There is no keeping the media at bay, Our screens are on all day! Orwell's 1984? Thanks to phones we have no privacy, Everyone inflicts their own policy, And agenda evermore. The Giver? Our joy and suffering, Are sucked away by our constant screening, And pleasures made to deliver. Ready Player One? We turn to escapism, So we can run, From activism, racism, and fascism. We think we are above, All of those dystopian stories, That we don't fall in those categories, But they fit like a glove.
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MadnessI'm surrounded by madness
It circles around my heart Corrupting it with blackness There is no restart The world crumbles The ground beneath rumbles The world has fallen I am all in My eyes reopen And I realize There is nothing hiding behind this guise It's time for the door to open The darkness inside Is calling for vengeance It's time they all died It's time I come back with a vengeance It is done I became the one It's time I disappear Yet we're all a little mad down here Children SingingIt was a late autumn evening as the man strolled through the graveyard. A slightly chilled breeze drifted through the lazy twilight hours. Next to the graveyard sat the remains of an old school, long since abandoned. The last golden rays of sunshine shone through the red and yellow leaves above him.
As the man glided between the graves, a strange melody reached his ears. He looked around to try and find the source, but he was all alone. Ring around the Rosie, Pocket full of posies Ashes, Ashes, We all fall down! The man again searched around him for whoever was singing. It sounded like little children. "Who's there?" He hollered. "Where are you?" The singing continued, ignoring his cries. The King has sent his daughter, To fetch a pail of water, Ashes, Ashes, We all fall down! The singing grew steadily louder. The robin on the steeple, Is singing to the people, Ashes, Ashes, We all fall down! The voices were now nearly screaming the song. The man looked around wildly trying to find the source. Surrounding him were small, dark shadows, vaguely shaped like children. A thick mist covered the ground, hiding the graves. The wedding bells are ringing The boys and girls are singing Ashes, Ashes, We all fall down!!! As the last words reached the man, sheer terror shot down his spine. Not knowing what else to do, he took off running. He ran and ran and ran. His feet flew beneath him. He didn't stop until he was safely inside his own home. "What in heaven's name was that?" He wondered aloud. "Certainly something from the very pits of the underworld." Broken HeartSome people say
That the scariest thing Is what comes from the fray And hustle and bustle of living They call it love Which when it is over You wish it wasn't true love As it leaves you with a horrid hangover A broken heart Is most terrifying It happens someone we love departs And so we start fortifying We place a wall Around our soul And thus begins our downfall Turning the heart to coal Beware the broken heart For it will steal away your life There is no replacing that part Emptily filled with strife PiratesIsla Orcas grew steadily larger in the distance. Fog shrouded the island in a thick mist, hiding many dangers in its veil. Shadowy figures shifted in and out of view, putting the entire crew on edge.
"Well, how long before we land?" The Captain asked his second mate, Inacio. "Another half hour and we'll be making landfall," Inacio replied. "Good. Make sure the crew is ready. Who knows what we'll have to go against on that island." The Captain said. "Yes, sir," Inacio said, scurrying off to do as The Captain ordered. The Captain was a mysterious man. Nobody knew his true name. Frequently the crew would whisper amongst themselves, trying to guess the feared man's name. Everyone in the crew had met The Captain in the same way. They were slaves or prisoners until The Captain had raided their vessels and liberated them as part of his crew. While they were all eternally grateful to him, it was always established that he was not one to be messed with. If anyone irritated him too much, there was a high likelihood they would end up swimming with the fish. After years of searching, The Captain was nearing his ultimate achievement, finding the lost treasure of Lady Orcas. Legend old and new told of the ancient lady before time. Lady Orcas was said to be the queen of the underworld, who ruled the armies of the dead. According to the legends, long ago she raided the surface of all its treasure. The treasure of a thousand kingdoms was said to lay on her hidden island. And soon it would be The Captains. "We're here Captain," Inacio said quietly. "Are you ready?" "Yes, I do believe I am." The Captain said coldly. The crew loaded into small landing boats, The Captain in his boat taking the lead. Isla Orcas was dead silent as they sliced through the night air. No one said so much as a word. The air filled with the sound of footsteps as they landed on the sandy shore. The silence surrounded them like a strange blanket. "Come now men, no time for hesitation." The Captain said, gesturing onward. "Lady Orcas's treasure is ours if we just get it." The island was covered in a thick rainforest, yet there was no signs of any animals anywhere. The only sound was that of The Captain and his crew traipsing through the heavy foliage. After hours of walking, they finally arrived at their long-awaited destination. Carved into the stone of a large mound were the ancient symbols of Lady Orcas. The Captain reached out and caressed the cold stone. Pressing the symbols in, loud machinery started working behind the wall. The stone face slid open, revealing a dark, empty cave. The Captain pressed on, lighting a torch to guide their way. It was dank and humid in the cave as the group of pirates pressed deeper into the earth. As the darkness grew heavier around them, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by light. The walls glowed with some kind of unknown magic. "We're finally here boys." The Captain said. "The treasure of Lady Orcas is just ahead." The crew all whispered excitedly amongst themselves. Soon they would have all the money they could ever want or need. The end of the tunnel opened up into a massive cavern filled with millions of pounds of gold, jewels, and fine craftsmanship. As The Captain stepped to the edge of the cavern, a single click filled the room. The Captain looked around to see what he'd accidentally triggered. He whipped around to see the end of the tunnel close off, sealing them away from the rest of the world. The room filled with a green gas that gave off a putrid odor. Nobody could breathe. They all fell to the ground, gasping for breathable air. As The Captain fell, he looked up to the ceiling. There, carved into the cold, uncaring stone were twelve words. "The greatest treasure of all is joining my army of the dead." A CurseThere is something you must understand about curses. They can be very fickle things. If you aren't careful, then they very easily backfire on you. I wasn't very careful. This is my story and my warning to you.
It all started with Derk. He was the local school bully. Everyone hated him. He was always picking on anyone who even slightly annoyed him. Standing six and a half feet tall, it was no wonder everyone was too afraid to stand up to him. One day I finally had enough. I wanted to get back at Derk, show him how it was like to be picked on for once. I immediately went researching for ways to get back at bullies. My research led me to a shady website that claimed they had "real curses" for free. It was full of warnings saying that you had to be careful with the curses, or else. I didn't care. I just wanted revenge. If there was any chance any of these curses could get that for me, it was worth the risk. Many of the curses were absolutely brutal. Killing curse, eternal sleep curse, and the list went on. Finally, I was one that wouldn't eternally condemn, maim, or kill him. A curse of bad fortune. That should teach Derk a lesson. I immediately set to work on the curse. Luckily for me, the victim didn't have to be present to take effect. "Hominem aegre maledic Derk," I said, picturing the big bully in my mind. My hands glowed bright purple, and then it was finished. I couldn't wait to see the bully falling flat on his face and any other misfortune he might encounter. And then I immediately tripped. I brushed it off, figuring it was a sheer coincidence. And then other things started happening. Things that should have been secure would fall off shelves and land on my head. I would constantly trip over my own feet. It was almost as though I had been cursed. When I finally figured out it had backfired, I rushed back to my computer to find the cure. But the website was gone. Now I'm stuck with bad fortune. Hardly anything good happens to me. Even if something good does happen, it doesn't last for long. If I get a beautiful girlfriend, it lasts all of about a week before some new hot guy shows up and steals her from me. If I manage to win the lottery, the winning ticket is immediately lost. So here is my warning to you. Don't mess with curses. They are nothing but bad. And especially don't use curses brought to you "free" on the internet. GreedGreed has a way of corrupting
It can be disrupting Greed drives some mad And others to do bad Greed weaves its way Deep into your heart Until one day You fall apart Some say money Can buy happiness I find that quite funny Because for many it leads to unhappiness People throw their relationships away Just to get more gold Your life has no replay So why waste time on gold before you're old Money is useless It does nothing but harm It condemned Judas Much to his alarm Love of money goes nowhere It only leads to dark paths Where you can hardly breathe air And are thrown onto rafts Greed has a way of corrupting It can be disrupting Greed drives some mad And others to do bad And many to be sad And none to be truly glad Objects To LifeThe Pen
My name is Writey. I am a simple fountain pen, living a simple pen life. Most of the day I sit around, whether it's in a pen holder or my owner's pocket. I get to take in the views and enjoy my day. But what brings real fulfillment to my life is when I get used. The sweet release of creating. Whether I'm writing down important meeting notes, or awesome stray ideas, I get an amazing high from being used. I only fear the day when I run out of ink. That will be a bleak day indeed. But I won't think about that now, for now, I'm going to just do my best to please my master and give him my very best ink! The Hammer The name is Hammerhead. I work for a strong bearded builder. Together we create amazing structures. Although I am constantly in pain from being slammed into nails, I love the pain. The pain fulfills me and gives me purpose. I get withdrawals whenever I am not being used. Some may say that it's a self-destructive habit, but I don't think it is. After all, I'm fulfilling my purpose. When I feel the shocks of pain go through my metal and into my handle, the brief pain turns into ecstasy. I am full of scars internally and externally from my constant abuse, but I don't mind. I wear them proudly, each dent representing a nail driven in, an achievement to be proud of. The Plate I am Piatto the plate. I live to taste food. Although I can't actually eat, I love to experience the flavors of life. Lettuce, lasagna, even liver. And that's just the L's!! My friends tell me it's a bit of an addiction, but I insist I can stop any time I want. I don't need to taste food, I want to. It brings me such immense pleasure. Boy, do I love my flavors! The Teddy Bear I am Ted. I am evil incarnate! I exist only to get close enough to study human children. I plot and plan, getting ready for my day to strike. I will raise an army of my fellow teddy bears and together we will rule the world. I endure constant squeezing and stretching all for the teddy bear cause. The worst days are when I have to endure the L-word. LOVE. Why would anyone use such a horrid word when talking about me. Look at me, I'm hideous. I'm covered in fur and my eyes are glassy. I am supposed to be an unlovable spy. I simply cannot wait for my day to overthrow my fleshy overlords! SnakesSneaky, scaly,
They live in a valley Slimy, wormy Not worthy of taxidermy Patterned all pretty Not welcome in the city They have no pity Very nasty and gritty Some have a rattler The worst tattler Don't even speak like a prattler Natures guerilla battler Narrow slits for eyes Whoever is bit dies They have no allies They are an unpleasant surprise Sneaky, scaly, They live in a valley Slimy, wormy Not worthy of taxidermy I Climbed A Mountain!!!How's it going folks? I hope life is good for all of you. So this Friday I had an opportunity to hike a mountain with one of my school classes. And let me tell you, it was amazing! The fresh air, the views, the company, all of it was delightful! So, I'm going to give you the rundown so you can see just what a teenage author does during some of his free time. So lets hop right in. The First PartThe first part of our hike was relatively easy. Except I didn't feel so at the time. The thing you have to understand about me is, I am not a light guy, and I don't hike nearly as much as I want to. So this was a challenge for me. By this point my legs were already burning, as well as my lungs. I suppose it's a lot like life. The first part it retrospect is easy, but it certainly doesn't feel like it at the time. We grow up as children, without a care in the world, but it for some reason feels hard. And then the hard part strikes. Speaking of, here's where the hard part comes in. The Hard StretchIt was all nice and easy until we hit the hard part. We went practically straight up the mountain. I for one had to stop frequently to rest, and of course take pictures. All I can say though, it the effort is worth all those amazing views! Most of life is an uphill climb. Climbing up in age, climbing up the "corporate ladder," etc... But why climb if you don't take in the view of how far you've come, right? And then you reach the peak. The Peak!After hours of climbing, we finally reached the peak. This was it, the great success. And then I saw the lovely tower sitting on top. I wanted so badly to climb it, take the ultimate peak picture. But unfortunately no one was allowed to climb it, so I missed out on the perfect photo opportunity. Such is life. But we certainly need to take in the view and admire how far we've come. It's not every day you climb a mountain. And then you have to get down. The DownhillDownhill has its own challenges. It can be hard on the knees, but it can be darn spectacular. There was one spot where the mountain divided between nature and civilization. Take whatever lesson you like from that. We also checked out a cool detour called "The Living Room" which had neat stone furniture and a beautiful view. Anyway, that's just a little bit of my life. Conquering mountains, seeing the world. Living.
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