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For the one who has been Hawed

Tenacious pains from inside
With my mind they will abide
Hoping for them to subside
But ever within they do reside
Making them change I have so tried
Which mind is it that has now lied?

I ever want it to be true
The problems feelings be so few
These things inside are not new
It’s the ocean that is always blue
To know that we both have a clue
What is it that I must do?

Hope and prospect is what I need
On positive thoughts to always feed
And that is what I hope to seed
The expansion of joy I want to breed
Laughing and Smiles never bleed
But the reality is we all need geed?

Quote a Creative Writing Thursday?

Well I meant to bring the quotes... and well they sit at home... so we'll combine quotes wed creative write Thurs.

I Meant

I meant to quote your words
But I forgot them in my head

I meant to quote that humor
Yet I remember something I read

The two things i mention are nothing alike
But I've been forgetful since a lil tyke

I meant to quote your words
To keep them was my endeavor

I meant to quote that thought
But its in my head lost and gone forever

But to desire to do is not the same
to come through with completion that gives fame

I meant to quote your words
I would write them to remember

I meant to quote your ideas
Yet I loss everything as if its touched an ember

Maybe next time I'll know what you said
But one things for certain its sure not in my head

But it was funny.
I think?
I don't remember
Honestly
Sorry.

You said some funny words

The Conclusion of the story.

This week we find the completion of the story. If you've not kept up Here are

Parts 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

And to complete this 10,000 word story....

As Elbert walked down the steps he distanced himself from what nearly was a cosmos changing decision. In fact his decision to walk away, was a change to the universe in itself. It wasn't a universe that anyone knew could happen or would happen, for Elbert was the only one knowledgeable of this universe, this possibility. As Elbert reached the final step he squeezed through the door to the outside light. It was almost blinding as compared to the tranquil twilight that had filled the little room in which he had sat. But that dawning of light into his eyes was a reminder of the great acts he had done for people through the years. He could think back with pride to what he had done for his family while they were here.

Elbert looked down to the flower that sat in his pocket. This simple flower had been the turning point. That which had reminded him what was truly important in the world. Elbert continued out of the alley and stood on the street on which a diminishing crowd was found. What had been a insurgence of excitement had now diminished with the speed which Elbert had changed his mind and attitude. There had passed one of the most famed people in the free world, the president of the United States. And his presence created excitement for all those around during his brief presence, but now he was gone. And gone along with him was the excitement that had once filled the street only moments prior. Fame may be present in such a position, but his true impact on all of these people, that did not exist. Elbert looked up at the faded sign for the Incheld Grocery Store. Back in the 40's Elbert had actually helped Mr. Incheld, when his young son had Polio, helping them through those rough times. He was always appreciative, and while he was gone now. No doubt he appreciated what he had done even when Elbert walked away from his presence. "What is fame?" thought Elbert to himself. He began to think deeper, and looked up to the sun, it was beating down on him, it was a summer day after all. Elbert looked at the winter coat he wore, "I would be more comfortable if I just took this off" "Why have I thought for the last few years that I was special just because I wore this heavy coat? Why have I had to stand out as important in these petty minor ways? If they had written me down in the history books they would have recorded my name as a crazy individual. What have I been thinking?"

Elbert unbuttoned the front of the coat he wore and shed it. Seeing the garbage cans that were in the alley he had just stood he walked toward them and with a fervor opened a can and dropped the winter coat within it. That moment in that small room which Elbert had experienced had opened so much to his eyes as finally he came to see the lack of need for this ingrained desire for fame. Better was to reflect on the good he had accomplished. Maybe there was a deeper meaning to everything. Elbert looked once again at the flower, which sit in his shirt pocket. He looked at its intricate design, its perfect symmetry. Could there be a deeper meaning?

Elbert regained focus on the dwindling crowd in front of him. He saw the bus stop and saw the many people scurrying to board the bus. He wouldn’t board the bus this time though. Even with cain in hand, he planned to cross town in a leisure walk, his cane slowed him down, but he would enjoy the walk this day. There was nowhere to be, no rush, just moments left of life to enjoy. The walk home would be therapy. Time to reflect on the good he had accomplished and those he had helped.

Elbert strolled past the bus stop in which people scurried to the front of the line, focused on their needs and wants with no view of those around them. With a near euphoric feeling he continued to walk, around the corner up Lancered street hill. It would be a good ten mile walk home, but without the coat on, it was a new freedom, he was not hindered by the summer heat. As he rose the crest of the hill he looked over the city with happiness and began to walk down the hill. As he neared the bottom he reached a crosswalk. This cross walk was one similar to the one near his home, a walkway across the street. He thought of his boy and the great work he had taken to ensure that cross walk was put there to ensure safety to the other neighborhood kids as they crossed to play baseball in the empty lot .

As Elbert peered at the crosswalk he looked at the steps, he had climbed steps earlier which produced excruciating pain through his body. Yet, at that time he was focused on his determined goal. He didn't notice the pain. But now, as he rose one leg up to climb the steps, the pain shot through his body and reminded him why he avoided the steps as often as possible. Looking both up and down the street before him, the traffic seemed minimal. "I'll just cross under here, I don’t know how far I'll have to walk to find a normal crosswalk", thought Elbert. Once again he looked up and down the street.

Elbert began to cross the intersection walking as the fastest gait possible. In a steady repetitive motion he crossed the street a combination of scurrying feet and taping cane. He reached the midpoint of the road under the cross walk and looked down the street. The downward view of the street was hindered because of the steep rise of the hill. "Maybe that’s why that put in that cross walk", thought Elbert. He, in quick a manner as possible for an old man, began to cross the street. Yet in what had seemed just a moment to Elbert he found himself in the middle of the road, he heard a loud thrashing horn. Looking up Elbert saw the Front grill of a Delivery Truck running at a rushed speed through town. Elbert threw his cane in fear, as if that were the only part of him that could be saved. In a moment all that filled the air was the resounding sound of the Delivery truck horn and screech of tires.

No one could really resolve who the body was that lay there on the corner of Lancered Street and Implation Avenue. It was obviously an older man, yet no identity could be found on him. His mangled body made it impossible to determine who he was. Weeks passed and there was no reports of a missing person, no evidence of who this man was. No, there was no one to miss this man. For in this city at this time, he was an unknown man.

A grave dug and body in place, a simple headstone was put in place with the initials U.I. to represent Unknown Individual. There lay the body of this unknown man. Meanwhile on the other side of town was the burial site of his dear Elouise, who would lay there in eternity never at rest next to her beloved Elbert.

the story continued

Elbert had a shuttering feeling overcome him. As he began to walk down the steps to the sidewalk in front of the house; There, was blooming the flowers his wife had lovingly planted several years previously. Elbert reached over and grasped one, a vibrant red Lily. This had been Eloise favorite. Picking the flower, he placed it in his shirt pocket. With a sigh he regrasped his cane and began to walk down the street with a firm determined look in his eye. This day he would not note the old homes he walked by, he would not think back to the things he had done for those in all those individuals who once lived in those homes. In fact most lay dormant now. Waiting for someone to come and take note of there existence and give them the attention they were in need of. No, this day Elberts attention was on the fact that once and for all time he now would be remembered.

He reached the corner where the overhead crosswalk stood. But there was no reason to walk down to the crosswalk where he usually crossed the street. no today he would be taking the bus across town, to Blame Street. The presidents motocade would be passing through there in a matter of hours. It was only a couple of blocks to the bus stop. As he turned the corner, Elbert paused and reached to feal into his coat where his pistol rode in his beltline. It still rest there, and till this point Elbert did not even notice that it was actually painful with it pushing into his side. But that didn't really matter, "Focus" elbert thought, "Focus". He proceded up the street and saw a host of individuals waiting for the bus. It was obvious he was not the only one headed to see the president.

As Elbert got closer he joined the conglomeration of folks waiting for the Number Sixty Eight Bus to the otherside of town. Elbert stood and looked around at everyone. He began to wander what there story was. Why did they want to see the president? Did they have a real purpose such as he did? It was just a person, a person who had not done well since he was in office, why did these people want to go see him? Or did they want to go jeer at his antiquated attitude toward humanity. No doubt that was it, he was going to be a hero. Changing history, not many individuals get the opportuinty to accomplish that goal. And to do it this late in life, that in itself would be notable.

Elbert was startled out of his deep concentration. A man turning toward him pointed toward his beltline and asked "What’s that all about"? A enrush of adreline crossed Elberts body, he had not felt such a nervousness overcome him in years, he didn't even know he was still capable of such feelings. Along with that inrush of fear came a sweat to his forehead. "What are you talking about son?", asked Elbert, knowing full well he was looking at the gun in his beltline. "Somehow he can see its outline through my coat," thought Elbert. The man still looking down, then began to state, "why do you have that heavy coat on? You'll have a heat stroke out here". Relief came to Elbert, and quickly he turned from Nerves to a synical attitude to remove this bringer of unneeded anxiety.

"What boy, you to weak to handle this heat? Remember my name is Elbert Eidelbergh. You'll remember that name, I'm the man who could handle the heat more than anyone you ever knew". The man turned away from Elbert with one brow raised as if to tell everyone in the general vacinity to stay away from this odd character. "That’s right, you'll know that name Elbert Eidelbergh, and so will your children", announced Elbert with a regained confidince.

With the conclusion of this announcement, of which no one truly took note, the hiss of the bus coming to a stop in front of the crowd filled the air. As the doors opened, the crowd of people began to push forward a bit to get there place in line. Elbert steped back in fear that he would be pressed against the person in front of him and they would feel the concieled gun. Being pressed toward the back of the crowd, it soon became apparent that he would not get on this bus. But another would come soon.

Elbert looked over toward a bench at the corner of the stop. As he sat down the gun pieced into his side, "Well this isn't an option", thought Elbert. He stood up and began to wait. As he stood there, a crowd began to assemble again. His only hope was to stand at the very front of the line so he wouldn't be pushed into somone else who would reveal his entire plan. After a matter of twenty minutes the next bus arrived, and the crowd once again began to push forward. This time, however, Elbert was at the front and the same fear of somone feeling his gun did not come to fruition. As the bus doors opened Elbert climbed aboard, trying to be careful that going up the steps did not dislodge the gun.

As he gave his coins to the bus driver, he walked toward the second row of seats and sat looking out the window. Once again, he did not focus on the stories that usually abounded in his mind. Instead, he looked out the window, focused, not on the scenery, or the people, no focused on his future. He thought of the history books that would hold his name, the teachers who would teach of him, and how really history had been changed by this one man, Elbert Eidelbergh. Elbert then began to think, down on Blame Street, there was an old store, with an unknown room. He knew of this room for years ago he had worked in the store making produce paintings. The room was difficult to get to, through a back alley, but the owner had let him keep his painting suplies there while he worked. The room had a small window he remembered. It would be the perfect place to take care of his moment of fame. He thought through the entire process even thinking of ever step he would have to take. Deep in thought, the thirty minute bus ride across town was soon over. Elbert had not even noted the multiple stops the bus had taken. No he was focused.

As the bus rolled into the stop, the typical hiss and doors opening took place, signaling to Elbert his moment of fame was getting ever closer. Elbert grasped his cane and climbed down the steps to the street. As he looked up the street there he saw the old Incheld Grocery Store, looking up to the second floor he saw the small window he remembered. The building seemed to be abandoned now. In fact most of the street looked devoid of the life which once abounded upon it. I was actually surprising the presidents bregade was passing through this area. That was of no matter. This area, which was once important but had been forgoten, much like ELbert himself. But soon this area would be famous. Elbert would be famous.

Elbert walked up the street and headed down the alley to the small door that led up to the lone room in the old grocery store. As he entered the alley he saw no door. Looking closer however, he saw that it was being obscured by a stack of crates, nearly leaning against the door. Looking at the door he saw that it no longer even held a doorknob. ELbert figured he could press his thin body through the small opening of the cracked door. Elbert did just as he planned.

Now in the small corridore, he saw the stairs leading to the second story room. The only light that filled the room was a small beaming from the small circular window in the room at the top of the steps. Elbert began to climb the steps, climb to his place in history. As he reached the top he saw the small room was completely empty except for a chair, The round window was for the most part in tact excpt a hole in one pane. "This is perfect" thought elbert, "I can sit in this chair and look out that crack, and well, take my place in history". Looking at his clock, Elbert saw it was now just a matter of minutes before the bregade should be passing through.

Elbert began to sit down in the chair, but the gun once again began to pierce him in the side. "I don’t have to conciele this anylonger" thought Elbert. Once again Elbert began to sit down, yet he thought, "I can't get my clothes dirty, I have to look my best today for the history books. Elbert dust the chair off the best possible, then pulled it midway in the room and sat such that he would have the perfect angle to look down toward the street. There he sat.

It was odd, thoughts which usually filled Elberts mind did not come into being. He simply sat and staired, with pistol in hand, focused on his task at hand. Mintues passed, and the same focus still encompased Elbert. The focus went from almost a state of focus to one of daydream. A daydream of focus on the task at hand. He didn’t think of the act, no he focused on the history books, the fact his name would be recorded for all eternity. Yet all of a sudden uproar of cheer which filled the street snapped him out of his daydream. The president was coming.

Elbert raised his pistol to his eye and focused out the crack in the pane. In a matter of moments he saw the beginnign of the bregade, then the beginning of the presidents vehicle. Soon Elbert saw the president smiling, waving to the people. There next to him sit his wife. It was the moment for his fame. Elbert began to increase tension in his index finger so as to release change to the world, so as to introduce himself to fame. Just as the moment was about to take place, Elbert noticed the flower on the president's wife corsage; a red lily. Once again an inrush of emotion overcame ELbert, he lost focus of the president, looking down to the same flower he had placed in his coat pocket. Eloise. Tension was released from the trigger, and Elbert dropped the gun to the floor. Tears began to fill his eyes. "My dear Eloise," Elbert cried out desperatly. Seeing the presidents wife next to him brought to his attention something that had not seemed a reality. His step into history would bring pain to others, to those who loved the president, to his family. His wife was gone, but to take a step such as this he for the first time thought would bring her pain as well. It was the flower, Eloise favorite which had snapped Elbert back into a realistic view of the world. With tears filling his eyes, and emotions stronger than he had felt since the day he had lost his son, or the day he had lost his wife, Elbert grasped his cane, and turned toward the stairs. Leaving the gun behind on the floor, Elbert walked away from the moment, walked away from his page in the history books.

Creative Writing Thursday (Is it the ending?)

Part? I lost count.

Elbert reached up in the closet to the highest shelf and pulled down the oak cabinet. There within was the revolver that his father had given him so many years earilier. His father of course never intended it to be used in a vile way, but he simply had used it with his children to train them to shoot. Back in the bayoo the kids had to learn to shoot the various varmin that would scamper into the familys garden. But Elbert was looking to a use way beyond what his father had ever invisioned. Elbert pulled down the box, and hobbled toward the bed, opening it there sat the revolver. In the velvet casing next to the gun lay six bullets. Elbert placed all six bullets into the chamber.

Elberts mind was somewhat numb from reality. Today was the day, today he would be famous. Elbert walked toward the chesterdraers and pulled out his best undergarments. “I”ve got to look my best from top to bottom today”, Elbert stated as be dressed. Elbert walked into his closet and pulled out his best suit, a three piece suit, and a tie. “I have to look my best today, Elbert thought. As he walked toward the bed and set down his suit Elbert thought, “I’m good at enduring the heat too, I’ll be known for that as well. He returned to his chesterdrawers and pulled out his long underwear. No one would wear such an item in the middle of the summer. But Elbert was, he was proud he could endure the heat. Endure it better than anyone else. Elbert sat down the long underwear next to his suit, and begin to assemble what he considered his suit of fame.

As Elbert looked back to where only hangers lay on the bed, he turned away. There was no turning back, fame would be his on this day. He turned the lights out in the bedroom and pulled the door behind him. It was still early, and the morning light was all the filled the room, and orange tint lit the room and cast a warmth of feeling on Elbert. Its to early to leave yet, thought Elbert, “its not even 7 AM yet, the president doesn’t go through till 10 AM”. I’ll just sit down here and get ready for my day. Elbert sat in his chair where he always sat, and thought back to past times. Yet these thoughts of past times and past people began to overwhelm him. Could he actually make this decision? “They are all gone, I’ll be gone soon, all I can do is leave a name, I must do this, no more thinking”, exclaimed Elbert. “In fact the best way to do this is go ahead and travel across town”. Elbert looked at the revolver which lay in his lap. “Today is the day.”

Standing up he clinched the revolver and walked toward the door. Sitting the revolver down on the table next to the pictures of his wife and son, he was moved to turn their images downward. “Why could this make me feel I’m doing something to them?” asked Elbert. “They are gone, I’ll be gone too soon.” He pulled down his heavy coat, “they’ll also know I could endure heat too”. thought Elbert. Elbert picked up the revolver and placed it in his bottom coat pocket. Elbert reached for the door knob and began to walk through the door, taking one final look backward to the house he figured never to see again, he leaned back up the pictures he had just turned downward. Looking at his dear wife and son, he turned away with hesitation, and walked out the door, pulling the door too behind him.

Creative Writing Thursday on Friday? What?

Sorry for the delay but here is this weeks instillation to the story...

If you are new to this here is part 1, part 2, part 3

and now for part 4

Elbert continued to think in a distant stare that had began as a gaze, looking toward the wall in front of him. His head now leaned back as the thoughts became ever clearer to him. "I'm an old man, I have nothing to lose. Everyone is gone, I can't even hurt anyone by my decisions", these thoughts went through Elberts mind. While not true, or completely clear, they were the words that went through his mind. Elbert went from his distant gaze and looked toward the bookshelf next to him. There were an amass of books he and his wife had collected over the years. His eyes grazed all the titles until finally he reached the one where his thoughts were leading him, US History. Elbert struggled with his cane, stood up took a couple of steps toward the bookshelf. Pulling the US history book from the shelf, an envelope also fell to the floor. It fluttered over towards the chair in which he had been sitting. With book in hand he headed back toward the chair, and set the US History book on the coffee table next to the chair. He then leaned over and picked up the envelope. Turning it around towards himself he saw the words, to my dearest husband.

Just seeing those words made a stream of emotion overcome Elbert. Elouise, his dear Elouise. He sat down, almost collapsing in the chair, overcome with emotion. This card was like finding a note she had just written him. True she had been gone for over five years. But for some reason finding this envelope made it seem as if she was actually there again. Elbert pulled his knife from his pocket and proceeded to open the envelope; inside he found a card. A card of cheerful color, for who would expect anything else from Elouise? As he read the words they were short in nature, but loving none the less. Describing her enduring love for him, and appreciation for all that he had done through the years. How had this card ended up here? This he didn't know. "Maybe this is a sign," remarked Elbert. "What am I saying, a sign, like there is such a thing! Elouise, I loved you so, but you are gone, everyone is gone, it is so lonely here. What I do can't hurt you for you are gone, and what I must do is for that goal I was never able to reach." Elbert nearly with tears in his eyes, sat the envelope next to the book he had gone to retrieve, and opened it.

Within its pages were a host of famous individuals, presidents, inventors, artist, even entertainers. But there were no records of simply those that had taken care of those in their neighborhood, had gone the extra mile to help the local kids, had been an exemplary father. Elbert did not regret those years of taking care of all those individuals who were now gone. But there was no reward for him at this time. Everyone is gone. The only thing logical to him now was for him to fulfil his dream of youth yes being famous. He couldn't achieve this by the methods these great individuals had taken, dedicating there lives to the arts, or politics, or inventing. No it was too late in his life for this. But sprinkled in amongst these names was another group as well.

This other group had names recorded in fame; not fame of the greatest light, though. But Elbert realized he was old now, in fact he had sharp pains in his chest regularly. He knew his days were limited as well. It almost brought fear to him, because truly no one was left who cared about him or even took note of him. Who would even take care of his funeral arrangements? There was no way of knowing. He was a nobody in this world he now lived. He would be a nobody on into eternity. A nobody unless, unless, he joined this group of ones who had thrown themselves into the pages of the history books.

The president was coming tomorrow. The paper described where he could be seen, at what time, in a motor brigade on the other side of town. That’s where his fame would come. That was his decision. It wasn't a bad decision, in fact he knew the country had suffered as of late for many decisions of the president. There was the war, and increased taxes, even the education for the kids had decreased in this president's term. Yes he would do it. It was final in his mind.

Elbert sat the book down on the table next to him and with the assistance of his cane rose heading for his bedroom. There he went through his normal evening routine of taking out his dentures, cleaning them, and shaving. He had to look his best tomorrow, it would be a big day. The day he met the history books. He had to look his best, for no one wants to look ragged in their entry into fame. Looking into the mirror Elbert proclaimed "Well its taken seventy seven years, but you will make it all end as you intended, in the history books".

After brushing his teeth, Elbert shut off the lights in the bathroom, and by means of the light coming in his bedroom he walked toward the bed. There on the table next to the bed sit a Bible which Elouise always read, he had left it there, not to read, but simply to remember Elouise by. He picked up the alarm clock next to the Bible and set it for six AM, earlier than he usually arose, but tomorrow would be a special day. The day he would enter the history books. With the alarm set, he sat on the side of the bed and turned off the light above the table. Tomorrow would be the big day. Tomorrow. While there was an amount of nervousness, there also was a bit of inner peace as Elbert closed his eyes. He wouldn't simply be a nobody in the long record of humanity.

Elbert awoke earlier than expected the next morning as bright light filled the room, it was an incredible electrical storm. These storms actually invigorated him. Today was the day, the day his fame would come to fruition. Looking at his clock, he saw that it was thirty minutes before he had planned to wake up. That was ok though, his nervousness had somewhat prevented a sound sleep that night. But that was to be expected, fame doesn't come easily and to cram that fame into one day is bound to yield definite uncertainty.

Elbert turned on the light and watched as the light hesitated to operate correctly due to the electrical storm. "Today is the day", stated Elbert as he sat upright in the bed. Looking toward the closet he reached for his cane and rose. Walking toward the closet, he once again stated, "Today is the day". He then reached for the closet door and opened it. There on the shelf he saw an oak box. An oak box he had not opened in years.

Creative Writing Thursday (Story Continued Part III)

If you haven't read the earlier parts of the story, go back and read them here (Part II) and here (Part I).

Elbert began to scan the front page of the paper. Interesting, the headlines read that the president was going to be going through town the next day. It was some kind of campaign across the south to make his presence known; No doubt connected to the upcoming election. He hadn't been a particularly useful president especially to those in the south, but oh well, politics never really interest Elbert anyway. He continued to scan the paper, and there noticed an article on the animal shelter in town being closed down. "The Dog!" Elbert exclaimed. Elbert had remembered to get the dog food, but it was getting near dark and he hadn't put the dog food out.

Elbert scampered up using his cane, and head to the door where the grocery bag still sat, being left there since his return. As he scoured through the bag, he found the can of dog food, and headed toward the kitchen. As he rummaged through several drawers, he finally found the can opener. Sinking the can opener into the can lid the distinctive sound, an end to vacuum seal and the distinctive smell, low grade meat, filled the air. That smell almost put a knot in Elbert’s stomach every week. This wasn't because it was a retched smell. It was because he thought back; it brought back so many memories. Finishing the round to open the lid, Elbert picked up the can and headed to the door. Opening the back door he looked and saw the food left from last week. A trail of ants proceeded from out in the yard to the dog bowl where the week old dog food sat.

"Well at least, the ants are getting fed," said Elbert. Elbert sat the new can of dog food down on the ground and walked towards dog bowl, picking it up he walked towards the garbage can. Opening the garbage can lid he threw the week old dog food and a host of ants into the garbage. As he turned around he walked toward the spot the bowl had sat, the ants now had turned into a massive spiraling state of confusion. "All right boys, here's a new batch", spoke Elbert to the ants as if they knew it was he who was feeding them weekly. Tiping the can over the dog food fell upright into the bowl, and then tipped slightly to one side. The smell of the dog food, now escaped from the can, strongly filled the air. This once again made the memories all come back in a rush as it had done every week for the last forty three years.

That’s right, forty three years ago, Elbert had bought that new dog for his boy Tom. It was half cocker spaniel, half Siberian Husky, probably one of the oddest dogs to have ever walked the planet. But little Tom loved that dog, Elbert had feared the piercing eyes of the dog would scare little Tom, when he first bought him, but little Tom would always say. "I love Lettzy, because she knows I care for her. Her eyes always tell me". It was always cute to here little Tom say that, with his strong southern accent.

But it was forty three years ago too that Lettzy had run off. Little Tom was heart broken, true he had only had the dog for about four or five months, but he had grown so close to her. That first week she was missing he started making flyers to put all over town, he would spend hours walking around hollering for her. Little Tom was thoroughly engrossed in finding his dog. As he arrived home late one afternoon, after looking for her, he went to his father and asked. "Can we keep putting out fresh dog food until Lettzy comes back?" I think she may get that smell in the air, and remember me and come home!" Such sincere words from a eleven year old could not be ignored. Elbert had responded that they would, knowing that if she didn’t return relatively soon, this would of course not continue.

However, the unexpected happened the second week that Lettzy was missing as Little Tom was out looking for her. It was over at the corner of 54th street. Little Tom was out looking for Lettzy his friend Shadrad Maclivitch was helping him look for her. Shadrad had explained to everyone that they were there on the corner, when the two of them saw Lettzy in the baseball field across the road. Little Tom overwhelmed with joy started hollering for her and quickly ran across the street to get her before she ran off.

But Little Tom never made it across that street. It was such an unbearable thing for both Elbert and Elouise. Often they blamed themselves for letting Little Tom go all over town in search of the dog, not being there helping in his never ending pursuit. But it would be of no benefit, the years of beating themselves for this. The only thing Elbert could do, and continued to do for years, was to continue to put that dog food out for the lost dog, just as he told Tom he would do. It was as if to repay Little Tom for this error on their part. It wasn't a matter of truly thinking the dog would return, he didn't believe it that first or second year or even in this forty-third year. It was a matter of keeping his word to his son. His son which he deeply loved, and had always and would always deeply miss.

It was also all of these things that led Elbert to pursuing the placement of the crosswalk on the corner of 54th street. It was three long years of petitions, pleadings and desperate cries to politicians. That to was his mission as if to repay Little Tom for what had happened. Little Tom was gone, but he wanted to ensure the safety of the many other kids who often headed to the ball field he had built a few years earlier, in the vacant lot there where the supermarket now stood.

And that was what crossed through Elbert's mind every time he smelled that retched smell of dog food. A new can put out every week for the last forty three years.

Elbert turned from the freshly placed dog food, and the memories, and walked toward the back door. As he closed the door behind him, he tried to close the memories as well, but he always knew they were there to be relieved each week as he continued in this tradition for his son.

Elbert threw the empty can in the trash can and headed back towards the living room. Setting his cane on the corner of the coffee table, he returned to his easy chair and picked up the paper once again. Once again, his distant stare returned. Once again he thought of all the things he and his wife had done for the local kids. He also thought of how he had helped his wife and their family through incredibly rough times during the depression. There were all those years, of helping so many people, so many people who were gone now. He knew he to would be gone soon as well.

"Its such a shame", thought Elbert out loud. Those had been very good people, people concerned with others, helping them out; He too had helped them. Ms. Ellesis, Mr. Wilcox, even his dad and mom. They were all such good people, and really had made such an impact on his life. But they were all gone, and in reality the only memory of them remain only with Elbert. That generation of people were gone.

"It’s a crying shame!", exclaimed Elbert in another vocal thought. With the passing of himself Elbert realized that thoughts of them were probably gone forever too. The world just didn't seem fair to Elbert, those who help those around them actually passed away into the everlasting unknown never remembered again.

Then Elbert thought once again to his desire to be something big, how he had attempted and should have been a famous actor. He thought how he had the desire to be an accomplished artist. But his devotion to his family and friends had prevented this from ever coming to fruition. He knew that was the best way to live, and he didn't regret helping his family, helping those in the community. But it was now late in Elbert’s life, and his desire to be famous had never ceased.

"I'm going to be just like all those who preceded me. They helped those around them, but once the people you helped are gone, well you are nothing to the world." Elbert was speaking out loud as if a divine revelation had hit him. "With no hope for the future, the only true hope we have is to make our name immortalized, my frail body makes it apparent that’s our only hope. An immortalized name! I've always known that, that’s why I went to Hollywood years ago! But its to late now, I’m nobody to this world."

“I’m a sad old man. I stay in this house all week, thinking, staring wondering hoping, and just thinking back. The only time I get out of here is the weekly walk to the grocery store. No one knows me anymore, knows who I was, what I’ve done. I’m nobody. The only skill I have now is I can endure heat!”. Elbert looked down at the coat he still continued to wear. A sense of disgust overcame him. “I think I’m something because I can endure this heat. That’s my last cry to be famous? I’m a sad old man!” The emotions at this point were making Elbert’s vocals grow ever louder, even though the room as always was empty. By the end of these outwardly expressed thoughts, his volume was such that he even startled himself. In this startled state, Elbert grew quiet. Quiet to his own inward thoughts.

Elbert thought of those in the history books he had studied growing up. Maybe there would be a way to immortalize his name. To assure that all generations would know that he had existed. For to live in eternity as an unknown person, just a good person, proved of no use to him. He would still be unknown. But to have a name… an immortalized name! Elbert looked at his coat which he still wore. The heat didn't bother him. He was the best in the world at enduring heat. But that would never make him famous as he had thought at least in his subconscious for the past several years. But he could be famous; known for all eternity, there was a way. He just had to think of those history books and those names which had been immortalized in them.

Next week (Part IV)... The end? We'll see.

A continuation of the story

This is a continuation of last weeks writing (more to come after this one...)

Read Last weeks portion of Forgotten Never Be

As Elbert entered the store the inrush of air conditioned air chilled him to his core, he grabbed the top button and began to button his jacket together. That second button had been missing for the last three years. Used to Eloise always fixed those missing buttons. But since she had been gone for the last five years, there was basically no one to help at all. "These people need this frigid air because they are week. That's what it is! I should start a school and teach these people how to deal with heat. That would save them all a lot of money!" Elbert finished closing his jacket by buttoning the bottom button.

"Let’s see, I need three apples, a can of peanut butter, and a loaf of bread. That should take care of me for a while," he thought. Elbert walked slowly through the grocery store, there was something else he was to get. What was it? "Maybe if I just walk up and down a few aisles I'll remember" After a few trips up and down the aisle Elbert saw this was getting him nowhere, so he trekked up toward the front of the store with his apples, and peanut butter. "Oh how I hate these lines, six lanes yet only two cashiers"

A lady met him as he walked towards the check out lane. She was one of those people you could tell had just gotten her food stamps for the eighteen kids at home, half of them with her, a shopping cart full of can goods, mainly of the jumbo size and type. "Go ahead Mam", Elbert stated pointing his cane to the line. No Sir, you go ahead, you only have two items. "No mam, I'm in no hurry, and those kids look like they are ready to get home". "OK" As she pushed her buggy toward the checkout. Elbert stood there waiting until finally it was his turn.

With only one person left in front of Elbert, it finally dawned on him. "ALPO! I forgot to get the dogs food!" Getting out of line he walked back to aisle 7 where they kept the dog food. Picking up one can of dog food, he returned to the front of the store where he found a growing line again. And it was then he also realized he hadn’t picked up any bread. “This cursed mind of mine!”, Elbert lamented as he turned to go get the bread. Finally he had everything he had come to the store to buy. This time as he walked toward the check out, someone offered for him to go in front of them. "Well that’s mighty nice of ya there sir. Not many of your variety around anymore". In a matter of a few minutes he was at the front of the line.

"Do you have any coupons?", asked the cashier. "Coupons?", Elbert responded, "what do you think I can't afford this stuff or something?" A bit of anger lashed out from Elbert, not because he was that sort of individual, it was just anything that made him think back to his dear Eloise brought him a bit of pain. She was gone, and this day was no easier than any other since her disappearance. She was an expert coupon clipper. Elbert always heckled her a small amount for her persistence in clipping coupons from the papers the neighbor would set on the street corner for the trash pickup. But he loved that frugality of hers, it had actually helped them through many times where they didn’t really have many finances.

"No sir, I think you can afford this stuff. I was just asking a simple question. What’s with the heavy coat? It is the middle of July?" "Can I help you are weaker than me there sonny?" "I know you wish you had the ability to handle the heat like I do. But you don't, pretty much nobody does." The bagboy looked at Elbert a bit confused, what exactly was this old man talking about? But he continued with his job, throwing all four items that Elbert had purchased into one small bag.

"You're gonna smash the bread there boy! You never bagged groceries before mine?"

"Sorry sir," responded the boy.

Elbert looked down and noticed the latest TV guide. There on the front was Oswald Osbitory. Oswald Osbitory, he remembered him. It was many years ago in fact. He had traveled from his small town in Mississippi all the way out to California for that audition. He knew he was going to be something big, he had the right physique the correct mannerisms, all the appeal. He had excellent acting skills. Most people who thought of a boy from a small town in the bayous of Mississippi would never have thought they could act. But Elbert, Elbert could… In fact in his first little part in a movie, he caught the producer’s eye. So much so, that he had asked him to play a greater role in a forthcoming film. Yes, the movie where Oswald Osbitory had gotten his start. He in fact had taken Elbert’s position.

"That’s $4.75 sir. Sir?!" Elbert snapped out of starring at the TV guide to find the cashier with outreached arm. "Sir that's $4.75 for your items."

"Sorry sonny, just got caught up in old time", responded Elbert. "So guess you're a Oswald Osbitory fan?" asked the cashier. "No, boy", responded Elbert rather hastily. "Oswald took my job, he's an alright actor and all, but I could have done such a better job. That should be me on that TV guide".

"Sure Sir," Responded the cashier rather complacently. "The total is $4.75".

"Alright, alright, I'm getting it for you." Elbert pulled out a five handed it to the cashier. After getting his change the bag boy held his hand out toward Elbert. "So here’s your groceries, could I trade that for an autograph of an almost famous old man? "

He and the cashier then broke out into laughter. Elbert ripped the groceries from his hands, then grasping the only unbuttoned button, the top one on his coat, he sealed the coat as tightly as possible. With groceries in hand he headed out the door. With laughter still behind him, Elbert mumbled "I was gonna be someone you boys wouldn’t have laughed at. You would have had to stare at me all day on that magazine!"

As he left the grocery store Elbert started walking back the way which he had walked. For a moment he looked toward the cross walk across the busy intersection, but knowing the danger of it, he headed further down a few blocks, the same course he had come.

"I would have been famous" Elbert addressed in a vocal fashion, as if someone was listening. He continued to walk home. He thought back to what had happened. He in fact had peaked the producer’s fancy, and he in turn had offered him a greater role in his next film. Even though Elbert did successfully complete his minor role in that initial film, this larger role in the producers next film never came to fruition. What had happened was his father had grown sick. Receiving a letter of this matter, he headed back east to help his dad, and take care of his mom. When he returned home there in the bayou, his father had already passed away, two days prior. For the next fifteen years, he helped take care of the family homestead, whole souled, helping in the raising of his younger brothers and sisters. He stayed until all the kids were old enough to take care of themselves, even helping two of his brother’s pay for college. True his dream of being an actor was gone, but he had helped his family. They were all gone though. The hurricane of 49' had killed the whole family one Thanksgiving. It was odd to have a hurricane that time of year. Elbert and Eloise didn’t make it to Thanksgiving that year. Instead they sat with Eloise father, in his last living days. There as they watched one life pass away, little did they know that the lives of everyone Elbert had known and loved, the only exception being Eloise, were being ripped away forever. That little town on the bayou Elbert was raised in was basically destroyed.

The cross walk light then turned green, Elbert had been walking all this time, yet he had not considered where he was in his walk back home. He was indeed at the light to cross 60th street. "I've got to get back to feed, Alexia," thought Elbert, "dusk will be here soon".

As Elbert neared his home, he passed the Sinclair Gas Station on the corner of 48th. There he noticed the paper with the headlines, “President to travel through local parade tomorrow”. Well that’s pretty interesting thought Elbert. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a quarter to pick up a copy of the paper. Placing his quarter in, he listened for the familiar drop and clink of change, and then pulled out the paper. He scanned a few of the words, but thrust it under his arm, planning to continue to read it when he arrived home.

As Elbert climbed the final steps to his house, he fumbled in his pocket looking for the house key. Finding it he reached for the door and unlocked the front door and walked in. Tossing his driving hat on his table, and setting his keys next to the picture he had gazed at on the way out an hour or so ago, Elbert sat in the Large Easy chair and unfurled the paper.

As he started to open the paper, his eyes began to gaze into the distance in front of him, not at the paper. He thought once again of all those years helping his family, all those years of helping Ms. Ellesis. And then the years of how he and his wife would help and do things with the local kids. It was good he had helped those people, it made him feel good. But now, now, all those people were gone out of his life, no one was here to help him, to even know him or remember him, what he had done.

He also thought of that early attempt of trying to make it big as an actor, then his struggle to still make a name for himself through his painting. It was as much as a desire to be famous as an outlet after the horrible tragedy with his family and that hurricane. Thats when he and Elouise moved away, leaving that world behind, starting there life here, in this very house. Leaving the little town in the bayou forever. Elbert left those thoughts, and regained focus on the paper in front of him.

Creative Writing Thursday Part1

Over teh next 3-4 weeks I will be writing more than just a poem, I have this story I am trying to get on paper.... so follow along, and enjoy. (And as always add your own writings).

Forgotten Never Be

It was an unusually hot day, late July. One of those days that would make you wish for the coming of fall, or long for what now was those past day of spring, but a hot day nonetheless. On a day like this most people would never be in deep thought, especially when there wasn’t even a breeze to push the stagnate air through the house. But for Elbert he paid it no attention. He was used to the heat, in fact this “heat” that people talked about was truly nothing. “You should live down in the bayous if you want to see what heat is” He’d often think to himself, when others complained. But people were just weak in these days. He often recounted how when he was a child his dad always mentioned “You always know a man’s strength by his ability to do a hard days work. Hard days work, people didn’t even know it anymore. They just sat in there offices with there typewriters. Drones of this ever changing world, making it change ever more. “All the change in this world, its been fine the way it was for years, why do they keep need making change?” Elbert found himself muttering those words out loud as he sat watching the infomercial on his recently installed color Television.

It was getting late in the day, Elbert had let most the day slip away, which was a common occurrence these days but never was true say even five years ago. Five years ago that’s when she passed away, his lovely wife Eloise. He thought of those days gone, on those hottest summer days they would get all the neighborhood kids along with little Tom and drive up to the swim holes, the creek coming out of the mountains. The echoing of those laughing kids, the smile of little Tom; his laughs, he could feel his little hand holding on to his now. His lovely wife, his dear boy Tom, he glanced at their picture sitting on the table next to the house keys.

“Well I’m not getting anything done sitting here. I’ve got to get to the store before it gets dark out” Elbert spoke those words aloud as if someone was there to listen. Grasping his cane he struggled out of the large chair in the living room and began to walk toward the keys. Picking them up he walked towards the door, and in a cumbersome manner opened the door, the screen, and turned locking the door, dropping the keys into his coat pocket.

Any other person couldn’t wear a coat on a hot day in July, but Elbert could. He wasn’t weak like this generation. “This isn’t even heat” he thought. “If people just knew how hot weather I could handle, they would think something of me then”. He grabbed the railing as he stammered down the steps to the street. “This street used to be so quiet.” Not any more though, the hustle and bustle of a street which once was considered a fine part of town now was just crowded out as a thoroughfare to a ever new part of town. The houses people lived in now would have been mansions back in Elbert’s younger days.

He turned up the sidewalk walking in the direction of traffic headed to the corner market. After about 10 minutes of walking he passed Ms. Ellesis place. That one summer many years ago, he had helped her through the whole season with her garden. At that time she was getting up in years. All the other boys his age was off playing ball, taking the best of the summers first fruits as it were. But Elbert’s strong desire to help people had been there since he was younger. She was appreciative for what he had done. But what was on the cover of the paper that fall? Was it what he had done to help her? No it was those boys and there quest to become county champions of football. “Justice is never served!” Elbert shook his cane upward, looking a bit off in the distance, scarring a younger boy on his bicycle. “Sorry son”, shouted out Elbert. The moment had captured him, reminiscing days gone past. But that wasn’t an unusual thing for him. Some times in reality he felt as if he were that age again. But there was always the fact that cane, which had been a part of him for the last fifteen years, always reminded him that he was in no way young anymore.

Just a few more blocks and he arrived at the intersection that took him 3 years of petitions to get this crosswalk put in. The funny thing he couldn’t even use it anymore. The stairs were so steep. Instead he would have to cross over 54th, head down to another older crosswalk at 60th street. He headed down the street to get just across the way. A 5 minute journey turned 15 minutes because of those cursed legs.

“If the old store was here still on this corner that Mr. Wilcox ran was still open, then I wouldn’t have to go through this hassle every week”. It didn’t matter though, Mr. Wilcox had been dead for 20 some years. He would put Elberts paintings up above the produce section when he was younger, in his twenties. The people in town used to even comment about “Elbert Eesse’s produce paintings". He actually had painted a lot of those old paintings in town in various stores. Half the time he just did it because he loved to paint. He had dreamed of being a famous painter one day. That mural he had painted on the building over on 26th was beautiful. Of course that building was destroyed a good thirty years ago.

“Finally this light changes so I can get across this street”, Elbert muttered as he step down from the sidewalk to the hot pavement. It was so hot out that he could feel the heat from street through his leather soled loafers. But this heat wasn’t nothing, down in the bayou… that was heat. Two girls walked by in string bikini tops and cut jean shorts. "My how times had changed. Mother used to always wear that long dark dress working in the fields, with the long sleeves and her boots. And that was even on those hot July days. Those days were so much hotter than this day is, and here this generation feal it's so hot they can’t wear any clothes". Normal thoughts for Elbert on a summer day. As Elbert reached the other side of the street, he looked down and grabbed his vest and buttoned it shut. “This isn’t hot. I’m pretty much better than anyone at standing heat”. He picked up his cane which he had leaned against the old Smitty building and kept walking north toward the shopping center to get his groceries.

As he crossed the street, he entered the shopping center parking lot. The cars whirled around him as he walked toward the front sliding doors. This used to be an open lot where his boy would come play ball. Every Saturday afternoon they would come. Elbert had even built a backstop for them, and an outfield fence. It was a real hit with the kids. They would spend all there summer days there.

As Elbert entered the store the inrush of air conditioned air chilled him to his core, he grabbed the top button and began to button his jacket together. That second button had been missing for the last three years. Used to, Eloise always fixed those missing buttons. But since she had been gone for the last five years, there was basically no one to help at all. For at least the last 10 years of her life, there was actually no one to help them except each other. Neighbors weren't neighbors. There friends and family were all gone. “These people need this frigid air because they are weak. That’s what it is! I should start a school and teach these people how to deal with heat. That would save them all a lot of money!” Elbert finished closing his jacket by buttoning the bottom button.

Come back next week for the next part....

Creative Writing Thursday After the WT

So I'm sorry I Admit I didn't pay attention well to all the WT sunday... but it led to this...

Uzzah Wuzza

Uzzah Wuzza
man with the wrong desire
tried to save the ark when it blew a tire

Uzzah Cuzza
he stopped the ark with his hand
didn't get the ark into the land

Uzzah Muzza
thought to much of his arm
didn't get glory but instead only harm

So learn From Uzzah
And his unknown act

Instead with God
Make a life long pact

Creative Writing Thursday

Analysis of Paralysis

Look around at all these faces
Looking at me there eyes embraces

What am I doing on this stage
Trapped in society in this cage

Wish to be who I am
Instead I'm after all this glam

Now I can't move a bit

Cause its a...

Analysis of Paralysis
Looking into my fears
Analysis of Paralysis
Pushing back the tears

Afraid of whats coming next
I'm a classic case in a text

Rigid muscles consume my body
Making me trapped feal quiet oddly

Cause its a...

Analysis of Paralysis
Locked into this pursuit
Analysis of Paralysis
All our effort bear no fruit

But we must carry on
Our chance of fame could be gone

Yet to admit I would rather not
By the media ever be caught

So what are we all to do
Play the show kick back a few

Stop the...

Analysis of Paralysis
Make these feelings go away
Analysis of Paralysis
Understand for another day

Hmm... maybe that could be turned into a song? DUnno... with some work... anyway... add your creative writing.

Creative Writing Thursday

Advancing Confusion Through Poetry

I hope you understand
all these thoughts in my head
what I'm trying to Say

I said this line already
I'll say it again
My thoughts always flowing
From the present to the again

I feal I'm speaking circles
My thoughts are all around
But when they come out
They're just cyclic, round

I said this line already
I"ll say it again
Wheels in my head turning
Thoughts my mouth outcoming

Confusing it may be
these words I call poetry

Is it really poetry?
Probably Not.

Does what I say make sense?
Probably Not.

What I'm trying to say
all these thoughts in my head
I hope you understand

Add your creative writing...

Creative Writing Thursday

If It Was Then It Wouldn't Be Now

Oh if I was 10 again
I'd Build a Fort and Learn to Swim

I'd laugh and jump and skip about
Know that I should never pout

Oh if I was 8 again
I'd catch some fish and always grin

I'd laugh and jump and run around
And show everyone the rocks I'd found

Oh if I was 6 again
I'd skip and wrestle my closest kin

I'd laugh and play dusk to dawn
Fall and get grass stain from the lawn

But woe is me I'm forty three
And all those things I wish to be

But look you see I always am
6 and 8 and even 10

For I have three little tykes
So of each age I enjoy the hypes

Add your creative writing

I'm Not Perfect, You

I'm not Perfect
Your not Perfect

Neither is perfect the man down the road

Bob's not Perfect
Joe's Not Perfect

Neither is perfect the lady who sold me this rose.

Sam's not perfect
Sally's Not perfect

Neither pefect is the couple next door

Arnei's not perfeet
Corey's not perfect

Neither is this poem

Creative Writing... Quote Some...

So Today We will Look at some of our favorite lyrics. Post some lyrics to songs which say something to you....

For me its a two song set from Muse's First album.. they work so well together.

Unintended

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I’ll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I’ll always love

I’ll be there as soon as I can
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I’ll always love

I’ll be there as soon as I can
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

I’ll be there as soon as I can
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before

Before you

The next song though shows... who ever was that special one, didnt return the support and love...

UNO

This means nothing to me
'Cause you are nothing to me
And it means nothing to me
That you blew this away

'Cause you could've been number one
If you only found the time
And you could've ruled the whole world
If you had the chance

You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away

You're still nothing to me
And this is nothing to me
And you don't know what you've done
But I'll give you a clue

You could've been number one
If you only had the chance
And you could've ruled the whole world
If you had the time

You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away

You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away

Leave your lyrics...

Creative Writing Thursday

Internal Revue Service

The Growing Burning Thought within
Escaping Perplexing to say again

I thought it plain so clear to see
But others tell me its hard to be

I really thought things were so clear
The rhyme the meaning was so near

But in reality I’m not understood
And if I’m not then I could

Explain myself but that’s not me
Writing confusions thoughts that be

Add your writings....

Creative Writing Thursday (Early Morning Thoughts)

The End of Break

Lifeless bodies standing by the road
Doing everything that has to be told

Blank stares gazing down the street
Sit still, spell correct, know the history of Crete

Gaping mouths take in the early morning air
Fear of bullies and peer pressure, Does anyone really care?

Conforming personalities assimulated into mankind
Forget your way of thinking you just need to mind

Yellow tinges coming will contaminate your morning
Get on the bus for a trip to another day of scorning

Add your creative writing and Dont forget to play Today's Trivia.

Creative Pangram Thursday

A Pangram is a sentence that contains all 26 letters of the alphabet.

See if you can write one... harder than you think... the goal is to create as short a sentence as possible. For a bigger challenge... make two... that work together. I didnt fare to well... 68 letters in each of my sentences...

Ponder the Pangram

Ever been lazy in the ghetto, just moved to quit, skipping a few exceptional words.

Thinking where life put your crazy mind is ghastly, vexing, beyond just question.

Creative Writing Thursday an Ode to (Shel)

One Frozen May

On a brisk December day,
I mistakenly thought it was late May

I ran outside in my shorts
To have a share in my favorite sports

Running down to the lake
It was for a dip I planned to take

I began to realize I’m really cold
It’s never like this in May I’d been told

But never mind what had seemed
For down on me the sunshine had beamed

So as I got close to the waters edge
I ran and jumped high up off the ledge

And as I came falling-crashing down
What a shock to find the water had turned to ground

For even though I think it May
The lake was frozen and it was a December day

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Todays creative writing inspired by Shel Silverstein. (You know "Where the Sidewalk ends" One of the greatest writers... (and scarriest looking children book writer)... Add your own writings or favorite Shel writing today.

See his site, for all his books and Bio.

Creative Writing Thursday One Line at a time

This week we will make a poem collectively... I'll start a couple of lines, you add the next, next person the next... and so on and so forth...

Title:
Does Anyone Read These Words?

Does anyone stop to read the lines
The written words of whats in our minds...

....

Creative Writing Thursday

Thoughts of the Inadequate Unsatisfied.

You’ll never do anything right
As long as your mind is not quiet
Echoing words of doubt
Echoing words of question

You’ll never do anything unimpaired
As long as your emotions are not cared
Echoing feeling of doubt
Echoing feeling of question

You’ll never do anything unhurt
Because your mind is so very curt
Echoing words of betrayal
Echoing words of rejection

You’ll never do anything sufficient
As long as your emotions are persistent
Echoing feeling of betrayal
Echoing feeling of rejection

You’ll never….
Why do I listen?

I’ll never listen to that voice
That made me make that choice
Displaying words of betrayal
Displaying words of rejection

I’ll never feel those emotions
Which have made all these commotions
Displaying feelings of doubt
Displaying feelings of question

Add your writing.

Creative Writing Thursday (a true story)

Add your creative Writing.

Today's writing is about the longest thing I've wrote in a long time. Its a true story in my life. And is a reminder of why I will never write a autobiography... I can't write even if I can tell the stories...

anyone interested in an biography?

REad the extended entry.

It was a hot day early in June. The Midterm Semester was half way through, and Jeremy knew that if he could endure those last two weeks of torture yet another course would be out of the way. He wasn’t sure how much more of this torture he could take, for in fact the four years he had promised himself to complete was seeming to last an eternity. Yet, half of these were complete. It could be worse he thought. “I could be working in that insidiously horrible factory”, which is where he would be in a matter of weeks.

It was just a matter of minutes before his circuits class would begin. “I had better head over there” he thought with remorse of signing up for this course. Packing up his books he left the library and headed past the University Center. There was much going on as usual in the University Center. “How do these people get through college if they take time just to goof off like all of these folks?”, he thought as he walked past a growing crowd assembled around a Minute Maid display. Over the loud speaker the issue herald forth, “We are still looking for competitors in our Lemon Eating Contest.” “This should be interesting,” thought Jeremy. But time was running short, he had to get to class. As he turned and begin to walk away from the growing crowd, he listened as the announcer proclaimed, “to the winner will go this brand new GT Full Suspension Mountain Bike”. Jeremy quickly turned to see the bike across the courtyard. ”Now that’s a sweet bike” thought Jeremy, what will it matter if I am a couple minutes late for class.

As Jeremy walked closer to the tables where the contest was to take place, the curators of the event seemed desperate for competitors. As it appeared the student body was not embracing the concept of showing themselves foolhardy by consuming as many lemons as humanly possible in one minute. This lack of motivation by others led Jeremy to step forward. “Lack of enthusiasm equals a sure win… I’ve got the enthusiasm”, Jeremy thought to himself. After about three more minutes of coaxing the first group of competitors were assembled. Jeremy along with four others looked nervously down at the mound of lemons. Each competitor was assigned a coach to ensure proper consumption of the lemons.

In a moment’s time, a whistle blew. Jeremy dove down to the table picking up the first lemon and impaling it into his teeth. His initial enthusiasm had disappeared when the lemons acidic fervor made impact with his salivary glands. Jeremy tried to ignore the impending swelling of those glands with each consecutive lemon he downed. “How could one minute be so long”? The swelling of the glands was beginning to combine with a slight tinge of gag reflex as his body created a concerted effort to make Jeremy stop this masochist type act.

As the crowd detected Jeremy’s decreasing determination they wholeheartedly poured there support into making this act come to the full of his fruition. Jeremy’s will to succeed began to overcome any contact with his bodies desperate plea of succeeding from these actions. And in no time after these last wandering thoughts the cry went out to quit.

The crowd cheered on Jeremy’s attempt thinking it was shear will power that had led him to what would appear a win in this first round. As the judges counted consumed lemons, Jeremy’s own confidence in a win began to grow. “Eleven and a half lemons”, the final number astounded Jeremy. Joy abounded he only need one more heat of competition. “Thirteen Lemons”… announced another judge. Jeremy had been beat. If only he had the ending zeal at the apex of the race. So close.

“Well here is your Tshirt” the judge told Jeremy. “A lousy Tshirt is all I get” thought Jeremy with a smile on his face. He decided to stay for one more round to see how this group would perform. Once again a desperate cry went out for competitors. No one would step up to the act. But in time five more had destined themselves with body inflicted hatred. Time seemed to go so much faster when you were only watching another take part in this vile acts, thought Jeremy to himself. In no time the judges were counting. “Eight Lemons” proclaimed the judge next to the winner? “Eight lemons?” announced Jeremy irritated by the ending results. Those behind agreed, “You did a lot better than them.

Once again the competition continued the third and final round before the championship round for the bike. Once again the desperate cry went out. “We need 5 competitors”. By this point the willing spirit had truly waned as the crowd had watch at least 3 competitors lose there lunch and there lemons. “We need 3 competitors” proclaimed the event coordinator. After two more minutes of request, instinct kicked in for Jeremy. “Can I try again?”, he asked. “Sure” the judges agreed. This time he had the compassion, he had the vision, he had the willpower. Nothing could hold him back.

After a few more minutes of request, 4 other souls had sold themselves to the citrus devil, in an attempt to conquer there material desires. But in a much shorter time the competition had began. Jeremy went this time into the lemons like a bomb into a house of glass. He had refined his technique and nothing could stop him. His supporters stood in amazement. “He’s insane watch him” But no sooner had those words left one persons mouth when all the sensations that Jeremy had been repressing attacked Jeremy. A strong sweat fell across his brow, and he looked down. The gag reflex had began, and he was afraid it couldn’t be stopped. He looked up to the sky looking for a regain of mental control… control over all those things in his mind one should not have control… control of his sweat glands, control of his feelings, control of his stomach. A garbage bin was pulled near him so that he could complete the act of purging his system of the vile acidity. Jeremy looked down at this. “I will not fall to lack of control of my body,” he thought as he looked over at the other competitors eating there lemons like rabid wolves.

In a flash… he was back at eating the lemons. In a post euphoric state… a state of loss of consciousness beyond the motion of picking up lemons, plastering them into the face and swallowing. The crowd was ecstatic with this determination. In a matter of seconds it was over. The counting then began. “Eleven lemons,” proclaimed Jeremy’s judge. “Eleven and one quarter,” proclaimed the next judge. “So close” thought Jeremy. If only hadn’t lost control. “One quarter lemon”… arghhh. His outward emotion resembled less frustration as near death sickness. The judges came over to make sure he was ok. (As well as to bring him his consolatory prize, another t-shirt). Appreciating his willpower, they began to give Jeremy other items, book bags, more t shirts, mugs. But the bicycle… that would never be his.

Jeremy took off for class. His concern no longer was the bicycle but the test review he was late for. As he jogged across campus his gurgling stomach reminded him of his stupid act. His teeth which were now devoid of any enamel, reminded him of his stupid act. And finally, his mind with the image of the bike and the guy smiling because of his quarter lemon … reminded him of his stupidity.

“Fifteen minutes late”, not to bad thought Jeremy as he walked into Hess Hall. The summer heat filled the building, and running halfway across campus did not help matters either. He sat down and dug for pencil and paper to begin to take notes. But in just a small matter of time… the sweat began to pour down his face. The summer heat was always so bad in this classroom. As the sweat began to grow on his face, he looked down… concentrating not on the sweat, but the words being said… the notes to be taken. “What is he talking about” he thought. Then it hit him. The sweat that had formed on his face, began to roll down his forehead into the corner of his eyes. The burning was incredible. The pain was so great. In his mad attack on the lemons he had dappled his whole face with the acidic juice which now had rolled into his eyes. He had to get out of the class… he had to wash his face… he had to just run water in his eyes. The pain was excruciating. How could he even see to get out of the classroom?

His eyes which were burning from the acid, reminded him of his stupid act.

Creative Writing Thursday

Add your creative writing

Avoiding the Conventional

I could speak of love
and how it makes you so driven
but in reality that discourse has already been given

I could speak of loss
and how it leaves you cold
but my friend that story has already been told

I could speak of emotion
and how it often drives you to insanity
but don't you see that’s just part of this humanity

Instead I'll speak of the day
of the very way

the sun will shimmer on the dew

Instead I'll speak of the neglected
the things left undetected

the shape of the leaves on every tree

Instead I'll speak of a child’s play
and things he'll say

as he looks at the clouds in the sky

I could speak of the ordinary
But I prefer the extraordinary
The every day things that pass us by

Creative Writing Thursday

Winter Nears Say Your Goodbyes

The pain that eats me from inside
Has been present since we cried

Standing by the fresh turned soil
And why is it in life we toil

The years are fleeting
The feelings pass
And now on that soil
is fresh grown grass

I stand here reminisce of days gone by
And again it starts; I begin to cry

Thinking of how important you are
Why is it happiness is so far

The season are quickening
Feelings make me frown
And now the grass
has turn death brown

The winter chill grabs my soul
Everyday life takes a toll

In my fast pace I am caught again
Why is it I feel this is a sin?

The moments are hurried
Until we are buried

And then it is too late to say goodbye

Creative Writing Thursday

Your Thoughts of Atrocity

Fight for your family
Fight for the fame
Fight for your country
Fight – it’s a shame

Blinded by Media
Blinded by Thought
Blinded by Prejudice
Fight for what’s Taught

Fight for allegiance
Fight for the pain
Fight for your freedom
Fight it’s a shame

Blinded by History
Blinded by Dreams
Blinded by the Bullet
Lodged in your Brain

Fought for a solution
Fought for the way
Fought with valor
You've met your day

Creative Writing Thursday (If Jocks Wrote Poetry)

The redsox won the world series. ...
the end is here...
. another curse comes to an end.

but amazing

THE REDSOX WON THE WORLD SERIES
YEAh I'm pUmped!

YOU CAN MAKE A POEM TOO
JUST MAKE SHORT LINES
AND HIT THE RETURN KEY

-Untitled

Visionary Bilge Thursday

I May Not Sound Smart But You Understand

I don’t sound to smart
Unless I go and start

Writing down words
And using a thesaurus

I don’t resonate to smart
Unless I proceed and start

Saying things I know
But using different words

I don’t resonate with intelligence
Unless I proceed with eloquence

Being an insipid conformer
A linguistic high performer

I now resonate with intelligence
As I proceed with intelligence

But now it is herculean to ken
This polemic which veraciously is lucid

Add your Visionary Bilge on this Visionary Bilge Thursday

Creative Writing Thursday (On a Foggy Morning)

As The Sun Rises Everything Becomes So Clear

The fog of life around my eyes
Prevent me from seeing through your lies

I'm thinking everything is clear
When the reality is there’s danger near

I stumble toward a fateful fall
For I miss this your wretched flaw

This fog that shroud my very mind
My deepest thought it keeps to bind

And even though its pain so near
Not knowing it is you I fear

I still have tingles of slight reason
And thoughts for your acts of treason

Now I come warn of your tactic
Don’t ever stop, forget of this fact it:

                Will not always be this way
                For a fog always lifts someday

Add your creative writing!

Creative Writing A Review...

Well here we are, a year into creative writing. All of misconstrued, every comment is creative writing based on my liberal view of writing. In fact, since the begining, we've had over 1.6 Million hits. Over 100,000 Visits. And over 3000 comments left! Impresive indeed... many people come and go without ever saying anything. But there are those who share... those who create. And we've had well over 200 pieces of creative writing submitted in the last year.

I have added a "feature" to the site so you can easily find old Creative Writing. Here is where it will take you.

I will reprint what has been viewed by most my best creative writing for the year. Really anything good for me is a miracle, since all my writings are done while driving to work in the morning... i.e. there is only 20 minutes of work into all of them.... Anyway, enjoy this classic, (Thoughts of the Withering in Autumn) and enjoy all the old classics.

Would you like to see all of these writings in print? Well it could happen if there is interest...

Thoughts of the Withering in Autumn

As the chill of the early Autumn Morning struck my face, an inrush of thoughts hit me. But there was a tinge of happiness in me just to have the blessing of feeling that cool, moist fall morning air. Its sad I thought of how really this was a rarity now, to experiences these commonalities. But since I had been put in the home, really self being as I had known it had disappeared.

The morning chill brought back an inrush of thoughts and emotions.

Of childhood, those mornings getting on the bus, dreading the day ahead of school. That fog that often hung through the valley on those cool fall mornings. It was always disappointing, visions of disappearing as I would pass into the fog, but really it was always so clear when you walked into it.

I thought back to those days of college, when the feel of fall beaconed in the days of football, of what is really needless priority. But something that would really bring happiness to those cool, evenings … bringing in the vast array of fall colors, both on the field and off.

It used to be so great to go see those games with dad. Yes joyful indeed. The cheering the excitement. How I have missed him through the past several years. The pain the lonliness.

But loneliness is not a new feeling. With the passing of Charlotte a couple of years of go, there has never been such a presence of loneliness in my life. Especially now that they have put me here, where loneliness abounds. There are many here, but we remain incapacitated to care for ourselves, but our drive to do so creates distant stares; not allowing the person next to us enter or ever be a friend.

My dear Charlotte, the years of happiness. The fall was always a special time for us, walks through the forest floor of leaves. Just the sound of the cracking leaves and her happy laughs in my mind cant help but bring a smile to my face and a tear to my eye!

I’m sure my children had my best interest in mind as they brought me here. That wretchedly cold late fall morning they brought me here I don’t like to recount. It had been 2 years since that day. But because of the stroke I guess they had no choice. It’s amazing to me how each event in your life can change things forever. But now I just sit here thinking my own thoughts…

“Sir its time to take you back in now, don’t want you to stay out to long in this cold morning air; you may catch your deaths cold” stated the nurse.

…the thought almost seemed peaceful now. If I could only let her know that the fresh air, the sparkling shimmer of water on the grass, the cascading light through the foggy morning air brought me a moment of happiness; a moment to reflect on those days gone: These things gave me a temporary feeling of those important people being back, a feeling of reason to be…
How I wished that someone would visit soon. How I wished that I could let them know I was happy when they came. How I wish that the day would soon come when once again I would be able to climb as a stag, see my loved ones, and not be a victim of this worlds sickness and my loved ones rushed lifes.

Creative Writing Thursday

Exerts from a Play

Play Title: The Command have Thought Of Eternal Life

Act 3: The Door

Scene: Car Drives up to trailer in the country. Group in Car is busy talking about various topics, after a few seconds the one not in the conversation, Brother Ezelek pops out of the car alone, and walks toward the door. Noone Takes note and continues to busy their self talking. Brother Ezelek focused on what he shall say looks down in his book bag, and also grasp coat at buttons so as to pull it together, to keep out the cool damp air, on this unusual summer morning. He knocks on the door, hears a lot of noise from inside, and then someone comes to the door. (All lines to be sung such that they obviously flow and rhyme with associated preceding line)
Scene 1: "At the Door"

BROTHER EZELEK: (with smile on face)
Good morning dear sir... how are you today?
HOUSEHOLDER: (with smug uninterested look)
Fine but quiet cold for summer I must say!

BROTHER EZELEK: (In voice trying to make friendly conversation)
What is this weather that falls upon the land?
HOUSEHOLDER: (shocked)
You don't know? The end of time at hand?

BROTHER EZELEK: (confident, yet sincere)
What? I say do the two have in common?
For what you misquote is a common problem.

HOUSEHOLDER: (speaking a bit louder)
But it is in the Bible I know for sure!
And all its words are holy upright and pure.

BROTHER EZELEK:
I believe those words are just a misquote
Notice this scripture on a further note.

(Opens Bible to Mark 13:32 and begins to read)

Wait thats not the scriputre I thought its was
But on this subject it sheds ample cause

As you can see the Bible is plain and clear
And what you say is true the end of time is near

But notice what Jesus would come out to say
We'll not know the hour the second of the day

(Opens Bible to 2 Tim 3 begins to read)

HOUSEHOLDER: (Agreeable)
Oh so true those words plain to see
The end of time strange weather shall be!

BROTHER EZELEK: (Mildly Frazled)
Oh dear householder you don't get the thought
In the presumed the misquoted you have been caught

(begins speaking softly, calmer)
For you something brief an important note
Carry with you this summer day, in your Winter Coat

HOUSEHOLDER: (upset more than before... but still minor)
No thank you I'll pass no literature for me
And be careful of my Rockwilder behind that tree (points, and shuts door)

Begin Scene 2 "The Chase"

Creative Writing (Maybe one of the last ones?)

The Ringing of the Bells

I sit here listening to the ringing
of the bells of the bells

I sit here looking for the place to see
the bells all the bells

In my head I hear the ringing
of the bells of the bells

I ask the person next to me

What?

Only hear of the bells of the bells

What is it that brought this about
the bells all the bells

Permanent noise-induced hearing loss
the bells the stupid bells

I dont think they are hear
And I cant either.

Awarded for a writing.

Its creative writing Thursday, this week, I go the wrote of technical Writing.... For I was actually published in NASA tech briefs, describing my design of a two stage solenoid. (Got an award for it this week too...) (You can read the book if you like... I have it at my house, all 120 pages of great reading). Anyways, here is the article, well a page the article is on

Book signings coming at a later date.

Add your writings for this Thursday.

Creative Writing Thursday

Today’s writing takes me back a few years: to a writing. Enjoy- well not really. I remembered this poem after I ate some of the worst jelly beans on earth this weekend. (Particularly Vomit Flavor and Sardine Flavor jellybeans should never have been invented).

And don’t forget to add your creative writing

EW!

Some Things are Bitter
Some Things are Sweet

When you taste the former
You'll see its no treat

Earwax definitely isn’t the later
Its the most former type of matter

Create the Writing on a Thursday

Welcome to another addition of Creative Writing Thursday...

Add your own writings!

I Long for the Day...

When my greatest joy
was a box I made a useless toy

a popsicle would make my day
and in the above very box I would stay

The castle of the box would be
Any where my minds eye could see

The simple things once were here
and all of life I did not fear

The greatest danger all around
was what my imagination had gone and found

Dragons and lions, snakes and bears
My imagination the home of my greatest cares

As I am older I now know
It is what I fear "life is no show"

Pain and sorrow real from within
Away from those thought I'd like to tend

The naiveness the innocents of ones youth
May these in reality continue to be our truth.

Creative Writing Thursday (And some Pics)

The Weddingpicture site has been updated a little, so take a look at the most recent work. (I'll get it all updated with other weddings one day...)

But it is Creative Writing Thursday: Add your Creative Writing

Afraid to write
thats what she said
on this blustry day in the middle of may

Afraid to write
thats what he said
on this cool crisp autumn morning not of may

Afraid to write
thats what they said
In fear there creativity wouldnt meet par

Afraid to write
Dont listen to yourself
Just write who cares if it doesnt rhyme follow rules sound good or make a point; the key is creation

Thank You
(A poem inspired by Bouybee Uybee)

Create I've Writing Thursday

Add your own creative writing for today!

Notes from the Back of a Book

I appreciate them more now
Epilating to infinity.
Vibrating Postulating.
Views of eternal bliss
On the horizon rosy Foreverness
Falling Distances
Mangled Epilations
Sombering Darkness
Death that near life that’s at hand
Contrasting Shades of Eternity
Till Moistened Dampers of Haze
Draping with a ray
Forever hope not always at the Horizon

Creative Writing Thursday (The Break is over)

OK, all the creative minds must return to work. Its time for Creative Writing Thursday. Add you own creative Writing

Gray Hairs of Wisdom

Gray Hairs of Wisdom
They Speak with Great Knowledge

Gray Hairs of Wisdom
You can't Learn this in College

Gray Hairs of Wisdom
To you we Look for Direction

Gray Hairs of Wisdom
Your Mistakes Yield us Protection

Gray Hairs of Wisdom
You Lay there in silence

/~/~/~/~/silent pause/~/~/~/~/

Gray Hairs of Wisdom
Life is to short to tell what you learn

Gray Hairs of Wisdom
History of Man Another Page has Turn

Creative Writing Thursday (A Music Edition)

OK, this weeks edition of Creative Writing led me to some reviews of music albums. Alot may forget there is a music section on this site, where I review what I consider essential albums to own. It will be updated more regulaly as it has been the last couple of weeks. Go check it out: Musical Miconstrudness... or click on the main header music above. And dont forget to review the album yourself if you have heard it.

And for those who havent heard Lollapalooza should be actually good this year: More Indie/Non Main Stream
Including: Gomez,Morrissey,The Flaming Lips,Sonic Youth,Modest Mouse
Tis Amazing (May the curse not follow).

Creative Writing Thusday (More Complicated)

Its Creative Writing Thursday
Add your creative Writing

(This one may take some thinking/pondering to get) the question... can anyone understand it?

FILL THE VOIDS

--LL --E VO-D-
FIT HIS

-HOUGHTS ---O - BOX
TINT A

--OUPS V--W O- H-- MOCKS
GRIEF IS

-TR----- UPON T--- MAN
SICKEN HIS

FEELI-G -F -HIS PRE---- BAN
NOT SENT

I- T-- --UE --AGE
SHE TRIM

-HE TH----- -F A BONDAGE
TOUGH TO

---ICE --AT IS TH-- TRUTH
NOT WHEN

THE OBVIOUS HAS GONE ALOOF

Creative Writing Thursday

Tis Creative Writing Thursday. Add you writings. Be amused as you amuse!

A Word to the "Wise"

So many people speak as if to know
big words and thoughts to all they throw

On every growing word they endeavor to convince
that its all the others that are truly dense

They ride upon this high seated position
For no one ever questions on any condition

For if its refined or if its wrought
The question is Who's really taught?

You will see congruity will always grow
But the fact be epiphany will truly show

Those who are taught are those who question
All can be genius if they heed this lesson

Creative Writing Thursday

What if we were to creat the equivalent of modeern art in words... add your creative writing for this Thursday

Creanation Belition

Groaming Glooning

In the dark

Fringing Tlingling

For the Light

Subvotion Regrotion

So Confused

Delation Regration

Tell the Truth

Haplazurd Retrazurb

All Will Know

Allucha Belooza

Said Enough

Let the Letters Role in!

OK, we're working on some album art for our up and coming compilation. We now have music from JMZ, ADGI, BDNP, Lul, Audry, Gloribox, Psubverse Rhyscology, Kaizen, and at least 3 more artist which are still working to get me there songs. If you want in on this Email me your song or email me for my address to send a tape.

Also its the first installment of the first years the 3rd annual letter writing Campaign. Send post your letters, you've sent out. And make sure you send them in. Because thats how you win.

Creative WRiting Thursday (Interactive/Misconstrued/Creative) Edition

OK, so a scary thing was agreed upon yesterday (actually two). The need of a "We are the world" type song be produced for this whole, Misconstrued Album, and a Misconstrued Failed Benefit Festival. I had dreamed up both thought, but dismissed it. Yet when Javann and Jon also proposed the same idea I had no choice but to accept it as genius (because 2 wrongs make a right? hold on????)

Anyway, I feel the Misconstrued community should create this song. Add your own line to the song, we will create the song from the entries, In the near future we'll let you know when the official recording shall take place at "Its out there" Studios.

I will get things started off

_______________________________________________________________
Misconstrued Thoughts United in Harmony

Today I woke up thinking I was crazy
All these Thought being Misconstrued they are Hazy.....
____________________________________________________________
alright add your verses!

oh and we're still taking songs for the album... if your technologically inept email me, and i'll give you my snail mail address... i'll execute the technology.

And on a differnt note: The Grizzly Bear Controversy continues in the photo section.

Creative Writing Thursday... Again?

Add your creative writing for this week.

The Power of.... Whay was I saying?

I had this idea just the other day
Write about something someone else had to say

They said how it was they never would follow through
With all the many things that they would start to do

I thought it odd, for I finish what i dream
But for her it odd I believe this would seem

I was told one day it would be true
I would be incomplete in all I do

I said "But why? I always complete...
Every procesion of thought I ever meet"

"The power of influence of those around"
She stated that thoughts so many abound

She thought her influence would change my way
I certainly never thought inconclusive I would be

I said That shall never happen...

ah... i'm tired of writing this poem.

creative Writing Thursday... Time To Be Creative Again.

Dont be afraid. Write somthin even uncreative!

Look with Marvel at the World

Growing Knowledge always ensured
For the entire world explored

As a child always take note
a reminder it is why this was wrote

Stop and look at the trees
Notice the direction of the bees

Listen to the humming of the bird
Watch the fish and its being lured

Swim below the oceans crest
For it is here you are a guest

Notice the shadow that lay on the ground
Listen to the insect - What is that sound?

To the heavens above you look
How is it man all this forsook?

Never take it all for granted
Instead to the creator/honor demanded

So ask yourself to reflect
Do the little things I detect?

This was inspired by the article on the back of the magazine we are studying right now. A great little article. Read it again. And take note! (then write some creative writing for this Thursday!)

Creative Writing Thursday A Message to other Worlds

Add your creative Writing, or send a message to other life forms! (Well if they exist). Anyway the following message (poem) will be sent up by spacecraft to the Comet Temple 1 on December 2004 on an actual NASA mission. The following words will be included on a data CD attached to the spacecraft. Add your own words for other beings on this Creative writing Thursday.

Message from A Broken Planet

To all Life Forms We Think the Least
We come to you in human peace

Our hands outreached for you to shake
While our other caressed your wallet takes

We will help with whatever you need
Did We relate our persistent greed?

Yet some humans fear you'll be lured
But it is our voice that is never heard

Creative Writing 2004

You've probably not wrote anything this year... get on it!

Yesterday I woke up Last Year

Yesterday I woke up last year.
Thinking It was today,
yet I look back that’s tomorrow
That’s when I thought that way

Today I woke up it was next year
But thinking again it wasn’t
For next year will never be today

Yesterday I said things will be better next year
But then I decided to be more positive
So Tomorrow is when I said it shall be

But Yesterday or Next Year will never come
For Today and This Year are always present

Song for a Thursday...

Creative Writing Thursday here... add your writings...
This week I went wi