Love Them

This is for the outcasts.
For the girls who never knew he was a jerk.
For the boys who never tried to stop when she said no.
For the babies who don't know a word yet are understood.
For the little boy that fell from a tree and never got up.
Love them.
This is for those who just stand against a brick wall never moving.
For those who never will be able to speak, or hear, or see.
For those who will never be able to feel the grass under their feet, or be able to run through the fields.
Love them.
This is for those who had a home but will never have one again.
For those children who will never have a full stomach.
For the fun-loving people who can't get enough fun.
Love them.
For if you love them and grasp them and serve them, they will become a lot more closer to you.
For your heart will expand to love those around you.
Your enemies will become someone that you once hated but now you pity them for now you see why they are your enemy.
By loving everyone the world will grow so much kinder and fill the world with a love that no one may understand and they will have peace.
Don't let anyone get in your way of loving them for by loving others their comes a time when the toleration of that person becomes love too.
So all I can give all those around me is kindness and to,
Love them.

Forgetting...

I keep forgetting to feel lonely when I'm alone. I keep forgetting to exercise. To be there when someone needs me. I keep forgetting to do homework... but sometimes I do that purposely. I keep forgetting to feel the wind on my cheeks and enjoy it. I keep forgetting to smile when I am having a rough day. I keep forgetting to say no to people in need. Yet when will we own ourselves completely? For we keep forgetting things like yesterday or tomorrow, for we only live in the present and dwell on the things of the past. But how many of us look forward to the future? For forgetting pulls us into darkness and ignorance of the things that are important. So we keep on forgetting, and tonight is not the last time I'll see the light for there are times that we remember.

Song stories

Bratja(brothers)

Prosti menya, mladshiy brat!
Ya tak pred toboy vinovat.
Pyitatsya vernut' nyelzya
Togo, chto vzyala zyemlya.

Kto znayet zakon Byitiya,
Pomog byi mne nayti otvet.
Zhestoko oshibsya ya;
Ot smerti lekarstva nyet.

Milaya mama! Nyezhnaya!
Myi tak lyubili tebya.
No vse nashi silyi
Potrachenyi byili zrya.

Tebya soblaznil ya
Prekrasnoy nadezhdoy
Vernut' nash semeynyiy ochag.
Moy brat, ya vo vsem vinovat.


Nye plach', nye pechal'sya, starshiy brat!
Nye tyi odin vinovat.
Doroga u nas odna,
Iskupim vinu do dna.

Mnye nye v chem tebya upreknut'.
I ya nye obihen nichut'.
Tyazhek, nash gryekh
Khotet' byit' silneye vsekh.

Milaya mama! Nyezhnaya!
Myi tak lyubili tebya.
No vse nashi silyi
Potrachenyi byili zrya.

Ya sam soblaznilsya
Prekprasnoy nadezhdoy
Vernut' nash semeinyiy ochag.
Ya sam vo vsem vinovat.

No chto zhe nam delat', kak byit'?
Kak vse ispravit', zyabyit'?
Pyitat'sya vernut' nyel'zhya,
Togo, chto vzyala zyemlya.


English transalation


How can I repay you brother mine?
How can I expect you to forgive?
Clinging to the past I shed our blood
and shattered your chance to live.


Though I knew the laws I paid no heed
How can I return your wasted breath
What I did not know has cost you dear
for there is no cure for death.


Beautiful mother, soft and sweet.
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years we reached for you,
alas twas not meant to be.


And how can I make amends,
for all that I took from you?
I led you with hopeless dreams.
My brother I was a fool.


Don't cry for the past now brother mine.
Neither you or I are free from blame.
Nothing can erase the things we did
for the path we took was the same.


How could I expect to call you wrong.
How could you be blamed for what we've done.
Both of us our fools in our desires
for we flew too close to the sun.


Beautiful mother soft and sweet.
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years we reached for you,
alas twas not meant to be.


My dreams made me blind and mute.
I longed to return to that time.
I followed without a word.
My brother the fault is mine.


So where do we go from here?
And how to forget and forgive?
What's gone is forever lost.
Now all we can do is live.


Sung in English by Vic Mignogna except for one verse.


Plot: Two brothers an older and a younger both lost their mother and committed a terrible sin to try to bring her back to life. One brother lost his body the other a few body limbs. The other brother transports his brother's soul into an inanimate object... they now search to find something that will bring their bodies back.


Character: Older brother(speaks first)
                 Younger brother(speaks second)
                 Mother(only mentioned)


Conflict: The boys dead mother brought conflict since their dad left them a long time ago and she was the only one taking care of them. She died a few years after their dad left and they decided to find a way to bring her back but didn't know the taboo of what they were doing which caused them more grief.


Theme: Even though bad things happen the best thing to do is to forget, forgive, and live on.


Setting: Old country home and other places as the brother's travel throughout the world.

Who Said I was Jeaolous?

I could say that I am not jealous of people who write well... but I am as well as this poem written by a person who obviously is already dead this poem is called Sonnet 18... and it's by William Shakespeare.

Shall I campare thee to a summer's day? A lover pining over someone and comparing them to what he/she thinks is beautiful...

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:  again comparing to that of a summer's hue and how the time grows short and yet as it continues this poem states that though death shall not brag and that their eternal summer will not fade but that as long as many things last they shall last also.

I wish that I to can write like this and I like the type of speech it's written in maybe sometime later in the future I will be able to create a piece like this at least my jealousy of it shall keep me writing. But until that time comes I shall hope to do my best with my writing.

I'm Tired

I'm tired.
I'm tired of fighting, of nagging, of not being able to stop my dad from telling me what to do. I'm tired of work, of school, of the painstakingly long hours it takes me to go through school work. I'm tired of feeling tired. I'm tired of living in a house that has a controlling atmosphere. I'm tired of swinging back and forth through life like a roller coaster. Tired of going to school alone. Tired of being afraid for others. Tired of being sore. Tired of wearing a back pack that weighs a third of my own weight. I'm tired of daylights savings time. I'm tired of books, of feeling stupid, of being annoyed. I'm tired of rain. I'm tired of life.

Love Is...

Love is a damsel in distress waiting for her hero. Love is knowing she'll do something only for you. Love is feeling the rhythm of his heart. Loving is knowing they'll always support you. Love is watching a child leave home. Love is waiting for your turn to die. Love is a moment you keep remembering throughout your life. Love is a feeling that is never the same for everyone else when it comes to brothers, sisters, wives, husbands, mothers, and fathers love is different. Love is a friend telling another about their other friends in a good way. Love is having someone to hang out with. Love is never-ending.

Blood

Blood, is it blue as the type color or as it look like when you looks at your veins that is flowing with the substance of liquid of which we call blood. Or is it Red like this type color, as when a deadly blow to the heart sends it (blood) flying into the air or as a simple paper cut bleeds and yet is the most painful in the world. Or is it Both, when it is in the veins or splurging from wounds, blood is continually changing colors, from Blue to Red. Always, always changing. Forever until the ends of the Earth flowing, and beating and living.Without it our hearts will not beat in the rhythm that we're used to. Blood is the liquid needed most. Moving from one color to the other blood is a versatile substance that everyone is born with and will live with for the rest of their entire lives.