thewriter19

English assignment (I thought u guys would like it)

One day the boy sprints through the forest, conflicted. Many of his neighborhood friends ran through the miles of forests changing with the leaves. The full moon bleeds like a wolf biting into his victim. The soil beneath his feet that blocks the moon mimics the rush of adrenaline overcrowding his judgment. Shadows pass the honorable warrior. His close allies stand behind him armed with guns that shoot plastic pellets that cut right through the cold autumn breeze. Then, the ambush arrives from the enemy. Under the lunar eclipse, the river beside them reflected the bloodlust that each boy had. I slip away and climb the tall oak, squashing the soft dirt with my shoes, and hearing the echo of the whizzing pellets on the earth.

None of the neighborhood invaders know of my location. Wisdom becomes intertwined with the blood coursing through my veins. He holds the dual weapons and looks down upon his enemies like an owl stalking mice covered with innocence in the height of the black night. The red moon slowly gains her original white cover, as he begins to grip the triggers coated with plastic. The shock that I created dilates the fear in their eyes. They were stuck on the ground, and our elite warriors surrounded them. I attempt to descend from the tall oak tree, with a victorious smile; however, I suddenly misplace my step and descend to the earth like a fallen angel. My enemies outnumber my allies and I; the hypocrites point the weapons of imaginary destruction at our team, losing our hope forever.

We became prisoners, trapped in their fort on the dark side of the woods.  My best friend and I look around the area looking for anyway to ambush them like a snake waiting to strike his prey. Suddenly the sound of something falling from above gives us creativity.  We look down and see our key, acorns from the oak tree bearing new opportunities and life. Becoming decisive and diligent, we scoop up our artillery and unleash our fury. Fog creeps across the scene covering up the battle for the outside world.

The fog start to fade as a voice calls my name. “Will, wake up, what is the Sine of this triangle?” It is time to find my weapons under my feet and free myself from my containment.

By: thewriter19

Writers Block

Its been hard but I think I am getting back on track

Similarities

Worried
These Mice Scurry in panic
Trapped
The penguin sleeps on the ice

Sun
Gives the ultimate blessing
Moon 
Reflects the light

Day
Open for everyone to see past uncertainty
Night
Cloaks and protects

Fear
Another Spider gets swashed into the soil
Overpopulation
Mosquitoes continue to gnaw the blood for substance

Truth
Stinging with a sharp cut
Lies
Clawing away any piece of healed skin

Fire
Burns with intense heat and flames
Water
Engulfs and suffocates any that crosses it’s path

Love
Gates the eyes to insanity
Hate
Locks your soul away

Friendship
Often Leads to betrayal
Loneliness
Haunts any living thing with eyes

God
Creates stupidity and hypocrisy
Science
Destroys morals and an inner spiritual beauty

Knowledge
Gives us true power
Greed
Corrupts anyone for selfish gain

Balance
It is necessarily for our rotation

Yin
Yang

Grey
The Red Tide

Good
Evil

Strength
Weakness

Bravery
Cowards

Correct
Wrong

Wisdom
Foolish

Proof
Illusions

Creation
Destruction

Alpha
Omega

Begin
End

Life
Death

Opposites
are
Similarity’s

By: thewriter19

Changing Tune

The defending melody
Last song projected
From the source that slips away slowly
into
extinction

Fighting
Gnawing
Uprising
Freeing
Crowing
Drowning
Frowning
Dying

Still the Pianist cannot be seen
clouds from the waves cover the forest
Fueled with Flames

Plagues intrigue the stars
As each light inside of the darkened sky fades away
The Pianists song plays

Dropping weights the sink like anvils through the single house
In the city of fading lights

Fighting
Gnawing
Uprising
Freeing
Crowing
Drowning
Frowning
Dying

Only the bloody sea remains of the ocean
The High and Low Tides

Change
and become manipulated

All of the waters bleed

The message that rang through each Isolated Island
Fell silent

This world has another Tune ringing

Throughout every corner of the earth
The submerged Maroon Trees
Hovering in the reversed mountains
Listen

To the Next Song

Created by the Bleeding Ocean

Cloaking
Trying
Grasping
Destroying
Swirling
Growing
Smiling
Dying

By: thewriter19

Writing Break

I am going to think about how I should write and make many changes on my style of presenting my information. 

Five voices

A long time ago, there were thousands of trees in the forest, but they were lured away and became a product, and now less then a dozen tall oak trees remain. One tree is extra special, because it is the youngest and tallest tree from the survivors. And he never spoke a word

Then…Five voices call out to the quiet oak tree in the depleted forest.

The first voice is a temping hiss from the chameleon. She declares that he isn’t useful, and that he must transform, so he can provide the world more use. The Chameleon continues to temp the tree. She suddenly hisses…”Your trunk, you can provide energy, and have provide the world with paper. Just think about all that you can do for the world, all of the smiles that you will make. Its selfish to keep all of those resources for yourself”

The second voice was from the top of mount Everest. He was proud and powerful, however there was a sense of hidden timidness in his words. “Tall Quiet Oak Tree remember all of your kind that gave in, know that they aren’t dead, but just take on new recycled forms. Those products are important for the way things work. But remember, only the tree connected to the earth. Those products don’t feel the earth in the way that you do, you are apart of the rotation and balance, you are more important then you think, never forget your “.

The third voice is a tiny whisper hardly audible. The source is from the tiny black ant crawling through the trunk. “You are very wise and connected with the planet, because of you, I have a home. Just like a fish cannot survive without water and penguins need the polar ice caps to thrive. All of the ants need trees to build their home, and to be safe from our enemy’s constant attack.”

The fourth voice is from the sun. Only the tree can his voice telepathically in his mind. “Oak tree you have learned to stay silent and keep inner peace. I will give you my light and wisdom. Only living plants can harvest my light for energy. Products that are created from your wood don’t feel my warmth and my energy. Take and Eat. Implant your roots deeper in the ground and you will discover many things. One day, many years from now…you will understand that if you defend your identity as a oak tree, you will benefit the world.”

The tree eats some of the energy, and expresses something deep inside. But then…
The fifth voice screams loudly His voice is heard miles away. The fifth voice is a lifeless object possessed by Gluttony and greed. The chainsaw shouts “YOU MUST DIE, I DON’T CARE IF YOU VOLUNTEER OR REFUSE. YOU WILL FALL FOR OUR BENEFIT.

Then if a flash. The oak tree falls and never experiences the earth again. Never fed off of the sun again. Never rooted deep and never felt the cool drops of water. After the young tree is gone, life soon departs and the remaining trees wither.

The young tall quiet tree……balanced out life
no one sees this.

Out of the destruction and the removal of the quiet oak

At his final act of life, he released a gift to the earth
a single acorn
Waiting to be born

By: thewriter19

Attention

Solitude continues to carry its silent burden

Violence destroys spiritual unity

What more can I say?

The ocean has low and high tides 

Lies reach there devastating status

Class encircles me with these iron bars

on my soul

Horrific Screams are heard

The innocent sheep are lured

God breathes and the earth shakes

Girls from all over the world double take

My pen reaches deeper then any of the great lakes

Friends, Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, Sons, Citizens of the earth

Hear me now and discover the reason for your birth

Pay attention because sometimes

The right cure approaches in mysterious ways

From the endless blockade of fear

To the inability to conduct a master piece

Humanity must be released from the iron grip

or else…

We will all fall from our once enlightened souls

we will melt with the snow

and be know as the species that fell to pieces

all because…

we were controlled with our own greed

and this eliminated our spiritual need

We must change our ways

We must pay attention

to the person inside of the outward complexion

The Will in White

One day grey walks down the endless hall

He finds a single piece of loose leaf on the dirty ground

Picking it up, he suddenly sees The stories that he once told

The Will in white was happy Unified and innocent

No drugs, booze, hate, rage, or sadness controlled him

He never fought the temporary pleasure she brought

But at the end the inner light was never shown

With complete white In the present, he begins to unlock a new era

Just like the person that he use to be

Before his innocence was lost like this sheet of loose leaf

I remember walking with her our hands were interlocked

We both wore a white covering

I saw a beautiful light in those cheating lying eyes

That was hidden from me with your beautiful hair locks

Clocks use to stop

The Will that wore white Was so happy with his life

But… That was so long ago

The peaceful journey through the wind and the snow

She gave me peace and releaf

I made so many connections with her

I can’t believe I actually use to believe that I can be happy, in love, and get laid

This will who covers his body with black Suddenly thinks back

Before cigarettes attacked his innocence

We sat on the green beautiful hill

Overlooking the summer sky together

She stared in my innocent eyes

Seeing the way the sun was reflected in my dark brown eyes

She saw someone who was special to her Deep inside,

I sung to myself believing that this was true love
However.

I had no idea

That as soon as I discovered her secret

That she cheated and simply used me for selfish praise

I would burn up my white clothes in a growing inner fire

The process was complete As soon as she moved on to her next victim

The Will who wore white was completely divided

The happiness was cut up in thousands of pieces

Defeated by her lies and her untrustworthy personality

The innocence that everyone once loved Was smothered out from the growing red marks

The peaceful white dove Transformed into the unlucky unappreciated black cat This has been Will for 2 and a half long years

Until… April 23rd

when I found this piece of loose leaf I discovered my innocence hiding from the black flames

The white clothes blocked the devastation from the growing fire

All along

Finally…

After two long years of being divided, transformed, and trapped

In my emotional enflamed net

The Will in White flies away into the healing sunset

By: thewriter19