A Shipwreck In The Sand

Once upon a time.

Before the lakes and rivers were polluted,
before the animals were poached to extinction,
and before man had destroyed the earth's atmosphere,

there was a great ship.

This vessel was to venture into new waters, to find new resources, to make life easier and more enjoyable.

It was a simple mission for the crew, who were excited to be a part of this union. They pledged their allegiance to the captain, and vowed to be there no matter what - in sickness, health, and possible death.

As time passed by, there was no new land to be found. As the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer and colder, the crew became more and more skeptical about the captain's vision.

Originally passionate and committed, true and faithful, they began to revolt.

"You've crossed the line. I was honest, I never promised anything.
Just a brotherhood to stand for something.
And everyone should take the lead, follow your dreams.
If you don't try, you fail."

And as the mutiny started and the captain was overthrown and chained, he asked them why their minds had changed.

"There's no gold to be found, no treasures in the ground.

We won't die for this, we won't die for you."

His dream is now a shipwreck in the sand. They gave up, they made all their demands.
The storm consumed fifty-seven souls who died in vain, his love - they stole.

This union, a battle fought and lost.
This union was not about the cause.
This union was never about love.


by Neil Boshart, Josh Bradford and Paul Koehler.

to the crooked decrees and twisted ordinances, we believe in.

Not now,

Despite that scent of an aging longing,
I'm not ready - blind to the obvious,
Yet I can't help but to give in.
Bitter to my own advice.

Not yet.

M
I.O

"let me fall, sil vous plait? "

under the knife, do you believe we will ever make it?

9.50 am.

I woke up to a song which sings "Wake me up inside, tell me there's a reason.". You rang.

Another morning? Hardly.

"A glimpse is better than nothing, right?" you said. Heh. Right, fine.

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And faintly you came tapping, tapping on my shoulder. Without a doubt, I knew it was you. A stunning beauty in a dark beige trench coat and an oh-so-familiar necklace, glimmering.

We both gave our usual greets followed by the whole "It's been ages!" ice breaker.

For a good thirty minutes in the evening, we both sat there. With our cupcakes at hand; I told you my story, you laughed and out came the sarcastic remarks. Despite the rather long and adolescent rant, you sat there with a face that understood every single word of it.

I smiled. Because at the end of the tormenting taunts, I knew you'd give me some sense of so called "peace" - and you did.

You gave me a long glance and said "What do you expect?"

"Hmm?"

You shrugged and said "You got what you asked for. Just that what you asked, isn't really what you wanted."

One would wonder, why ask for something that you don't want?

And before I could barely finish "I'd rather have..."

"...a glimpse than nothing at all?" you uttered and smiled.


How did he put it? "If you can't get the whole pie, ask for a slice."


To think the last time we both met, we waltz to our hearts content. Good times. Sorry for the ankle bruises.

The time came for you leave and we both knew it will be a while til' our next encounter. We exchanged laughs, as if our goodbyes had become quite a common routine - a friendly hug.

And so you left; you brought along to your departure, my secret - a secret so many know about, yet so few really understand.


Til' we meet again.

mute the tv, i'm trying to be emo

To say it's been a while would be quite an understatement.

After finally being able to gain access to the web, I am reminded of a statement told from a friend while I was back.

She said "You'd know when he's back when he starts writing again.". Suggesting I only write when ...yeah you get the point.

So here's to you Aimi and happy birthday. My gift to you, a new post. Enjoy.

-

"Beauty is in the details."

You can't really appreciate something (or someone) until you've noticed the small details.

Whether it's the smooth texture of an oil painted wonder, the subtle taste of Parmesan in a simple Greek soup, or her radiating smile from around the corner.

But then again, we grow unwary of these 'small details'. Sometimes forced upon us to finally realizing them - like the whole "You'd only miss something, once it's gone." shenanigans from part three.

Others, so focused on one agenda that they become so oblivious to what's around them. Not seeing what's right next to them, waiting.

Now, details could also mean the attachment it brings - their history.

Right.

Like an old silver ring I found from a box of old things which is engraved with the word 'Horde' which to the naked eye seems like another piece of cheap jewelery.

But along with it came great memories which undoubtedly shape who I am today. Such as the constant guidance that was taught, the painful memories of disbanding and meeting again in blood and tears. Times where staying up til 5am was a common routine and a new meaning to the word "squishy" is born.

And yes, there was a hint of jealousy, anger, regret and again oh so much pain. Especially, that unforgettable teary moment over "vent" that fueled me with guilt and self-anger. Sorry again love.

However, at the end of it, gave birth to one of the strongest friendship that could possibly be forged by mankind and the wide smile from the adolescent joy that comes with it.


You'll be greatly missed, Jermaine.

Blergh

There are some days that just don't feel right. Days when you know, it's gonna be bad.

It starts out fine and then shit hits the fan.

Shit happens.

deal with it.

we run into walls for a reason.

"To return to what we are used to, is only human.
To learn and embrace change, is a new beginning - a new day."

Flip a coin, maybe that'll help.

We all face many choices/decisions/options. Some forced into, others we just have to make.

Some decision, we just don't even have a say in.

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So when we do get a choice, it comes down to two choices;

the 'want' choice - or the 'greed' choice is usually the one most people take.

This one usually means when the choice is given, we take the option that would benefit ourselves primarily (of course). Though occasionally, there are those known as the silent victims whom due to your decision, had to pay the consequences.

Now I know I don't need to mention examples here but just for the sake of argument, why not. From unnoticeable things like, buying the last ticket to the bloody concert and the poor guy behind you has to face the 'Sold Out' sign. To the heart broken, like finding out the person you like is seeing another person via Facebook/myspace. Basically, it's the whole yingyang thing - if you're happy, possible someone linked will suffer.

then there's..

the right choice

In this modern era where everyone is just 'looking out for themselves', this choice is usually thrown out the window. This choice usually sacrificing your own needs for the benefit of others. Like giving the old lady the last loaf of bread left in the supermarket or just spending time with a friend in need rather than going on that hot date. Like what karma suggests, "do good onto others and others will do good to you.". A load of horse crap or blind truth? - that's your own opinion.

This choice also means doing something that we need or should have done; not necessarily what we want to do. Like the whole 'cheese cake or salad choice', sure it's yummy but you're tummy will pay for it.

So I shall leave you to ponder
Is what you're doing really what's right?
Or you're contempt that what you're doing is what you want?