now

lets not clean up after ourselves lets run in the rain lets climb a tree and jump into the sea lets run through the field barefoot lets play with no coat and forget our hat lets frolic in the waves and swim with the dolphins lets write words that have no meaning lets stare at the sun while we chew on our gum lets throw rocks in the pond and make friends with the frogs lets make a cake and eat it too lets make a song that cheers someone up lets bury our watches our phones and our money lets be animals ill be a wolf lets swim to the south pole and fish with the penguins lets make a big kite and fly to the space station lets jump real high so the sky is the floor and the stars are our friends lets make our picture and hang it to cover the hole in the world with brightness and beauty so that God looks down and smiles and comes over to have some tea and cake.

Let's live life to it's fullest, as if there's no tomorrow.

A young warrior stands up tall
His blade shining in the sun
The strength of his body uncontainable
His arm longs for bloodshed

Impatiently he trains and hones his skills
He yearns for the day when he is unleashed
To fight in glorious battle against evil so foul
To return home a champion

Day after day, gaining strength in his being
He grows tough, quick, agile and strong
The wounds he receives are met with great joy
For they teach him the way of war

On this day he is called
This day it is for real
He shudders with anticipation
And quenches the bile of fear

Is he ready to face this challenge?
Will he stand up brave and true?
Can he face this day with glory?
Is he really ready for this fight?

The sights and smells of battle
Alien to his senses
The glory imagined diminished through sight
His consciousness battered

The missiles of war soar past his head
The clanging of steel so near
The screams of the dying resounding around
One last breath before the plunge

Cleaving the skull of an enemy he turn
Shoves his sword to spill out one's guts
Limbs being cleft with smoothness of motion
Puddles of blood at his feet

The screams of the wounded reverberate
They become lost in his mind
For killing is his life now
An eternity without end

Suddenly his chest becomes cold
Looking down he sees
The piece of tree in his chest
Letting out his soul

He pulls the arrow from his heart
Blood gushes from the wound
Pushing his sword through a man's spine
Another enemy down

His eyes start to blur
He feels the bite of steel
His arm cleft through by the sword of another
Falling to the ground

Laying on his back in a pool of innards
He has no time to think
Was this what his life was for
As he raises his.........

Monday, monday!

So. Here we go again, another Christmas looming on the horizon and me wasting my time writing a stupid blog that no one will read, to put off doing my insurmountable pile of schoolwork....

Anyway, I've decided that I hate Thanksgiving break. Coming back to school hurts too much, especially since there's only a week left of regular classes. I had an Exam today, too. That sucked. I really don't care about what are 8 out of the 12 requirements for consent of a search according to criminal law. Geez.

I need to start sleeping. I'm starting to hallucinate. I just looked outside and saw a face in the bushes. Oh boy. I'm starting to forget stuff, too. Like what I was gonna write here, for example... Oh well. Goodbye.