Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

Quite true mane. Quite true.

I like.

your writing really sucks jeremy, give it up your horrible at it. just because u have your own website to express your thoughts, it doesn't mean they are quality enough to express them to the world...

Well, okey dokey, its short story time! And yep, this is fictional.

I hate the rain. Its not that it reminds me of lost love, or that it runs down my face like tears, making me think of all the times I've cried. I just don't like the concept of rain. Every thing between the clouds and my face is contained in a solitary raindrop. So as the rain pelted down on my back that night, all I could really think about was what was in the air that night. I don't know exactly what it could have been. The air had been filled with hatred, with the putrid stench of murderous prejudice. It was that feeling that washed over me, that ran into my eyes, through my beard, and down into the ground. All of the coarse feelings that I'd felt were permeating the earth, turning it into mush under my feet. As I put my back to the tree, I began to feel a familar rage wash over me. A rage unlike any I'd felt before, one that I knew could not emanating from me. As I sat listening to the hot, wet, dark forest around me, all I could hear was each raindrop hitting the ground, the leaves, everything around me. As each drop hit, it became louder and louder, till finally it sounded like bones snapping. Then I heard it. The lone dry stick in the forest, snapped. Everything became silent as every muscle in my body tensed. That's when I saw them. The rain had washed over them just as it had washed over me, and I knew that they were as full of hatred as it was. As I wiped the rain from my eyes, I begin to see them for what they really were, a group of sad children, playing games that their parents played, each dressing and acting as their parents did. Suddenly the forest disappeared, and I was standing face to face with myself. And I realized, all of the things that I saw in everyone else, I saw in myself. If I couldn't remove the hatred from myself, I never could expect to have the hatred removed from anyone else. This may all have been a dream, but only I could make it a reality, either one to abhor, or one to absolve my own hatred.

dear howsoonisnow?,
it amazes me how cowards will hide behind a silly name. what amazes me more is someones audacity to actually degrade anothers work. its not that your opinion doesn't count, cause it doesn't. its just that your opinion is trash because your vague identity leaves you without a voice. its just too aweful bad for you that your voice is over ruled by the majority. yeah, we know jeremy isn't a hemmingway or a shakespeare. but then, at least he has the guts to post his name as do such grleat men because they know their voice has an identity and their identity has a voice.
sincerely,
tommy

Whoa!! Nice thought tommy, good point. Besides this is Misconstrued thoughts nothing has to make sense or sound intelligent, thats why we love this website, cause no one is afraid to say whats on thier mind, and they shouldn't be put down if they do! Besides I don't think that Jeremy would have this website if he cared what the "world" thought in the first place!
Nice short story Javann, even if you didn't use your real name!! ha ha ..

Yay, Poem Time!

A lost dove
is like peace
without love:
symbolizing life in misdirection.

A lost rat
is like a dead gnat:
few may pay it any attention.