Wolves-Rule1
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A journal that IL going to share with every one here. I will place thing that I have wrote and my thoughts here. And I hope to get your feed back, I believe it will help me. I've been going through a lot of... I don't really know deep thinking that's caused me to be very stressed. Anyways here's something I just couldn't get out of my head today.
How much further do I have to fall, before I can rise up and to the top? I know who I am. I know what I was sent to do. How much longer must I wait? I know I must change, but I can't change a thing. A hand would be great, but even with that hand I can't seem to stand. But I will stay strong, and I will do my best. Because I know who I am, and I know what I was sent to do. So I'm going to do my best, to do what I'm supposed to.
(( I really have no idea where this came from, or if it even makes sense, but it keeps playing in my head over and over again. I don't know f it's the fact that I read story after story about animals, and people in need, or because of the show I'm watching, but I want to do something. I want to do what I can to help things where I am. I just don't quite know how to do that. I guess before I can do anything I have to stand again, and stop letting little things bothering me. I need to stop being so scared of things and mostly the human race and start talking to people again. I was the most social person in the world as a child, but now I can't even walk into a simple country story with out... panicking. But I need to stop saying I'm going to change, and stop waiting for a hand to help me and just do it. Because at this point I'm eating myself up on the inside, and it needs to stop.))
Pup
Love that pup.
Like she loves her ball.
I said I love that pup.
Like she loves her ball.
I love to pet her in the mornings.
Love to pet her.
Soft and silky fur.
Pencils and Pens
So much depends
Upon
A pencil or
Pen
Used to write
And
Make things I
Love
Where would we
Be
Without pencils and
Pen
DOG
Canine, hound, mutt pup
Dogs, little balls of fluff always cheer me up.
Pitbull
What is the opposite of this pup?
Only a poor breed people love to poorly talk up.
Death
Is death life?
Or is life the only life we live?
Light
What is the opposite of light?
Maybe all the things that are not bright.
Why I love Pitbulls
- They are sweet and loving dogs.
- No they don't eat kids.
- They're fine with my cats.
- Their jaws don't lock.
- I have one.
- They are beautiful dogs.
- Their fur is short.
- They love to play.
- Their colors rang from white to tri-color
- But most of all, because they are tough, and strong
Duchesne
Creeks, streams, rivers
Streams, rivers, lakes
Rivers, lakes, trees
Lakes, trees, sage brush
Trees, sage brush, bushes,
Sage brush, bushes, flowers
Bushes, flowers, campsites
Flowers, came sites, fire pits
Campsites, fire pits, hiking
Fire pits, hiking, fishing
Hiking, fishing, trout
Fishing, trout, squirrels
Trout, squirrels, chipmunks
Squirrels, chipmunks, eagles
Chipmunks, eagles, birds
Eagles, birds, snakes
Birds, snakes, foxes
Snakes, foxes, wolves
Foxes, wolves, coyotes.
( My teacher loves this one.)
I Don't Understand...
I don't understand...
Why people leave others out
Why people are judged for who they are
Why people act with hatred
But most of all...
Why do we kill, when killing is not needed
Why we fight for nothing that is right
Why do people yell at others that cannot help what happened
Why can't people just care
Why I do understand is...
Why sometimes we have to run
Why the black birds fly high in the sky
Why the trees grow high to touch the sky
Why we all live and why we all have to die
I am
I am a writer and a dreamer
I wonder why people hate
I hear the calls of the birds as their wings beat the sky
I see the drakness around me
I want the people I have lost back in my arms
I am a writer and a dreamer
I pretend I'm not lost
I feel the hard ground under my feet
I touch the cool water in the stream
I worry that people will never care
I am a writer and a dreamer
I understand why we all live and why we all die
I say that everything must be real, no matter how crazy
I dream that people will one-day love what they have
I try to do my best
I hope the sun will rise
I am a writer and a dreamer.
Dark
Dark
Black, still
Sleep, play read
Midnight, moon, sun, day
Bright, happy
Light
Just because
Just because I'm Dyslexic
Doesn't mean I'm not smart
Doesn't mean you can make fun of me
It doesn't mean I can't read
Just because I'm Dyslexic
Doesn't mean I can't speak
Don't judge me for my sleeping
It doesn't mean i see the letters all mixed
Just because I'm Dyslexic
Still tell me I can do it
Can't wait to show you what I can do
Just because I'm Dyslexic-- Doesn't mean you can't be my friend.
(( This is so old!!))
Wrote this in less then five min! It's second person man.
You all ran with your long flowing fur. You chased your pray to the ground. Feeding on what you fought so hard for. Once you all had your fill. You took turns cleaning each others fur. Your brown coats caked is the blood of your kill. You curled into a ball with the rest of you and soon drifted off the sleep. You dreamt of the life you once had. Roaming the huge land, you once owned. With the green grass you love to play in, and the animals you loved to eat. The sun then rose and you awoke with a sigh. Finding what you were seeing was merely. You stood and looked around at the rest, shaking your coat of water.
You trotted off to the river, where you sat staring at the clear blue steer. You watched as the fish swam. You lowered your head to the water and lapped up the cool liquid. You lifted your head to look to the sky as your friend the raven flew over head. You once again stood and took off running. Howling up at the bird who was such a good friend. You stopped to look around seeing that you were somewhere you had never been before. Your friend raven flew off into the trees, leaving you lost in the unfamiliar terrain.
Your blue eyes became scared and you threw your head back in a howl, but you were to far for the rest of you to hear. You looked around not seeing anything you knew. You slowly trotted the way you thought you came. But soon you became more lost. Leafless trees all around you. Your little ears fell back. Where were you? That you did not know. You found a hollow tree and curled up into it. Your friend the raven had lead you astray. You were now left out in the cold snow, away from the rest of you. Why would raven do such a thing?
After three weeks in the cold of the woods. You became weak and stopped under a leafless willow. You hadn't ate in so long, since the night with the rest of you. Your eyes closed and you prayed. Prayed for God to take you now. You could take this any ore. You body was starting to give out on you and your eyes were playing tricks. maybe raven was not as good as you though he was. You opened you eyes to see raven in front of you. But this raven was no the raven you knew, this raven was tinted with red. You knew just what this meant.
The rest of you would tell stories of the bird that came when your time had come. Your eyes slipped closed again. You let out one last weak howl. Before you slipped into the darkness. You were now free to roam all the land you wanted. You found the rest of you, but you were no longer walking the each, your soul was now free to blow in the wind. Or fly with the raven.
The young woman lay gazing up at the stars, so many of them in the sky above her. Rose had never seen starts like this before. Never so many at once. Where she's from she almost never got to see the starts, the lights of new york made that to hard. But here in the mountains of Montana she was lost in them. When Rose was a child she would often come it her grandfathers farm and lay in the back of his truck watching the starts. But it had been nine years since she had came. She found herself feeling like a little little kid again. Smiling looking up at the stars. Drawing pictures in her mind. Her grandfather walked up with a smile.
" Star gazing again is we?" He asked looking down at his granddaughter. His pail blue eyes shinning in the night, his white hair like a light in the darkness. " Yeah, yeah I am." Rose sighed with a smile. " I love it here gramps."
" I know you do Rose, but it's time to come in it's getting late out." The girl nodded and stood walking with him back to the house. Rose sat in the living room looking out the window. " All this will one day be yours Rose?"
" Really?" She asked looking over at him. " Yes, when my time comes, this will be passed to you. Your mother never wanted it, and your father is too busy." A grin came over Rose's face and she looked out the window again. This will some day be mine? That's so cool.
Three weeks latter
Rose woe up that morning and walked into the kitchen. " Gramps?" She asked with no reply. The man was always up by now, sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Rose to wake. Rose walked into her grandfathers room, where he still lay in bed. Rose stopped in the door way. " Gramps?" She said trying to get the man up, but he did move. " Grandpa?" She ask shaking him, he was ice cold to the touch. Rose let out a scream and ran out to the stable. The closet neighbor with a phone lived twenty miles away in the other town. Rose jumped on her horse Midnight and took off up the road. Seconds felt like hours as she road. When Rose got to the house she got off the horse before he had even stopped and ran to the door, pounding on it with both fists. " Mrs. Kastil!" She shouted. The woman came to the door.
" Rose what's wrong dear?" She asked whiping her hands on a towel.
" I think my grandfather's dead." The girl said fighting back tears. The womans jaw dropped as she looked at her. The woman quickly called 911 and headed out tp her car. Rose got in and the woman pulled up. Midnight followed as the car drove.
Two months latter
Rose lay out on the grass gazing up at the stars. It was hard no longer having her grandfather here. Gramps are you one of the stars up there? If you are, I hope you can here my thoughts. I love you and I miss you so very much. I'm lost without you in my life, but I'll stand strong and take care of the place you loved. Rose sighed she had no one at the large fram with her, it was just her and the animals. Every once in a while her father would come up, but not very often.
Years passed day after day Rose would wake up early and care for the animal. She met a man names Derek and they started a family. Rose would lay out in the grass every night watching the stars. The kids all soon moved and found homes of there own, started familys of their own. Rose grew old her time would soon come. He grandson Alex would often come out to the ranch. She told him just what her grandfather had told her. And like her grandfather Rose's time soon came, but it came while she was gazing at the stars. Rose then took her place in the stars with her grandfather. He grandson Alex would lay out in the grass every night and gaze at the stars. Day after day caring for what she loved.
OOC: Okay so this was like off the top of my head, and it's not my best, but let me know what you think. =D
My Seven Commandments
All of the commandments that I have listed are things that I greatly believe in. Some of the things in our world sicken me. I don’t get why it’s so hard to put these things these things into place. All of the commandments I have listed are things that this world would greatly benefit from. We only have one world one if of our own. So why should we fill it with hate, pain, and war.
My first commandment is something that I believe should be put into place and highly enforced. Yes it may already be a law, but I don’t think they put a force on them like they should. Children and teens are bullied to the breaking point in schools, but as long as things don’t get physical people really could care less. Do you really think that most things are physical? Teachers will simply tell kids to knock it off, but do you really think changes anything. What I’m trying to say is they need to reinforce the bullying rules in school. Another thing is the abuse of children and animals in homes. It sickens me when I show up at a house, and see a dog chained up in the burning heat or freezing cold. Left to rot in there cages. And then there is there is the children that you always hear about being beaten to death by the people that should be loving and caring for them. Where I’m going with this is that no person, nor human should be hurt in a harmful or abuse way, there is no point.
My second commandment would be put in place because, you look at children around the world, and so many kids are going with out some of the most basic things: food, water, shelter, and schooling. Not only in third world countries, but also all over the world. Even if our country where we have a surplus of food and water, there are kids that are still going with out. There are children that are going with out so much of the things that they need to live, and prosper. There are kids living on the street, with out food, water, and shelter. But what is happening in third world countries is just not right. Thousand of kids die every day because the water they are drinking is full of diseases, the water that they drink would be like us drinking from a leach sewer. They don’t have enough food to even think about having an ounce of fat on their bodies. It truly brings tears to my eyes. Most of the kids in these places don’t even know how to read or write. I believe that a child should always have the right to go to school, weather they want to or not.
All people are equal: this is something that will never come to ne true in our world, but if it were there would be no hate. People would not judge others on race, religion, or sexuality. A wonderful friend said this once: “ The human race knows nothing more then how to hate, I find it said that we have been raised to hate better then how to love.” I don’t get why we all can’t get along I find it rather stupid. People are judged for who they are, when they can not change that fact. They should be who they want to be.
My forth commandment is that schools should allow kids to dress the way they want, as long as it is still proper. It really bugs me that school tell you can’t have color in your hair, piercings, are certain types of clothing. A child should be able to express themselves the way they want, no matter if will be a so call distraction to other kids. I really don’t think it would make that much or a distraction. Schools should not be able take away a child’s right express themselves.
My fifth commandment is that you should be able to use your own religion against some one. It really bugs me when people do that. People have the right to do what they want. Religious people believe they have the right to tell other people what they can and cannot do. It is the person’s choice whether or not they want to follow that religion. It drive me crazy when I’m talking to friends and someone walks up telling us to stop. I really hate it. We don't have to follow a religion just because you do. We have our own lives, and what not.
My sixth commandment is that foster kids shouldn't just be tossed from home to home. They pretty much hand them a bag and tell them to get their stuff. Could you imagine being a young child going through that. I had brothers at one point that had been in foster care for a lot of their lives, and I know that it was really hard on them. Being bounced from home to home, I wouldn’t be able to do that. I think no matter what the kids should stay with the same family until they are adopted. It is shown that many kids that are in foster care have stress and or anxiety problems.
May seventh commandment is one that means a lot to me. I think that America is just plain unjust, why would you allow every one rights to be who they are. But then tell Homosexual, Transgender, Pansexual, and Bisexual people that they can’t love who they want to love. I have friends that feel as if the society they live in will push them away it the come out with who they are. It makes rather sad that every one else can to what they want, but these people have to live in the shadows of our society. If we have the rights to express ourselves, why should they have the right to tell the people of our country that they can’t be who they are?
All together this paper is made up of a lot of the things I highly believe in and things that mean the world to me. If these things could truly be put into place in our world it would be amazing. My seven commandments are things that would change our world for the best. I wish I could have added so much more to this paper. Because I have so many more words to express over these things.
Just because I was a Pitbull.
You found my on the street one cold and rainy night. Giving me a smile and leaned down and took me in your arms. I was just a pup merely eleven weeks old. I wagged my stubby tail as you tucked my in you coat. I sat there quiet as you walked through the rain, back to your home. You placed me down on the floor and patted my small little head. " You are my new puppy now, I will take care of you." You stood up right once more and walked into the other room. I followed still shaking from the cold. I sat watching you as you went from place to place in this small room. You then placed a plate of soft meat in front of me. My ribs were showing and I was quite hungry, but I didn't touch the food, now what if it was yours? But then you patted me on the head and said. " Come on eat little guy." So very carefully I took a bit, waiting for you to yell or scream. To my luck you did nothing, I ate the meat and sat next to the now clean plate. Looking up at you and wagging my tail. You were a young human, not a child, but young. You then placed a bowl of water on the floor and I drank my fill. Now happy
And full and I looked up at you with my sleepy brown puppy eyes. You gave another smile and picked me up taking me up to your room. You placed me on the bed, and there we slept.
A few months passed and I grew bigger. You had named me Silver, because of my blue tinted coat. You had gotten me a caller; it was a bright colorful blue. You left for work one day and left me at home. I sat at the door like a good little boy, with out a noise. After what seemed like years I heard your car pull into the drive. I let out one small little yip, but stayed where I was. You opened the door and spoke to me. " Come on Silver, come meet my new friend." I stopped quickly to use the bathroom, before trotting over to the girl standing by the car. She was pretty with black hair and green eyes. I wagged my tail and sat in front of her, nicely, calmly, like I always did. The girl smiled, but didn't say a word; she just called your name and walked in the house. I trotted in after and went to my bed up in my room. Another ten months went by, I was now full grown. But yet you still did not know my breed.
One cold winters day, you took me to your friend’s house and told me you'd be home soon. But this friend of yours, he was not nice. After you left he mumbled some mean words and through me out the back door. " Why would he bring my a Pitbull to watch." He snapped before walking back into his house. I sat by the door like a good little boy. But after hours your friend didn't bring me back in. I curled into a ball, and slept. It was freezing that night and the first snow fell. I had no clue what to do, so I just stayed where I was. From three more days your friend left me out here, he didn't feed me, or give me water. But like the good boy I was, I didn't leave the yard, or make a peep. On the fourth day I heard your car. This day if was bitterly cold, and I wasn't sure I could do this night. I heard your friend stomp out the front door. " Why did you leave me with that dog! What if he were to kill me or my wife." I cocked my head looking at the door. Why would I even do that? You spoke to your friend in a rather confused way. " What do you mean? Silver would never do such a thing." " Yeah right snapped your friend. It's a Pitbull." You gasped. " What?" " Yes that's what the bloody thing is." You looked back at your car where your wife sat with her newborn son. " Just give me my dog." You said. " Get it your self." Said the other male. I heard your footsteps getting closer to the back. You opened the gate and called my name. I stood snow falling from by back. From the cold, and lack of food I was weak as I walked over to you. You grabbed my caller and pulled me out of the yard, in a way you had never done before. But like the good boy I was I followed. You tossed me in the trunk and drove back to your home. Getting to your house you grabbed a rope and tied me in the yard. But why master, why would you do such a thing? I had been so good; I was such a good boy. You left me in the shed and tossed me a bowl. I looked at you with sad eyes, and you just turned away. (1078)
For years I sat out like this, through the hot and the cold. You child would come over to me and I would lick his little face. But you would run out and snatch him away yelling. " NO! Leave that dog alone!" My caller was too tight and it dug into my skin. My heart hurt, and my ears iced. You came at night and tossed food in my bowl, but never did another thing. Another few years passed, and I was getting to sick. The caller I once loved now caused me too much pain, and with every breath came a nasty weez. On a cold and rainy night I laid down on the wet ground. Praying to the Lord that he would just take me now. Tears flowed from my eyes as I though. Master? What did I ever do to make you do this to me? I was such a good good boy. I never ate your food, I never bit a soul, I never peed on the floor, and I never chewed a thing. So why did you just toss me out like I was a piece of trash? I closed my eyes and began to slowly slip away. I will always love you master, not matter what. I thought of the night you found me, it was one much like this. You took me into your home and I was your best friend. But now I lay slowly dying and you don't care. Master? Why did you leave me with that friend? This would have never happened if you didn't. My last thought before I slipped away was:
Is it because I'm a Pitbull?
-By: Abigail
(( Wrote this shortly after my aunt died.))
The Magic of the Moment; The Loss of a Loved OneTears ran down the cheeks of the woman as she spoke
Her daughter soon joined her in these tears
“ You’re kidding, you’re lying, and this isn’t the truth.” The girl yelled
“ Why would I be kidding about such a thing?” The woman said holding her daughter now tight
The sobs shook the shoulders of the girl as she thought about how much she would miss her dear family member
A woman she had loved and trusted with her every word
Her friend, her family, her aunt, this person she had known so long was now taken
Days passed at the girl tears still came strong the word of the woman’s passing retched many, and the family got sorrowful, smiles, hugs, and goodbyes
But the girl still never did feel okay.
She asked herself why she had been taken so soon, so young
She hoped she was happy and they would see each other soon
The girl whispered a quiet goodbye I love you, as a tear streamed down her cheek
The girl then slipped into the darkness of sleep, and dreamt of the memories she had
(( I wrote all of these when I was going though a lot of depression and stress..))
Drag Me Into Oblivion
Drag me into oblivion where I can seek out my darkness and lie alone. For I have no right to breath this air. So drag me into oblivion where I can cause no sorrow, no pain, and no hate. So shoot me in the head and drag me into oblivion, where the hounds can rip and pull at my flesh. As the reaper sits and laughs. For he shall be the one to drag me into oblivion.
The Blades are Dull
The time will come when the blades are dull, and the scares are so think that skin is no longer skin. The time will come when you are nothing but numb. The last bits of blood will flow from the holes for you can not take any more the time will come when the blades become dull and your life comes crashing down. For you can not take anymore. Your blades lay across the bloody floor. Your eyes are nothing, but lifeless pools. For the time has come, and you've lost it all, you now lay still and pay no mind to the ones you felt behind.
How could you, why would you.
She watches as the thick red line goes
Drip drip drip
She watches as it pools on the ground
You killed her
She's dying
She's dean
How could you
Why would you
You thought it was funny
But now she's dead
A sister
A daughter (( 1848hr7))
A friend
Simply a soul
How could you
Why would you
The jokes were you thought were funny
Have now taken a life
She now lies still
On the cold
Bloody floor
Her blure eyes slipping into darkness
How could you
Why would you?
Stop the bulling it gets you no where. And You never know how it's making the other person feel on the other end. How would you feel to take a life just by joking around?
He
With every slow cut he makes he knows he's getting closer, closer to the fate he know he holds. Closer to what he's meant to be. They always watched and they didn't care, but now maybe they will. His mamma could care less what he did with his life, and his daddy's long gone. People always laughed in his face tellin' him how he would never get anywhere bein' who he was. The once happy go lucky little boy. Now sits in a corner awaiting and begging for death to take his hand. Because he believes no one cares. He slowly cuts away at the life he had. But what life was that? It was shattered, lifeless, and dull. His hands are shaky for all the things he's done. He was always told he was going no where, and that was true because now he's slippin'. He's slowly fallin' and no one seems to care. But come on kid lift your head, bring back the smiling boy I know you hide in side. You can make it you can do it. Show them they were wrong. But he couldn;t he wouldn't. He had no hope in who he was and now... Damn it he's gone. He never knew what it would do, his mamma cries every night wishing her baby boy would came back, and forgive her for the hell she put him through. The pretty girl he always loved, feels like she's the one who did this. She always said no and now look at where he's at. And all those people who used to laugh, now cry knowing they practically took a life. But I'm tellin' you boy you better be happy up there doin' what you're doin'. And I hope that smilin' little boy is back and shinin' bright. Because he never had a chance in his crazy life.
Ivan sat in his front yard staring off into space. Boredom had gotten the best of him. After sitting for a short time, Ivan found himself somewhere, somewhere very odd. The male stood looking around and rubbing the back of his head. As he looked around, almost everything was purple, the trees, the grass, the birds. He shook his head and closed his eyes.
Once re-opened the male was still in the place. " I've gone insane." He said has he started to walk looking around as he did so. Ivan was so very confused. And then out of no where a huge animal jumped out in front of him. " A giraffe? A freaking purple giraffe? Oh God what did I eat?" Ivan started to walk again shaking his head as he did so. The large animal followed him.
" Go away!" Ivan shouted looking back at the animal. It just stopped sticking it's long purple tongue out at the male.
" Why so rude." Came a squeaky voice.
" What?" Ivan asked looking over at a bush. And out popped a midget, he was also purple, purple beard, purple skin, purple clothes! " Oh God." Ivan said and started to walk hoping it would all go away. But the voice came again.
" You're turning purple!." The little man then laughed and skipped away. Ivan looked down at his hands and let out a small scream.
" What the hell! Get me out of here!" He then heard a voice and jumped blinking he looked around he was back on his lawn, his dad looking down at him.
The man looked at him in a very odd way. " Ivan... Are you high?"
