The Compilation

The calm before the storm;
The creeping darkness.
The end of a dreary year draws near;
But nothing is over yet.
The war is not over.
The battle has just begun.

When the conflict is over,
All will be sacrificed.
So much time and effort,
And loss is all I may look forward to.
So much time and effort,
And brushing potential is the best this antique can do.

An army of trees will descend upon me;
My only weapon smaller than the sword--
Yet mightier.
It will ensure for me a brighter future,
While my peers bask in their humanity.
All that holds them back is all that they are.

But I am free, and I am not afraid.
I will go all in, because if I do not succeed,
I have no future, and was not made for a purpose.
Failure will not exist, only the temporary bliss of accomplishment.
The only reward life itself can give.

My being will give all it can,
Until it is no more.

There's no limit to how well a person may do in life. They are only limited by how much they want to succeed. The handicapped are not exempt, for they may work as hard as they can, and find purpose in funding organizations that may one day be able to right the wrong in their DNA. Sure, today they may not succeed as much as they could have, but possibly others will.

Everyone looks at the little picture, although this isn't bad, it isn't good either. In high school, this trait is as apparent as the transparency of one's peers. They cling to the emotional support of their relationships for dear life, refusing to admit that even if their pathetic quest for happiness succeeds, it will eventually degrade to what their parent's relationship is. The world is weak.

People waste precious time with others when they could be studying or working, preparing for the big picture, the future. Instead, you see the overweight, with their stereotypical New Years resolution give way at McDonald's. You see relationships in high school that fall apart over a pathetic power struggle. The most painful thing though, is when a person dashes their potential and sacrifices everything so that they may not be lonely. Even if their character, and those who really care for them suffer as a result.

I won't fall prey to that...I will live out my potential to its limits and die alone. It's not because I want to, but so few people have a determination to succeed. Those who do do it for all the wrong reasons. There is no moral basis, it is only to satiate their greed. Although it is sad, the life I picked among all others I could've will leave me feeling as though I have lived a full life, even though that is impossible.

All you can do as work hard, trading the time you've wasted feeding the economy to only feed it again, but to pamper yourself in a way you feel you deserve. Then, when your manufactured heaven disintegrates into reality, the pain of being nothing more than a worker drone will not sink in. It should, but it won't. Because people tend to avoid the realities for the mental comfort, and through this method partially alienate themselves from what's really going on.

That's why America isn't the most lovable country in the world. The people are given so much that they are judgmental of other countries. They think they know what's right, and by interfering in conflicts, piss other governments off. The vast majority of people believe that when we do that, we're doing the world a favor. America's people are in their own little world, allowing religion to rule, instead of guide their life. Their friends tell them things that are not fact but false, and through this, bigotry can be formed.

In short, communication has done more harm than good for just about anyone, because people don't do what's right, they do what's best for them.

The contents of a dream are often understood. Some take them to be a foresight into what may be or has been, a tidbit of personality definition on one's part, or an indication of a problem in one's life. One thing that is normally agreed upon is that they stand for at least something, so, why not take a look at one? After all, it's my first short story that is actually loaded with symbolism.

The moon's reflection trailed the center of the ocean, leading up towards the the shore like a beam of light through a pit of oscillating black fog. Everything had a kind of pale-blue luminescence, making the empty shore appear ghostly and abandoned. The wind howled, an announcement of sorts that a tempest was making its arrival. Past the rolling dunes and beach grass a mansion stood in isolation, a border between the coast and the wood behind it.

Inside this dwelling, the home appeared to have all the trappings of a large dinner party, save the people. All of the utensils had been neatly set up along a rather expansive table, the chair perfectly uniform as well as the eating paraphernalia. The white marble floor was polished to where it acted as a mirror, in a vain attempt to become what it could not, to serve some other purpose than to be walked on. The walls were as plain as a manila folder, symmetrically lined with candles with the aid of a ceiling-bond chandelier to illuminate the room. In a far corner, a man sat, a rather roughed appearance, being in business attire and his clothes wrinkled and as least professional as they could possibly be. He was tough. In hand he possessed a whiskey bottle, drank it straight and seemed delighted by how not a drop of it was smooth. He was tired, and had dark half-moons under his eyes. He asked why I was there. Why anyone would be here. Crazily enough, he inquired as to why he himself was there, and for these question came no answer. Clearly, he was either drunk or mad.

He got up, a now empty bottle in hand, and he began to rattle of questions as he approached me in a somewhat mediocre form of walking, which involved dragging one's legs behind one another. His grayed hair veiled his eyes, and a grin widen across his face. Now, instead of asking questions of identity, the questions were of things I had done in life, how I functioned. I never answered, but in a situation like this, a weapon wouldn't have been unwelcome. He asked things such as why I pushed people away, why I trusted no one, why I handled different social situations with different personalities, why to me love of all kinds shapes and forms was far from simply being far from my reach. As if to garner some reaction, he repetitiously repeated how abnormal and unhealthy all of that was. His voice became lighter, and lighter, until the weightlessness and acoustics of the house combined in a way that anyone would believe the wretched palace was haunted by the damned.

He stopped a couple feet away, leaning to his left slightly. Answer, he commanded. Of course I refused to. Answer me, god dammit! was his only response to the silence. It had a strange echo throughout the house, as if an audience were repeating the very same words. He shook his head, as he saw all was in vain. He said I had a choice and had to apparently make a decision, and somehow I felt this was an ultimatum. He offered me the options. He said I could kill myself, run away, or do the lucrative thing and take the haunting building by force. I asked why, and he simply asked where I homeless man such as myself would go from here. I said I didn't want the place, and turned around to leave.

Why not, he asked, this is your place, after all.




Proxzki Note:The following line is the ending I would've preferred in stead of this one, but in my opinion it lacks the meaning the real one had. Guess it's cause it would've made it a horror genre then. ^ ^

-I turned, and he began to bash me over the head with the bottle, and it failed to break.-

I need to get back.
Back to the place I was before.
A grove of confidence.
Fruits of labor to add color to my life.
A gardener to keep the paths clear and true.

The home I never had.
A fire to stop my heart from turning cold.
The sound of an ocean to soothe the waves of my mind.
Rooms shrouded in memories of achievement.
The absence of presence.

A career eternal.
I will never retire, for there's always need.
A day on the job is just a game.
A distraction from the world around.
Entertainment for the world within.

A life, a legacy, something to have and leave behind.
A fortune for the friends.
A car for the dearest.
A word for the wise.
Love for the departed.