April 29, 2013
Melody of thoughts
Started with a prelude in his head
Vocals in his heart
Hit the perfect tone every time
Like a treble to the bass
Or a clef to a staff
High-hats led the way and turned his lyrics into rap
A tap of his foot pulsed a rhythm in the sky
And a whistle from his lips
Made it like an ensemble passing by
Repeated again and again
It held his emotions deep inside
But the snare of the drums
Beat too loud for them to hide
April 14, 2013
The fight for freedom was not easy. Many lives were given and documents written, but are we truly free?
Maybe the government thinks we are according to their standard, but I believe we are still trapped within ourselves. One misplaced word and you can be thrown into jail with little or no reason.
The freedom of speech and the ability to express yourself is a privilege, but are we as “free” as we think we are.
In the United States there are many different ethnic groups living together and it is pretty amazing to see. But if you look closer, those groups live alongside one another, but many tend to stay with their own race because it’s safe and they feel shielded in their group.
Honestly, I can understand how they feel and that need of comfort, but with the division among people it also bring discrimination and segregation between groups.
There is freedom of religion and speech, but there is limitations, so your freedom comes with a price. If one group tries to mingle with another, it’s hard because they are looked down upon, considered a type of outsider.
It is a beautiful thing to be able to express yourself and be individual, but what good is it if you are still judged by others around you?
Tell me when we are finally free. Not free amongst our own individual groups, but free together as one.
March 3, 2013
Millions of people pay money to play the lottery. There is not one person in the world who wouldn’t like to win a few million dollars. What if by some crazy chance you happened to win? Would you justify it by saying you were lucky or was it fate?
Being lucky or unlucky is something you are not born with. It is something that just happens. Sometimes there is no reasoning for things that happen.
People like to use the word fate because it justifies something that happened. It gives a definitive meaning to the question, why?
Many people tend to think that fate is going to lead them on their path of life. Some think that they were born with some sort of purpose or contribution that they are going to make one day. Many people who are religious believe in fate and destiny as well. I am pretty religious myself, and I think that you can have faith, but it’s to hard believe in fate.
Finding a heads up penny on the street is considered good luck, but why? I really don’t understand who came up with this idea. Did some lucky guy find a heads up penny on the ground and this lead to his luck? Maybe, it was lucky for him, but why the heck would it be lucky for me!
The sun will rise tomorrow and life will go on if you have luck, fate, neither or both.
February 18, 2013
A lonely light lingers in a room full of darkness
She shimmers and glows
She dances and drips down to the floor
A breeze engulfs her
But fights off the urge to stop
She’s the entertainment of the night
The star of the show
Bright as any in the sky,
Glowing for all see
Alone in the world
But her fire inside burns bright
The beat in her heart pulses the room
And eyes follow up and down
Her every twirl
A world trembles in fear
She dances no more
A lonely light lingers in a room full of darkness
January 28, 2013
Imagine if someone gave you a map of your life with every choice you are going to make with an X at the end. Would you take the map or just throw it away?
Having this map would be pretty helpful. Now you would know what mistakes your were going to make before you actually made them. If you had a tough decision to make and you ended up making the wrong choice, you could change it because you now know the outcome.
A downside to this idea is that, where is the excitement? Some people live for the unexpected. They like living on the edge and not knowing what lies ahead of them.
I think that knowing your destination takes away from the meaning of life. It takes away from our ability to make choices and chose our own paths. Sure, some would breathe a sigh of relief knowing if their hard work is going to pay off, but not knowing if your going to reach your goal is what keeps us going.
Me personally, I enjoy not knowing the unknown. Waking up and not expecting what may or may not happen that day. I think it all depends on the person that you are. There are some that like taking chances, while there are others who like knowing what is going to happen next. Some skip to the end of a movie just to watch the ending while others enjoy watching the plot and story unfold in front of them.
Here is another tough choice. What if you found out the path you were in was a one that had a nightmare ending. Maybe being in the wrong place at the wrong time and something bad happening to you. This is when knowing the future would be very helpful and may save you from a nightmare ending and turn it into something a lot more rewarding.
When that time comes and you find that so-called treasure map with your life planned out, do you dare to look?
I think I would just take that map of my life and put it back in the treasure box that it came in and live life without it.
January 16, 2013
Rising from bed, the sun gives a morning stretch and blesses the world with her presence. As the day progresses, the sun drifts to the center of the sky and mysterious man sneaks up behind me. Yes, a man follows my every step, move and I have no answer why.
Maybe he admires me? I don’t have an answer. When I run across the street, he follows me and always finds a way to dance around traffic just to stand by my side.
When skies turn gray and the sun goes off to run an errand, the man disappears as well. With no reason or notice, he vanishes. Maybe I have something that he wants. Time to come up with a plan. Since he knows where I am at all times, I will leave a note for him to see in a nearby tree.
A new day turns a page as the sun climbs to the sky once more. Jumping out of bed I hurry to my drawer to find a pen and a pad. Grasping my pen in hand I write…
Dear Mysterious Man,
I don’t know what you want or why you want it. If it’s something I can help you with let me know. I have tried to talk to you, but I get no response. I would appreciate it if you can leave me alone. We can be friends, but I don’t know why you have the need to follow me everywhere I go. Please answer me soon.
Dressed and ready to go, the sun shines through my window to say hello as I say goodbye. I creep to the door to see if anyone is there, only stop signs and a street corner ahead. I look behind me to see if the man is there, but the coast is clear, for now.
Pushing the door open, I quickly turn around, slam it shut and I’m off.
With no time to turn around, I sprint to a tree, slip the note inside and sit down with my back against the towering oak.
Thoughts ran through my head, hoping for a happy ending with the mysterious man. He gets the note, goes away and moves on to the next person to follow. Out of breath and still searching for answers to my questions. I slowly stand up and tremble as I turn around, but to my surprise he’s not there, only a tree.
Finally, my life can get back to normal.
I start to walking to the park exit and look behind me one last time and there he is. Out of desperation I look up to the sky for help. The sun catches my eye and sends down some rays in response.
December 16, 2012
Get ready because I am going to get a little crazy. Here is the debut of a poetry piece I wrote. Actually, some more poems might be on the way so stay tuned. Yes, don’t second guess yourself, the dude did say poetry. Any thoughts, opinions things like that please let me know! It is always awesome to hear what you guys have to say. Without further ado, here it is!
A mirror plays tricks for an eye to see
Is it a woman, girl is this even me
Season change as the earth lies a tilt
Maybe the problem is my feeling of guilt
Hair bright, blonde and curled falls in my face
Once dark, brown and straight, but gone without trace
She stares at me, but I fear to look back
A heart-full of hope has now turned to black
Tick of a clock promises change
But it is an excuse, an object to blame
Maybe she’s lost forced to wander a stray
A hope and a turn and it all goes away
December 9, 2012
It has been fun while it lasted. Since we are all going to explode or something [who really knows]. I would like to say thank you world, thank you for the years you have given me. It kind of sucks, there are so many questions that will be left unanswered when it’s all over. Here are a few in particular that have the balance of mankind on edge.
1. Will the New York Jets ever get rid of Mark Sanchez, Rex Ryan and Mike Tannenbaum?
2. What happens to Justin Bieber? Does the little dude go down with the world? Or is he that popular and important in which he finds a way to survive?
3. The next Grand Theft Auto game GTA V, will it be as good as everyone says it is?
4.The new Monsters Inc: University movie, what are the chances it is better than the original? [I can even answer: not a chance]
5. Will the economy and gas prices finally get back to normal if no one is here to spend useless money?
I know, I know, these five questions are on the front of everyone’s mind. Well for me, especially the first one. Don’t worry, this is why I posted a few questions out there in case you were afraid to yourself. No need to say thank you! :P
So let me get this straight. The world ending theory was made hundreds of years ago.
To think we are all afraid of a bunch of dudes who lived in caves and used rocks as writing utensils is laughable. C’mon people, the world loves to watch others in fear. It gives them a sense of satisfaction to see millions running around with uncertainty.
The sad thing is, the only harm that will be done on 12-21-12 will be between each other, due to fear.
Want to know what I say about 12-21-12? I say bring it on, bro. When the sun rises on 12-22-12 want to know what I am going to do?
I am going to 7-11 and getting a giant Slurpee in celebration [Not too sure on which flavor yet, still have to decide].
Bring it on “end of the world” >:D
And if I happen to be wrong about the world exploding, no one will be here to say I was wrong! I’m just kidding, it won’t happen, trust me!
December 5, 2012
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
Say what you want about Michael Jackson, but these words are some of the most inspirational worlds ever spoken. The only thing is these words still carry the same problem now like they did many years ago.
We can speak change, we can talk about it everyday, but it is something that will never happen unless there people behind it. The world is divided in two, the people who want change, but don’t show it through their actions and people who speak though their actions and don’t care about change.
No matter how hard you try no one can change the world on their own.
Becoming president and preaching about change won’t do anything. There will never be a hundred percent of people on board with your idea and that is what leads to conflict.
The world will never be healed. It has already suffered so much damages thorough out its life time. We are there just to stick a big band-aid on it and pretend that the problem is gone. Once the band-aid inevitably falls off, the problems will surface once again.
To heal the world make it a better place we need to start with ourselves. It’s just so hard to make a change in this world because people say they will change and might make a change for a day, but they will never stay committed.
As the world turns, we can only hope that one day the people who grace this beautiful planet realize how lucky they are to be on it. Instead of destroying each other,we need to all come together and make a positive change, not one that tears us apart.
I’m just a small voice in the crowd. Your normal, wide-eyed, guy from New Jersey who watches as the world spreads negative messages. I still hold on to hope that one day we realize what we are doing to our planet and make a change for you and for me before it’s too late.
December 2, 2012
Looking up to the sky the snow flakes tickled my nose as they drifted by on their way to the cottony, white covered floor. I inched out my tongue to get a taste of the drifting flakes, but it graced the warm surface and disappeared.
In front of me the clouds, stars, moon and beyond. A companion hung by side, a backpack filled with hope, memories and need.
I looked down, squinting through my fingers. Me on the tippy top of a mountain, a small spec on a pile of opportunity. I have never left the graces of the ground. One minute I was down there, now here, what in the world.
The world hmm maybe my lonely question found an answer.
Size ten shoe prints were in my rear view and the sun and moon were over top. The sun glistened off the freshly layered powder and shined over with a layer of love to keep it warm in the frigid cold.
A breeze softly sifted through my hair, as it went by I tried to grab on to it, but it swirled between my fingers en route to the next mountain top. I breathed to see the smoke exhale out of my mouth, trying to grab it for warmth before it disappeared in the starry galaxy.
Only one option left remained in my cluttered head. It was time to say goodbye to the world and follow the moon on way to my next stop.
Should I close my eyes on the way down, maybe so. Maybe I will fall to the bottom, get up and dust myself off.
Ready, set, go! I held my breath, leaped and I was gone.
My past flashed in front of my eyes as I sank to the earths core.
I began to think of my future. The dreams and hopes held ever so closely to me.
Now inches from the ground I began to rise. Not a fear in the world. The sun with help from the moon, reached out to me and I grasped their hand as they lifted me toward them.
Ring, ring the alarm sounded and I promised not to open my eyes, but this time I had to.
Oh yeah! another creative writing piece. I’m still pretty new at writing these so I’m learning as I go. Hope this one was good too. Oh and why is tippy come up with a red spell-check squiggly? It gets me mad when those amazing words have those red squiggly lines under them >:/