The Last Day

Everybody was tense. It has been half an hour since Jake entered the emergency room. It was a very unexpected time for his heart to fail, right in the middle of the 100m Regional Championship Race. Nobody had expected it, he seemed fine when he walked to the starting line. When the ‘go’ signal sounded he dashed to the second place, and was starting to outpace the first place holder. As he passed the 50m mark he was head-to-head with his adversary.

Our Empire

We were the outcasts. The socially unaccepted people. The weird people. The nerds, the geeks, the ringlets, the war in the star, the Potters, the rockers, the rollers, the goth, the emo, the us. That's who we are. A group of people that society deemed have unwanted qualities. But who is society anyways? Isn't it the collection of people in a community? Well if that is true then why would we, the society, deem ourselves unwanted? We are a part of society after all. No, society is not that in reality. Society is an empire with the 'popular' as ruler, self appointed ruler in which we have no idea how they got there at the first place. When this empire turns on us, what do we do? Build our own empire.

Me in Songs

I needed a more poetic title then "Songs That Describes Me." Such a bland and non captivating way of saying it.Of course 'Me in Songs' could lead to some misunderstanding on the purpose of the text., but I digress. This is a list of songs that best describes me. I came up with five, but there's probably more. Listen to it and learn the true me.

Not Yet

The skies were filled with fire. The air was filled with smoke and ash. The house couldn't hold on for much longer. The structure was already weak with age and the barrage of artillery was not helping it stand up. It would be crazy to have stayed in the house any longer, but getting out into the streets would have been down right insane.

Dead, an adaptation of the song by My Chemical Romance

An attempt to make a story of the song Dead by My Chemical Romance. Hope it's not as much of a fail as I think it is.

Fly

Have I ever told you that I was a little bit poetic? No, I suppose not. Well here's one of my finer poems. Please do enjoy and give your input on it.

The Face of Death

All is Death and Death is all. No one survives Death, all things it consumes. We might forget Death, but he will always be there waiting for the time to consume our souls. And one day he will consume your. What will you do then? Run? Well he'll catch up soon enough. As for me, I didn't run. I stood my ground till I fell; and even then I still swung my sword.

Ira Tempestas - Wrath of the Storm

The battle did not go as planned; but then again it never does. He'd start worrying when battles start going as planned, mused Nabeel. The Orks had drove up the center of the line leaving it bent like a bow. Reinforcements were due within the hour, but they encountered trouble along the way when the first landraider of the convoy was destroyed by an Ork raiding party. The raiders were thrown back, but the broken landraider still posed a problem in the one lane road.

Hiraeth - A Story of Homes

Hiraeth-(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you can not return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for lost places in you past.

We all have our moments of hiraeth, I'm going to tell you mine.