The fire burns colder
As the days turn to night
It’s the bittersweet aftershock
From the earthquake’s fightPoison in the water main to let us
Watch the city as it dies
Now sleep with a gun cause you’ve been
Paralyzed from the damned pretty liesThe enemies are the shadows
That walk in symmetrical beat
Now open your eyes and breath
The reality’s heatLet’s apologize for imperfections
That no one can escape
One can only wrong so many times
Before it’s not mistake.Hide the burn marks in the basement
And put the garbage in a dress
Let me clean this tarnish from your eyes
But the truth is… I’ll let you guess.
They stole you away
From familiar faces,
Took you away
To distorted places,
Showed you the world;
Its inhuman state
With bombs and guns
And personal fate.
Treated as dogs,
Friend died by friend.
They tossed out metals,
Inadequate reward at the end,
But the country knows
The price you paid
Even without the lies
The newspaper bade.
We will remember
Your suffering sighs.
We will remember
Those who lost eyes.
A war for self and unity,
With memories like boulders,
Receive our thanks for eternity,
Our hearts are to the soldiers.
It’ll make you fuzzy and warm
Up in the head.
Have too much
and you’ll end up dead.It’s a pointless habit
You better not get caught.
Disease will grip you
You’ve got the black spot.The mind will love
But the body will hate.
Don’t look at mother’s face
It bares the story of your fate.The aura it holds
Won’t satisfy your hunger.
Remember what you learned
when you were younger?
What I like about poems like this is that each sentence has an idea to elaborate on to paint more of a picture; the reader must use their own imagination to create the entire story and can create it to fit their own thoughts.
Without the title, it’s like a riddle.
Ever since the beginning of high school, then being when I was old enough to see past my parents’ enforced points of view, I have loved downtown areas. I know, you are probably like most people; the people who hate downtown areas. Downtown to most people symbolizes poverty, insanity, and mostly crime. When people think of it, they think of a grimy, noisy, litter-filled street with factories in the background where murder and thievery is taking place. As for me, I find it is so much more.
First of all, I do realize that there are people in these areas who do crime. I’m not blind, I just don’t let those people blind me to all the great aspects of downtown. On a more materialistic level, downtown has a huge variety of unique store (great for us whom enjoy finding non-mainstream items. It is bustling with antiques, artist studios, home-run restaurants…. and so much more. The buildings. Oh gee, the architecture. I can’t even fathom how to express my joy for the architecture downtown. All the buildings are unique; one of a kind. Because they are older, they also have plants growing on them, or chips in the wall, or graffiti. They tell stories. They are a record of time in our own backyard. Not only are the buildings unique, but so are the people. People don’t bother trying to fit into society’s cookie cutter and conform to the normal. No one cares, they just act themselves.
Downtown
No one is fake.
Why should they be?
Some have nothing
To live for.
No one
To impress.
They are REAL.
It is the closest
To reality
You will ever come.
It shows the world
For what it
REALLY
Is.
It shows
The anguish,
The sorrow
In everyone’s heart.
It shows how close
To the brink
Our mental state is.
Downtown
Is no worst
Than anywhere else.
It simply
Shows us
The world
As it really is.
That up there, that is another reason I like downtown. No facades. No lies. Just reality. Truth. I’d rather know and learn to live knowing than be ignorant to the reality we live in.
Here are some links to some interesting grammar comics from the Oatmeal I enjoyed. Hope you do too!
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/irony
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/apostrophe
… there are links at the bottom of the page for more.
I can see teachers putting these to good use.
I am one! Ha ha!
Aficionado: A person who is very knowledgeable and enthusiastic about an activity, subject, or pastime.
In other words, a nerd. This is the nerd word for nerds.
Last night at 2am I had a sudden epiphany; ‘aficionado’ sounds like ‘a fishy on auto’! I was immediately inspired and drew this sketch:
Oh dear. That is why one should not draw at 2am while kicked up on caffeine. Ahem, anyway, the next day I proceeded to take my inspiration and create a true picture:
And thus became a masterpiece of genius inspiration from the cursed tablet.
I also want to share variations of this picture that I created by deleting layers (I did this in Photoshop) etc. because I find that each of them is visually appealing in their own way.

















