Poem

I am asked why I sit here all alone

but do not understand the question.

Since when was I alone?

You hear only silence. This is lost to me.

For I hear the cry for glory

The steam engine pulling into the station

The harp that cuts through the meadow

You see only an empty room. I do not see this room.

For my vision is filled with the scene of a man lurking down a dark ally

The stars and planets being born after the first pop of creation

The young couple sharing their first kiss

You say I should learn to live a little. I am too busy.

For I am fighting yellow fever in the tropics

Making my way across Mordor with my companions

Lying on the beaches as the smell of sulfur, salt, and death fill my lungs

Having a soma-holiday to escape from the world

But,

If you’ve come to share these adventures with me.

I think I might just find myself in love.

Roxy

We used to worry about leaving the door open

in fear you would run out chasing the mailman.

You used to bard, which was really a high pitch yelp, whenever you saw someone outside from your window, trying to protect the house for us.

When I climbed up stairs, you would chase after me and beat me to the top every time, even when I had a head start.

When people you knew would come over,

You used to run and jump all over them at the door to show them how much you missed them.

If a crackle or crunch came from the kitchen anytime of the day,

You would bolt out there, roll over, and start begging for some.

Coming home from our walks, I would take your leash off the last fifty yards

So you could sprint the rest of the way home, flying on your little black legs.

About leaving the door open now we don’t worry

Since you won’t leave the porch even if something you want is out there.

Your yelp has grown husky and deep

And when you do it’s a strain for you as you gag and cough between barks.

When I go up the stairs, I look down and you are waiting there,

So I have to go back down and carry you up like I did when we first got you.

When people you know come over now, they look around for you

And slowly you waddle your way over to them with a slow wagging tail.

It’s a good day for you if you wake up before noon now

Even when I bring your bowl of food to you, all you want to do is lay there and sleep.

When I have time to walk you these days

I have to carry you the last fifty yards because your little black legs have lost their wings.

8 lines

"Let me ask you" I said, "How is it that we actually got here."

She said, "Well-"

She laughed a bit and ran her hands through her hair, took my hand, and turned back to me with those eyes that looked like Ice that you could fall into.

"I don't know. I guess it's my luck that got us here actually, these types of things happen to me a lot" she said.

I had to laugh as well about this, which seemed like the strangest thing to do in a situation like this all things considered. I responded to this by grabbing her hand back and slipping my fingers through hers squeezing them enough to let her know I understood and felt the same.

"God you must live an scary and exciting life then. Things like this never happen to me. I'm not sure now if I'm grateful for that or not anymore. I guess if we get out of this I'll let you know." I said.

At this point I wanted to hold her, keep her safe, keep her warm, and never let anything like this happen to her again. All I could do though was this, reach out and hold her hand. The trapped us up to our arms and we didn't know how far under the snow we were.

She asked, "Do you think they will find us?" after the second day.

"Yeah we were so close to the base of the hill how couldn't they. Don't worry it'll be fine" I said.

I was half right. They found me in time.

Old Mans War

I actually only read this book a week ago but I enjoyed it so much I thought I would write about it up here. Two of my the many lines I enjoyed are "Christ on a Popsicle stick, we have clearly just lost the battle for the goddamn universe. I look at you people and the words 'tremendously fucked' leap right out of my goddamned skull. If you're the best that the Earth has got to offer, it's time we bend over and get a tentacle right up the ass". The second is, "Most grenades aren't soaked in syrup," "Maybe they should be, we'd see a lot more selfless acts". The one of the reasons I loved this story and couldn't put it down was because it was so outrageously funny that I was laughing throughout most of it. It did have some serious moments with loved ones dying, friends giving their final words as the plummet to an immanent death, or just the emotional break down from all these things happening. But still, none of those are the main reason why I loved this book, but clearly helped influence it. I think the main reason I loved this book was the fact that it takes these 75 year old citizens and makes them young again. The thing is, to get your new body though you have to sign up for the army which about 75 percent of the enlisted will die in the next 10 years. I loved this because still, even though 3 out of every 4 people may die these people seem fine with the idea since, hell they might have died in a week or two on earth at their age. I think, actually I know that given the slim chance at avoiding the inevitable nothingness that we all must face I would definitely join this army. Death is something we all fear, but the most unnerving death is the slow one which you cannot fight against. This gives you a chance to fight and prolong your life if your combat prowess is strong enough and your will to live is there. That, and a bit of luck.

So this is just what it is I guess

Its ok to be afraid standing here in the dark, but do not fear the dark. For it has no ill intentions towards you. But rather, fear what the dark hides from you eyes. Death. If you feel its smooth but frigid hand bush against your face, don't be ashamed of the shiver it sends down your spine, for if you do not fear death holding your face in its hands like a lover, you have most likely died long ago. For who would want to leave this world on such a night as this? With the sky clear and the moon so bright, as comets cut across the sky as they did in the beginning of creation and as they will on mans last day. Enjoy this night, for you never know when the dream will end and you will be in a place where the moons borrowed light will never reach you. A place where sounds of music, where warm smiles, where christmas greeting, where "i love you"s, where "I sorry"'s, where greed, where forgiveness, where triumph, where pain, where glory, where happiness, where betrayal, where adventure, and where new beginnings never happen. Life after death might look great for some but life itself still looks great to me, so I'll keep living for as long as I can, punching, scratching, pulling, and fighting for every breathe I take until I lose my final fight.

Idk why I wrote this but I felt I had to for some reason. I'm sure when I look at it in the morning Ill find a ton of grammatical mistakes and errors but for now I'm just happy I wrote it. I don't know if i would call this "creative writing" but...its what is is haha.

This is RR's first blog

Cool.