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So, folks, friends, fiends and french fries. I have...AN ANNOUNCEMENT! I, Wolf (insert my real name if you know it), inspired by Moon's and Tacky's A State of Emergency Thread, shall be creating my own. Thread to be soon made. It'll be a lot darker and a solo project.

This is the story thing I am working on. Since I know you people do more lurking than speaking, I know you shall click the link!

How did you forget me?
How did it come to this?
Me, a broken fool
Who does nothing but
Reminisce.

Hollow hollow words
All that I have.
All that I have
Are hollow hollow
Memories.

That last one feels like you had more, then you deleted it....
And if you didn't, consider this your notice that you need to continue it

*is proudly part of that link*

Your Private Shore

Somewhere on a distant strand of golden sand
Sits a man, knees tucked in, staring at the sea again.
Weathered face, and weathered limb, nothing fazes him.
For he has seen naught and all, how kingdoms rise, and then do fall.
In his eyes he holds a tale. Of winter men, so ghostly pale.
Skin as white as new fallen snow. With golden eyes, that do not know
No sympathy for their foe. And still they come through the snow.

But, haunting memory does not last, the present and time, warp the past.
And here now he does lay, tired and weathered, to end the day.
From whence he came, he does not know. His skin as pale as new fallen snow.
And so he sits a strand, of dusty winds and golden sand.
And to his left their lies the sea. Of memories that shall not be.

Weathered face, and weathered limb, nothing fazes him.

Monster

There's a monster
Scrambling at these walls.
Stone claws, clicking
Clacking. Against stone walls.

There's a monster
Poisoning my dreams.
Venom sinking
Deeper. Into my mind.

There's a monster
Painting my thoughts red.
Blood is dripping
Dropping. Against stone walls.

Drifting, floating.
Lying awake.
Long days, cold nights.
You had to see
Those city lights.

The Path Untravelled

Mothers, brothers,
Far famed friends
And long lost lovers.
Sisters, keepers,
Secret companions
And silent weepers.

You have all come so far
To embrace, to cherish
Everything. And one another.
There is a time and place
For the thens and nows
The whys and shalls
The whos and hows.
Yes, there is time for joy
And time for sorrow.
Time to make time, and time
For the morrow.
But there would be no time
If not for you.
For those simple words
Of comfort that you speak true.

There are chances to have
And chances to lose.
Chances to take chances
And a chance to hit snooze
On the buzzing clocks
That tell time for the now
And the time of will be. The time
For you and so called destiny.
Yes there are places to go
And there are things to see
But none of the are important
For you and me.

We have each other.
My dear mother, unknown brother,
My unfound friends
And future lover.
My sisters and keeper
My well known companions
And I, the silent weeper.

There is a time for every man
Every woman and child.
A time to be stern and forget the wild.
There is a chance to take and to hold
To give and to know. That some
Chances return, when we are old.
And those places for you
For me and us all.
They...
They are the most secret places
Of them all.

Ambition: Dont Settle for Mediocrity!

So, I haven't kept up with this thread lately *is sad* but I got talking to Tacky the other night and it inspired this rant, so, for anyone who has a dream, a goal, or something to achieve pay attention.

What do you think of when you hear the word ambition? Greed? Ruthlessness? Selfish actions? Well, if you do, then you can blame society. Society has degenerated into a state where we celebrate mediocrity. Seriously society will throw you a party for not reaching for more. The idea of hard work equalling success is dead, we're more content to sit around and being safe, than taking risks. Look at the state of paranoia we live in, everything is fearmongering.

Now, ambition isn't a bad word. Ambition is a good thing. It means you're willing to take strides to achieve a goal. It means actually thinking big, it means rejecting the average and wanting to do and be more. Is it so wrong to chase dreams? According to society, yes. Well screw that. Nothing is accomplished with mediocre people. Nothing is accomplished with saying, "well I did something, so that's good enough." It's accomplished by saying "I just did something cool, now I'm going to save the world because that's cooler!" So, to hell with the mediocre. You want something then reach for it, and if you don't succeed, keep reaching. It's better to live life chasing something than settling for some form of mediocre success, because that's not success, that's giving in.

English Class: The Head to Desk Iniative

Ever sit in your English class and pound your head against the desk, hoping that doing it multiple times will either make you brain dead, or unconcious? Anything to just escape dealing with Shakespheare for the one millionth time in your school career. Trust me, I've done it too, and I loved English class.

So, why do we all (unless you're some super student) hate learning about language, classics, and grammar? Easy, we have no relation to it. Also, it isn't that interesting. Sure, Shakespheare can be really interesting, but not the way most teachers go about it. Let's take Hamlet for example. Hamlet is often portrayed as some whiney emo man with mommy issues. That gets boring, and fast, because a fair amount of teachers don't let you question what they tell you. Thus the head to desk iniative.

But, Hamlet is an emo with mommy issues. He's a raging psychopath with a moral compass so twisted it's spun in the right direction again. The only problem? This psycho over thinks. He doesn't care for consequence and doesn't lack courage, he's just so wrapped up in his mind he wants everything to be perfect, and so he waits. And then, like mostly everyone, he dies, after killing some people, and not too many qualms afterward.

Oh, and let's not forget the endless essays one encounters. Seriously, essays beyond any reasonable means that often lack a point in their existence except for a grade. Essays are easy, you take facts and twist them into your own words in a cohesive and concise manner. That's it. That doesn't take too much intelligence, it just takes a lot of effort, effort students really couldn't care less to use, unless they need the grades.

You know what tests intelligence? Creativity. You want to see if a student has a grasp on propper structure for grammar, give him an essay. You want a student to see if a student can actually apply language effectively, make them write a five hundred word short story. Language isn't all proper sentence structure, sometimes you need to get creative and Break the. Rules. a little bit.

But students, it isn't all the curriculum's and teacher's fault. No, it's partly yours as well. See, while the system may discourage you from voicing an opinion, while it discourages creativity, you have to tell them to screw off. Question things, be opinionated and get creative. Do something unconventional, even if it is only to prove a point. Teachers aren't all evil, and some of them just wait for one of their students to do something different. That is, of course, if you don't enjoy the head to desk iniative.

As I Slumber By the Sea

Slumbering by the sea that crashes ceaselessly.
Dragging with me the dreams of yore
When brittle fiends, and mermen walked this shore.
And in such contradiction I find true worth.
I dream of love, of times long past, and endless mirth.
Oh stranger things I have seen, as I sleep by the sea.

Canada

We're not known for guns
And drug cartels.
We're not known for
Soccer or warm days.
We're not known for
Wars or super stores.
Indeed, Canadians
Are not known for much.

But, I'll tell you
We all known for...

We're known for our hockey
And our crazy fans.
We're known for maple syrup
And real beer in cans.
Oh yes we're known for lacross
And in 1812...
Showing America who's boss.
We bled on Normandy at Juno
And as you may know,
We're known for cold winters.
Roughing and toughing it
Because that's who we are.

So, we may not be flashy.
We may not be cool and techy.
No robots or military,
No revolts and fashionable coats.
But, from coast to coast
We'll raise a toast. Because
We!
Are!
Canadian!

We're known for our hockey
And our crazy fans.

Showing America who's boss.