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Not Drowning, But FlyingHidden deep within the jungle, far removed from the outside world, there lay a village. On the night of the Festival of Colours, the villagers would paint their bodies in all the raiments of the Earth and Sky and dance long into the night. They continued in this way until the Outsiders came. They were men in white cloth, who led cattle and cut down the trees so their animals might graze. Then there came hunters, who carried rifles and stalked wildlife for their flesh and hides.
A boy called Bharu lived in the village. His mother had come from the Outside and even though she had taught him their language, she had given up that world to join the village. However these Outsiders did not change, they offered the villagers weapons and medicines, but the boy was afraid. When his father called the villagers together, he told them they must accept these Outsiders and the gifts they brought. Bharu wept, for if his people joined the Outsiders, they would be themselves no more.
He ran to th
ContradictionMaybe I don’t understand the world,
Maybe I understand too much.
I could be so genius I look past,
I could be so clueless I never saw.
Either way, it doesn’t make sense.
Why love isn’t returned,
Why we go crazy,
Why choices suddenly change,
Why things go backwards.
People hate, get angry.
Then, someone leaves…
And they fall in love.
I don’t understand it.
Going to depths,
To bring someone back,
Who is already gone.
Why do we try?
You use selfless actions,
In selfish attempts.
It only contradicts yourself.
It’s the creator of these problems.
Philosophy.Humans are creatures of habit. We start with good intentions, and our values are always true to us in the beginning, but our sinful tendencies get the best of us, and we turn into the very thing that influenced our change from the start. Consequently, our ignorance and forgetfulness of those who made similar mistakes in the past has condemned this statement to hold its unfortunate truth throughout our existence. Forever we remain the same, evolved but still just as misinformed, trapped in an ongoing chain of misfortune. As dreary from which this allegation may seem, it is still, my belief. History has shown an unwanted pattern of gruesome occurrences, all with similar aspects too coincidental to deem so. Our obstinate behavior is the simple yet disregarded cause, and proceeding with this attitude will only lead to our predictive and premature demise. Ignorance, greed , and submissive behavior….these are the characteristics in people that cause the most obvious and potentially fo
Waiting in Chinatown (a very short story)I’m sitting in a restaurant on the corner of two streets in Chinatown. I’m waiting for someone. She was supposed to meet me at 1:00 for lunch. That was half an hour ago. I’m starting to lose hope.
I’m sipping on some green tea. It’s okay, although I've never been much of a tea drinker. The waitress walks over to me. Her English isn't very good, but I can make out that she’s losing patience with me. It’s understandable; I've been sitting here alone for half an hour and I haven’t ordered anything except tea. I order another cup, simply as a stalling tactic.
I watch people walk by. Not as many of them are Chinese as you’d think. Chinatown in London is different from others I've been to. The Chinatown here is almost all restaurants and shops; very few Chinese people actually live here. They’re spread out all across London. There are almost as many whites, blacks, and Asians here as there are Chinese people. I like it though; it ma
Meaning of LifeWe live to learn.
Once we learn we take our jobs.
These jobs are seen as out “place” in life.
But all those jobs do,
Is make impact
For the next generation.
It’s all a loop,
That can’t be why
We individually live.
In science we’re taught,
Some animals die
So that must be it.
But, living to create more,
That will do the same,
Just to die?
Well, then no.
That can’t be right either.
There’s more, I’m sure.
But if those ideas,
Came to nothing,
Then tell me.
What is the unknown meaning?
Why do we live?
What’s the point?
Why is life a “chance”?
How did we even come to be,
And live for?
The Unhappy MermaidThe Unhappy Mermaid
Off the coast of the Hawaiian islands a pod of merfolk lived under the forever moving currents of the ocean. They swam in the reefs under the light of the full moon and dove out to the deep waters by day. Their life was peaceful and calm. One mermaid was not happy with playing with dolphins and collecting sea shells. She wanted to fall in love.
The mermaids name was Kaimana , which means diamond and that is exactly what Kaimana thought she was. No one was as good as her. She was the fastest swimmer and had the most beautiful hair. Her tail was a deep magenta color, different from the common greens and blues. Kaimana thought very high of herself but that did not make her completely unloving. She was kind when expected but mean whenever anyone questioned her choices. Pride was one of the mermaids flaws, but not the worst. No, the worst flaw was Kaimana’s inability to be happy.
One cool night, when the moon was but a sliver, the merfolk surfaced above one
Poetic Stories: Death's PeaceIt all begins with the thought
I feel so dead being alive,
And imagining myself dead,
I’d be so much more alive
Many times, it’s that thought,
That means they can’t turn back themselves.
With that statement,
There’s no more fighting.
They want better, to find peace.
Maybe death is peace and all, but…
Those who fall under that statement,
They don’t quite realize,
The peacefulness in death.
The elderly - they die in peace.
The young… Do they ever truly die with a smile?
Life is not peace, it’s never peace.
Not for anyone.
Life is a harsh time full of happy moments.
Death is a tragic peace.
But there’s a reason that’s chronological.
You must live before you die.
You need to experience peace and the bad.
Not just experience, but understand.
That’s why the older people are when they die,
The more peaceful it’s found.
The reason that they can die with a smile.
Not because they’re running away from life,
The Fall Of The AngelsThe Fall of the Angels
Lucivar, the Shining One. The Prince of the Morning. The Light of Dawn. These were his names when I knew him in the days before the earth was formed. Lucivar, Beloved of Heaven, chief of the Angels of Light. He was my best friend, my brother, my dearest companion.
He was beautiful; shining white hair that flowed down his back, enormous pristine wings that were soft as down and always immaculately groomed, luminous eyes full of joy and wonder.
He was gentle, mild-mannered, soft-spoken. I loved him fiercely, as I suspect many of my other brothers and sisters did. He was the favorite of God, and much time passed during which he was in rapt conversation with Him.
I remember all too well the day I finally opened my eyes and saw the fearful flaw lurking insidiously beneath that perfect exterior… Vanit
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