Keep Moving.Move forward. Keep walking.You'll never know know where the road ends from standing by gawking.Keep moving 'til you're hurt and in pain.Never waver or you'll never truly feel the rain.Push forward, step by step.Why stop? You haven't tasted the depth!Don't whine, you're almost there!Why, can't you hear it in the air?So move forward, keep going!When you arrive it'll smell like a homecoming!
HeartI am a different person than ones others see me as.I am unique. I am an individual. I am me.There is nothing that can change me.I am kind. I am loyal. I am strong. I am me.I know of life's hardships, I have suffered many. I do not speak of them 'fore it burns the inner confines of my heart to remember such pains. Yet, such as I feel need to preach them. And preach them I will!Years of life under such an alcoholic 'birth-giver', indeed he gave me life, a life I wish not upon any. Mine elder blood, my sibling, lost as well. Oh, so lost. Long before I, she was. Lost with sex and drugs.. What I endured shouldn't be spoken, but it will! It
Narrative EssayYears spent in a town which I still have no choice but to loathe. I was nine, nearing ten and I had a secret, one of which the world could see: I was abused from both home and school, ruined physically, emotionally, and mentally. The ruining took my life after nine-eleven when I was six, after the souls of that town had grown harsh and cold. I had done nothing wrong. I had only stayed quietly with my grandmother, liked games all others believed to be 'strange and abnormal', and I happened to be a unique person with rare features: long, flowing campfire glow locks of hair, eyes like shining emerald crystals whilst the moon hovering over full a
(Untitled)The angels are sheding tearsBecause another soul was lost by fearSoon their wings will turn blackFor love is what the world will lackThe making of rainbows will ceaseAnd the violence and gangs will increaseGun powder and smoke fill the atmosphereThe angels land is no longer clearTheir hearts are breakingThe world is shakingFire spreads across the landThe sea no longer covers sandBlack sky's in the daysDimming sun raysSmiling faces washed awayThe human body turned to clayRain pounds all aroundDrowning out the slightest soundThe world as we know it is fading to dustHard work looks like rustThe angels are