Memories

Each time I open my eyes I see my past flash before my eyes.
I always think could I have done something better?
Could I helped some one in need?
I just wish I could redo it all.
Maybe then If i could get one more shot at my life  maybe then I could make the world a better place.

Truth

The truth is I thought I could do everything that could possibly done but i was wrong.
The truth is I thought I could ask out the girl of my dreams but i cant becasue i am scared of the anwser.
The truth is all my life I have hid in the shadows and unable to pursue my dreams.
The truth is anything is possible.

The gift

Today I was walking home and noticed a fellow neighboor of mine in need of some help.
I asked her if there was anything I could do and she said yes.
She gave me a shovel and I started shoveling her drive way.
A few minutes later she came out and handed me money and said take this child put this into piggy bank for you have done a good deed.
I resfused but she insisted and i took the money and kept shoveling.
After I was done I went knocking on her door.
I told her the greatest gift of all is to give back to others and not ascept cash for doing so.
That alone is priceless.

The rock

The rock is a symbolic figure.
The rock maybe unmoving but it has meaning.
The rock may do nothing but stay in the place were it had been placed.
The rock is just like you and me.
The rock is like a new born child both symbolic.

Locked

I woke up one morning thinking what am i going to do today.
I get up slowly and I open up the large curtians before me.
The sun shines apon my face.
I look out into the distance and see some odd.
I go for the door and its locked shut.
I try breaking threw but i cant.
I was stuck in my house unable to leave.
All my questions, hopes and dreams were outside.
But in reality I could go out there it was me that was preventing me from achiveing sucess.

World

I used to rule the world.
I used to be king of my own land.
But then the world turned for the worst.
War broke out between all of mankind.
What was once a peaceful planet has now broken into bits and pieces that i have created.
I once held the world in the to palm of my hand.
On the left palm i help peace.
On the right hand i held prosperity.
I lost my grip on the world.
I know fear that the worst is to become of me.
Heaven on earth and almightly stickened this cruse apon me that is now my own fate.

Chrismas

The slay bells are ringing and chrismas time is near.
The Elves busy as can be.
The children dreaming of dolls and toysoilders.
Brother and sisters fighting over who gets what toy.
Santa Claus growing older checking his list and checking it twice.
The snowflakes falling softly on a thin surface.
Chrismas time is truly here.

Alone

I sit alone on an empty street corner.
All My dreams gone.
I stand a alone a soul suvior of my own war.
I sleep on the empty streets in the city.
Fearing the cold going to the worst.
I am alone forever more.

Each time i hope something will happen it rarely ever happens.
Each time i think that the next day war will end is a possiblitly by highly unlikely.
But when i look up in the sky i see something that is a soultion to life.

Billionare

I wanna be a billonare so bad but my hopes and dreams to achive that goal is highly unlikely.
I wanna be a billonare not only to help my self but help the community.
I wanna be  a billonare so i can change the world and make it a better place.
There is only one thing that's stoping me  and that's me.

Running with thin Air

          As I was running I could hear the whispers of the wind. I could feel the air around me push against me. I could hear the constant beat of my own footsteps. I could hear the heavy breathing of which was mine. Everything so blurry as I focused for the finish line. I could hear the loud cheer of the crowd as I ran across the finish line and then everything went black.

            Running with the thin air is like running with no air at all. Your body feels light as you take each step fast and at a consistent rate. The world around you seems vague. Your mind is set on one goal to win.

            Practice is what you need to achieve anything in life. You need to practice running to get better. If you don’t practice nothing is going to happen.

            Most people find people who run are just a bunch of jockeys that run around in circles. Essentially we are but that’s not all we are. To run around in circles is fun for us. For instances say there is a 3 mile run most people who do not run would say it’s a waste of time. But not for us.  To make it across that finish line at the end is a great achievement because we tried our best to win. If we didn’t we will run faster next time. Winning isn’t essential to running. In my mind just to improve over a period of time is a great achievement by its self. If you can set a goal to beat and you beat that goal then you feel great that you accomplish that goal right? Well that’s what it’s like for me if I can get better at running and get better times I will feel great.

           

           

Tampering With Death

By Matt Crone

His Sinister look upon my face on that dreadful night of horror shall be remembered throughout the lands. His evil grin looking down on me so frightful and so distinct . He arose with power for He sensed the fear upon my eyes.   His bloodshot eyes looking at me without mercy as I beaconed  for forgiveness. 

This creature is pure evil born from the devil himself. He is god’s wraith of terror.  He comes to haunt me for a reason I have not yet to figure out. 

His breathing so soft and yet I still hear it to this day. His breath smells of death and decay. He holds upon his bony hand a blade ready to strike. His face is like a skeleton and yet still flesh remains on.  His voice so raspy and cold as if of an old man’s.  This creature has no mercury and shall not stand for intolerance of his demands.

This creature comes every night  and haunts me. I lay fast asleep with not another living sole any were to be for I live in the wilderness. I hear a knock at the door late at night while I was fast asleep. I go to the door and open it and nothing there just the breeze comes in. I went back up stairs to sleep. I hear scathing sounds on my window. I look out the window and see nothing but trees swaying in the windy night.

I go back to sleep and I hear the sound of dripping water. The sound so faint but still notice able. I get up slowly in fear of what is to become. I go into the bathroom and check the foist to see if I left it on. It was turned off the room was silent again. I smelled a peculiar odor and I feared the worst. I turned around and there was the creature standing there behind me.  I gasped in shock for this creature was three times my size!

“Who are you and what do you want ?” I asked

“Hmm… I want your sole!”

“What have I done to deserve this I have been  an honest man my whole life and never harmed a sole!”

“ Liar! You murdered your wife remember?”

“ I had to she was always a control freak and I couldn’t stand that women!”

“ So why did you frame it on your next door neighbor Josh?”

“  I had to act quickly or id be caught red handed.”

“ Your neighbor Josh should haven’t  had to pay for you crime.”

“ Your Soul is mine for you took the sole of a innocent person and  destroyed it!”

At that I ran away. I ran into my bedroom and locked my door. The creature just floated through my door like a ghost. The creature grasped me by the neck and started to suffocate me. Blood rushed to my head. Everything started to go blurry. I thought to myself no I can’t give up now. Somehow I slipped out of his grip and fell to the floor.

I ran outside and it was raining and thundering. I headed down the road sprinted as fast as I could down the narrow road.  Lighting struck a nearby tree and blocked my path. Another tree fell behind me nearly hitting me. I was trapped. Death was the only option now and it was time to face it.

The creature appeared before me holding a sword in his hand. His evil look with pleasure as he came closer.

“It’s Your choice whether you want to live or die.”

“ You committed a crime and framed someone else . Will you turn yourself in and live up the punishment that should have been in yours in the first place or will you chose to die?”

“  I want to die for I have made a great sin against Josh and I couldn’t bear to see what I have done  to him.”

The creature comes up to you and starts to hack you to death.

“ Wait I was just joking please have mercury on me!”

The creature continues to slash you into pieces blood goes every were.

“ You know feel the pain of death that your wife received from you. She begged for you to stop and did you?”

“ No I kept killing her!”

“ You killed her!”

The creature dismembered the rest of my body and everything went dark. I learned that to tamper with death is not a good idea because if you do who said that death cant tamper with you.

Welcome to face book

By Matt Crone

Facebook one of the top social sites in the world. Facebook appears to be all user-friendly, those things said on it that is just plain out mean. Some people think it's a joke to say o  picture look so stupid. Which is a very mean thing to say.

          The first time I tried out Facebook I thought it would be a fun experience. But I don't understand how to use it I feel like a 20-year-old trying to figure out how to use a two-year-old toy. Personally I think Facebook is a waste of time, because some people put their whole life out on that website. A lot of it is creepy. It's not like you have to say everything you did that day. Like some people say I eat lunch at noon and then I went to the bathroom. We don't need to know you went to the bathroom. We don't need to know that you  ate at noon. Who cares? Why would you you pour your whole entire life onto a website where you have no idea who could read it? Yeah you might have a private account that nobody can see except your friends. Who says your account can't get hacked?

          Technology is revolutionizing very fast and before you know it will rely on technology to do everyday tasks. Plus who says that Facebook can revolutionize? Who knows what Facebook could turn into, it could turn into a media frenzy it could turn into something really bad. Most people wanted to defend  Facebook and say oh it's a social network, but look in the past few days there was a murder. If you are posting everything about your life and letting everyone know who knows what could happen? Like for instance say you post comment about a person and that comment you thought was funny but it wasn't funny to the people who read it or the person who is applying to. Those people could get very mad and lead to un despicable things and you don't want rivalries or gangs just don't say jokes on Facebook because you never know who you might be hurting.

It was a bright and sunny afternoon. The birds chruping pleasntly. The whistle of the wind brustling the branches on the trees.  The leaves changing into vibrant colors.All seems peaceful in this neighborhood.
      All of a sudden there is a gun shot that disburted the peace. A loud scream is heard in the distances. The birds cry in fright. All the tress become bare of leaves. Clouds cover up the sun and block its maginicent rays. The wind stops  all that one can hear is the loud scream in the distances echoing in the ear.
      Trees fall down in despair. Powerlines blow up and cacth on fire. Buildings cacth on fire as well. Street highdrents blow up and water goes everywere. Chaos is strucken by an inocent street were there was no harm but just peace....

Bread and Butter

My bread and my butter is my life.
My bread and butter is the roots that define me.
My bread and butter are the pieces left missing in my mind.

Wishes

I wish upon the night before Christmas for all that I wanted. I wished upon going to Italy before I was 30.My wishes are the past and now it's time to live up to them.

My war

By Matt

When I was young war was a frequent part of my life.

I faced many challenges and boundaries that I had to overcome.

Each day I wake up and war comes upon me.

I always told myself war is a never ending battle.

I now believe that’s not true anymore.

There has got to be somebody out there like me

I was born  like a tiger, born to be free; or maybe a cheetah, born to run far.  I ran away from my dreams all my life and now that I am older there is no turning back.  As each day passes I look out to the horizon hoping that something will find me. But as I get older and older those hopes and dreams slowly fade away. Or do they?

Every time I think of what I could have done differently another day passes.  Every time I wish I passed a test it was over to fast. Every time I thought of her I was scared of the truth.  Should I talk to her again?

But when I first reached my hand into the sky I hoped something would be there but all I felt was air.  The next time raised my hand there was still nothing there.  Then I finally reached up one more time and something grabbed on.    It was something so powerful and strong, that now I am beginning to feel something special.

                                             

But somehow I am a rock.  Yet I am not grey, nor motionless.  I am a rock because of who I am.  My foundations are solid and they will guide me and possibly show me the way.  Tomorrow will come before I roll away.