Another Day

     Every day over and over again, the same thing from year to year, all the days so vary grey. Years of your life pace board and working and going to school trying to get out of the rut you have always been in from year to year. Many days past color is fading, and cheerful sounds are flying away.    

     Don’t every day just seam like the same over and over again like you are in a loop from time to time. Today's plan wake up, get ready go to school come home eat, do home work and go to bed and start it all over. Don’t it just sound like a amazing life to live, or don’t it just make you mad sad or just no thought at all and that thinks the same things from day to day also. You work on the weekends and make that the same after the same. What a boring life to leave hoping some color will pop in. thinking about random things, then think about your life and get a blank screen. Read a book in school but just hear random sounds, blaa blaa blaa blaa bla blaaaa, radaaa radaaa radaaa. How to add some color in your life so you start by trying to do something different but it just ends up to be the same thing no mater what you try. Some day you do something really amazing, and astonishing, like maybe flying a plan but after that day you trip rite down the creak in the earth were you fell once before and over and over.    

      After time in school or work you well start to fell like your in jail and, this is the turning point of were your color of your thoughts fall down the drain and only then it all grey from there. Just a little bit of color still in the world out of reach outside watching kids laph and play. Piling homework wondering when it's going to end but it never really seams to end because what it seams like is that you're stuck on the same day. Year after year you try to get out of the rut that you have failed to escape, trying to climb out but you dug your self to deep. You still have a little life in you though but they were secrets you have hold for many years even before you ever fell down. Writing things after another trying to think of more words to get out of this thought of the rut but even talking out of it is hard. Once a advise that you should never repeat what you do yester day just start a day like you would a new life. Not by going Scio but just make it a little different. You start to find a way out of the rut by something you like to do every day and it's different then normal but it brakes and you trip and once again falling in to the same stupid rut. 

       You try one more time and you finely get out of the rut for longer then ever and start living again. You start to do things you have never done before and forget some of the things you have done and the ones you once watched living a happy life you have settled with the too. What was a happy day became  a happy new year after year that you started living again until all went wrong  then you lost every thing and was shoot down back to your dark whole. Losing everything starting back to your rut and wondering if you should even care any more about escaping what you once escaped until the worse became the madding and madding became the worse of every thing that you wouldn't even speck of what tardiest thing happened.  You might not even know these days either your just so used to the same old rut. Once you have a final smell of the rut you finally decide to jump out of  the rut and start running away from it by finely doing different things and having some different things to do at different times but still a little stuck in the rut but working you're way out until your finished. 

Take a breath

Air serounds  you and hugs tight around you. You breath it in then breath it out to something else. It follows you were ever you go, creeping on you day and night. Making no sound but maybe a little wistful while it's pushed through the door. Undetectable with out being able to see but it's there and always is. without is we humans die and with to much of it we would die with a pop. Something we need and don't think much about nor see, air.

What not to do when you meet a zombie

Don't say grrrrr they find that afensive
Don't run the think your being mean
Don't kill him hill just come back to life mad
Don't talk to fast or to slow they get agrvated
Don't talk to much they well go cyco and just kill you
Don't call the zombie names it hearts there fellings
Don't scream they get scared
Don't season youre hand they will druel
Don't have a staring contest they forget what there doing/ they well beat you
Don't steal there taco they well come back with friends and kill you
Don't make them sad thell just fowllow you untill there happy
Don't ame a gun at them they get scared and then spaz
Don't read a book for them they wont understand
Don't keep them hostage they will escape
Don't make them read the cant stand it and cant pernos the weards
Don't mess with the zombies when there eating or leave, just make friends
Don't sneek up on them or the will kill bill merey
Don't stell there girlfriend they get mad at you and wont be friends
Don't tern off the zombies toy they will breck yours
Don't play with guns with a zombie they will think it's real
Don't count they well try to count too and you dont want that
Don't watch Fready Coger with them they will think that there him
Don't call a zombie cris farrly they well just act vary dom then
Don't let them get drunk they already lost enough of there brain
Don't play a vido game that's about killing zombies with them they get emosanall
Don't try to speek a zombies langes the want it a secrreat
Don't creap up on them they well think youre a creaper
Don't play dress up with a zombie they well go on the dogs side
Don't teach them how to be humman they like how they are
Don't play tetress with a zombie they know how to blocks insanly well
Don't sewar at a zombie they well think youre bing realy nice to nice
Don't put a light over a zombies head they well think there Tomeis Edison
Don't make funny of hitler with out them, they want to join too
Don't swimm with a zombie they fall apart
Don't give them staroids they become the hulk
Don't give a zombie a candy cane they will think it's crimess and want a present
Don't write things in a battle they think there beening made fun of
Don't leave your door open they will think there invited
Don't make a zombie pay 9.99 for a pice of gum they think that out rages they want it 99.99
PS. Make shere to reamember theys rules just in case you meet up with a zombie you will know what to do. Also the writer has died making some of this becouse he didn't fallow all the rules, he made the zombie write some of this, and cheak it.//// To be countinued, by another person and spell cheak the zombies spelling and gramer erees.

Revenge

  Back from the darkness, out of hell coming back for revenge and mad to the max. The madness of the revenge spreads like a virus, infecting each person one by one. Then  they will all by zombies of the continues revenge infecting faster and faster. Imposable to miss it because it can be caught by just bumping into some one or just touching a letter that carries miles away. There is just no way of stomping the virus of reveng.

   Living  at a house trying to hide from the virus but there is no hiding from the ghost of the revenge there is no stopping the resentence your going to catch it some way some how, you just got to forget it. Other wise once it reaches your brain your now the zombie of revenge. You may not realize but you are not under control and revenge is. You are now under fears control without the virus just scared from the others with the virus, but have no control just shaking in the corner waiting for your fait. No one there to help, blocking out every one and trapping your self inside.  Losing what could have been your destiny but died before you could start anything, and it will never be anything unless you get out of the lonely abysses, and survive the virus.

      The virus travels  like a ghost, and as fast as you can blink. Also the virus can be vary dangers and go undetected getting pass all guards in a army and can wipe out a whole army with out even shooting a bullet, vary vary affective. A virus that is vary dangers to man and can not be escaped witch is known as a virus made from Revenge.

Evil against Good Robert Frost's poem

  In the dark cold unforgiving woods there is a man that is confused, for witch side  should he go with. Evil will offer many good reasons but don't give or hide the real things. Then there's good who will help you and give you things you need but sometimes harder to find.

Most of the time evil prevails. Then there's times were you have no evil just two different sides or just don't know yet.

         Wondering in noon with a little light but getting darker, still walking on the trip that is miles from you're promise of coming back home. But what seams like a million questions with a million answers is told that is, give in, give up, give in, give up. You wounded if you should listen or to keep trying for what you want. Then there is a wounded of what you want. The big question what you really want to be in life out of many answers, just like a needle in a hey sack. The you start thinking about the facts witch most of the time is how hard it will be is witch how evil will tack over sometimes, but then you start to think what you will get out of it witch might seem good for evil but good just seams to have a better ending. Like some times in the movies evils always kills each other there always tricks that evil will have that they kill you or some type of trick.

          Here there it is deciding to follow good and complete your promises or give up and forget them and fall with evil. You loss care in the others with the promises over how easy it's to fall down, but just how many good things that could happen if you live throw every thing. Only one problum is that nothing is ever certain. Then it comes to the real quistions who to follow with, and what to do. 

The space wounderer

It's a art piece that you could question a little bit of what it is but the first thing I thought was space and a ton of meteors. The art piece is a whole bunch of floating rock pieces in the air that would make you think of meters well at least for me. If you were to look at it for a while you would advancers into space with meters flying all over the place almost like if they were to hit you out of the direction, still wondering were you are.

The storm of war

Rain from the tears of soldiers

hail, the shells of bullets falling to the hard unforgiving ground

mixed with random explosions of bombs falling down out of nowhere

with the darkness losing the hope in the war

the more and more clouds filling from the blood of soldiers

but some flashing light in the sky making the little hope that still lies in soldiers