You are laughing
As well as your friends are
Y'all have fun
But what happened?
You dissed someone
Now he's sad
And you are satisfied
You have fun to put who else down
Oh, you didn't want to?
Just a joke?
When did you ever think about
That your diss
Might not be the only one
That this someone ever got
You think "It's not a big deal"
But what if
if your "joke"
was the one too much?
"Was just a little joke!" do you say?
Yeah, it was a little one
But if you sum 10,000 of that little "jokes"
What then? See your jokes as ants
One ant can't do much
But 10,000 of them can eat you
One joke is fun, 10,000 are dissing
Think about it. Treat others the way
You want yourself to be treated
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The things around you
If you look ...
around you.
What'd you see?
Shapes? Materials?
Everything you'd see ...
would be common, right?
You'd know it?
But what if ...
you think about ...
how it's made?
Who made it?
Why is it here? Is it necessary?
Do you need it?
What is the one and only thing ...
that EVERY creature needs on this planet?
Something, that helps ...
to make sure, that a race ...
lives on that planet ...
like you and me right now ...
through out all ages
forever. It's a feeling,
that makes everyone feel safe ...
makes feel to be at the right place ...
that gives you THE one
single sense in your life ...
that makes US humans.
You'll desire it, because you need it.
To be a human, to be a creature, to live ...
It has 4 letters .. and is the
most spoken word in everyone's language ...
around you.
What'd you see?
Shapes? Materials?
Everything you'd see ...
would be common, right?
You'd know it?
But what if ...
you think about ...
how it's made?
Who made it?
Why is it here? Is it necessary?
Do you need it?
What is the one and only thing ...
that EVERY creature needs on this planet?
Something, that helps ...
to make sure, that a race ...
lives on that planet ...
like you and me right now ...
through out all ages
forever. It's a feeling,
that makes everyone feel safe ...
makes feel to be at the right place ...
that gives you THE one
single sense in your life ...
that makes US humans.
You'll desire it, because you need it.
To be a human, to be a creature, to live ...
It has 4 letters .. and is the
most spoken word in everyone's language ...
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Introducing a piece of my fast writings...
I decided to select this fast write, because it was supposed to be the beginning of a creative and fun era. It's the first page of a story which I planned to add a new page every fast writing. I did it a few times, so that my "story" covers now about 10 pages. But it's getting boring so I decided o take a break, maybe forever :)
I apologize for the probably bad grammar and surely poor vocabulary, because I didn't look up any word... not to mention my punctuation :P (it doesn't even have a title...)
Nameless Story, so far
I woke up in a room I don't know. "Where am I?" was my first thought. I looked around. I didn't see much, it was very dark and there was just a hole, tiny hole where light could go in. I found a flash light at my belt and turned it on. "What the heck?" shit through my brain. "What happened here?". There were many dead bodies around me. Then I analyzed the room; it seemed like a control room of a ship, plane o starship. There were many broken screens, some flashed on and off. I tried to remember what happened. It was not succesful. I looked clearly at the corpses. No one had wounds from bullets or something else. The most had big black and blue points, often almost a ful part of the body like a full arm or leg. Suddenly my left arm hurt immensely. "Why so suddenly?". I rolled up my jacket and saw that I have also a black and blue arm. "The adrenaline doesn't seem working anymore. Shit!". With the flashlight I found a crushed door. It seemed impossible to open it without tools. At the other end of the room was another door. It haven't been crushed, it was possible to open it. The next room was kinda like a hangar. Many helicopter wracks I could see. And light. Much light. I looked through the missing wall ad was shocked; a big burning city, high towers and huge ruins. As I walked out of the hole, I could smell the ash and blood in the air...
That was the first page of the story. Constructive comments would be fine, thank you guys :)
Also enjoy the other blogs of our Creative Writing Community which you can find on the mother blog.
I apologize for the probably bad grammar and surely poor vocabulary, because I didn't look up any word... not to mention my punctuation :P (it doesn't even have a title...)
Nameless Story, so far
I woke up in a room I don't know. "Where am I?" was my first thought. I looked around. I didn't see much, it was very dark and there was just a hole, tiny hole where light could go in. I found a flash light at my belt and turned it on. "What the heck?" shit through my brain. "What happened here?". There were many dead bodies around me. Then I analyzed the room; it seemed like a control room of a ship, plane o starship. There were many broken screens, some flashed on and off. I tried to remember what happened. It was not succesful. I looked clearly at the corpses. No one had wounds from bullets or something else. The most had big black and blue points, often almost a ful part of the body like a full arm or leg. Suddenly my left arm hurt immensely. "Why so suddenly?". I rolled up my jacket and saw that I have also a black and blue arm. "The adrenaline doesn't seem working anymore. Shit!". With the flashlight I found a crushed door. It seemed impossible to open it without tools. At the other end of the room was another door. It haven't been crushed, it was possible to open it. The next room was kinda like a hangar. Many helicopter wracks I could see. And light. Much light. I looked through the missing wall ad was shocked; a big burning city, high towers and huge ruins. As I walked out of the hole, I could smell the ash and blood in the air...
That was the first page of the story. Constructive comments would be fine, thank you guys :)
Also enjoy the other blogs of our Creative Writing Community which you can find on the mother blog.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Gratitude
Gratitude is something that veryone should show every day. it can make your life easier and more harmonic. People like it to hear a "thank you" after done work. If you don't say that, people may misunderstand and think your not ok with their work and are sad. But a clear and loud "thank you" is not misunderstandable. Try it out. Think about it! What would you prefer? :D
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Blog Reviews
Hey guys, our recent assignment is about stalking others blogs, leave a comment and write a short review :D
Well, then here we go:
Ramblings of Meh by PreytorFenix:
Well, yeah, the author is a good writer, I actually like the blog's design and he uses a budding, creative writing style I like as well :D
and btw: can you find the ponies? :P
Pensamientos by Pensamientos :P
The title is spanish and means "the thinking" or "the thought" (in plural, hope it's correct). In the second post the author writes about apologizing for a duck it killed with its car. I think this is a good beginning and fits the title perfectly. I am looking forward for the posts in the future. What may come?
Carpe Diem by olemgjerd:
I will not say you what the title means. The author writes it on its blog and you can go and look for it. You should do, because the blog is worth enough to take a closer look and admire that creative writing style. Don't believe me? Then go on and click on the link :P
Additional note for the teacher:
I left a comment on the, to the time of writing this post, most current post :D I hope I've done the assignment correctly :)
Well, then here we go:
Ramblings of Meh by PreytorFenix:
Well, yeah, the author is a good writer, I actually like the blog's design and he uses a budding, creative writing style I like as well :D
and btw: can you find the ponies? :P
Pensamientos by Pensamientos :P
The title is spanish and means "the thinking" or "the thought" (in plural, hope it's correct). In the second post the author writes about apologizing for a duck it killed with its car. I think this is a good beginning and fits the title perfectly. I am looking forward for the posts in the future. What may come?
Carpe Diem by olemgjerd:
I will not say you what the title means. The author writes it on its blog and you can go and look for it. You should do, because the blog is worth enough to take a closer look and admire that creative writing style. Don't believe me? Then go on and click on the link :P
Additional note for the teacher:
I left a comment on the, to the time of writing this post, most current post :D I hope I've done the assignment correctly :)
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
How I feel right now :)
Hey folks, there is actually no picture that describes better how I feel right now than the following one ;) How do you feel?
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Remember (the fallen)
I chose that poem, because I think it's something that everyone should remember, doesn't matter which country he or she comes from. Every country has Founding Fathers or people who fought for living the way you do today :)
to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fell
but to remember why and for what
to remember the fallen
is not only to remember their actions
but to remember the dream for which they fought
to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fought
but to remember who they fought for
to remember the fallen
is to remember their reason
to remember their dreams
and to remember those they fought to save
to remember the fallen
we continue their fight
we carry their dreams
and we finish what they start
by Analissa Range
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-remember-the-fallen/
is not to remember how they fell
but to remember why and for what
to remember the fallen
is not only to remember their actions
but to remember the dream for which they fought
to remember the fallen
is not to remember how they fought
but to remember who they fought for
to remember the fallen
is to remember their reason
to remember their dreams
and to remember those they fought to save
to remember the fallen
we continue their fight
we carry their dreams
and we finish what they start
by Analissa Range
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-remember-the-fallen/
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
First
Hello Everyone and welcome to my blog. This blog was created for the Creative Writing class in my school, so i have to wait for an assignment that belongs to this blog.
What will follow? I don't know. May God Know :)
What will follow? I don't know. May God Know :)
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