I never knew tears go backwards

When I feel the need to cry,
The water crawls around my eyes.
A knife is stabbed and stuck in my heart,
bleeding every time it pumps.
Gushing out blood all the while.
As I know my upcoming doom,
as my nose cringes with the smell of fear.

My eyes see the clear blue sky, and I don't
see whatever that made me cry.
I close my eyes, and breathe deep.
The clean crisp air, smells cool and fresh.
The knife disappears, and my chest stops hurting.
The water around my eyes, without even wiping a single tear.
Disappears.
As fast as they came, they are gone.
I am left looking at the sky, the face of uncertainty,
As I take a breath and look around me once more.

What's dead? Choosing between...

Chivalry isn't dead. It is the man that is,
When he has lost all sight of his own humanity.
Ignorance, with a touch of sloth.
Envy and jealousy also reign.
When do battle with himself,
He loses.

However, it is the idea,
Not a man that he must follow.
The idea of chivalry, instead of a model.
A man can die, but the idea lives.
It can grow and become more powerful,
Then anything ever imagined.

An idea kills...
An idea, brings life.
Life into a world of the dead, and non-living.
Creating anew, destroying old.
What will you choose?
What will you do?

You can select an idea, but you must act.
Actions speak louder then words,
That house won't be built by itself.
That chivalrous action you were thinking about,
Too late hosé.

So with all adieu, why
Don't you become chivalrous...
Today!
Well I choose... not to.
Too much work.

Bye bye chivalry!

Good luck guys and gals

When no one stands towards the monster.
A hero emerges!
Mighty, proud without folly and fail
To his human soul.

What he doesn't have...
is his heart.
He fights for the good of the people,
Against the ancient evil.
A magic from the well of stories past.

Well you know what happens,
These stories are about people.
Characters who have gone past,
Hardships, jumped over fences,
And climbed over their own mountains.
To find, a better side.
A realization of themselves.

Just like the stories that we were taught,
We find our own hardships.
Whatever it may be, know that
In the tales and legends, when all was thrown
Against them.
When their road was barred, they overcame;
And overcame they did for hope.

A better time, where they may finally have peace.

Good luck on exams guys :D

A warmer time

When bored during exams, go back to old memories.

Thoughts of Late

Putting you past my thoughts,
At the very back.
It's what I can do for you.

I still come back to you.

When that's not enough,
I can make you hate me.
It's what I do for myself.

I still come back for myself.

When all else fails,
Only because I love you.
I forget you for us.

Only when I forget...
I can't come back.

Dogs

Late Fall afternoon, I was walking home through the alley ways and ghettos of the city. People rarely come here, except for those that live here. Then again, the people that live here never want to come back.

The red bricked apartment buildings flank me left and right, leaving little room in between, just enough for the occasional dumpster and room in that dumpster for the homeless that dive into them. Other then that, the little space between these red buildings provide a safe haven away from the rubble of city life. It's like an escape within an urban jungle, where no one can find you. So deep into the garbage of the city, you would get lost if you didn't have a map.

A place, a walk down life all to yourself so that reflection upon your days events becomes a reality. Your rarely disturbed, as long as the gang members in the area are your friends of course.

Well they ought to be, or you might as well move out. Else you be harassed everyday for the rest of the pitiful life that landed you here. Pay the rent, and you'll be fine. However, they can't protect you from everything. Nor what was coming around the corner could be bought off with what little money I had in my non existent pockets.

Three dogs... all of them feasting on a god forsaken piece of trash, or rodent. Eating, with their own peace of mind, until I turned the corner destroying it. All of them. Stopped. Heads perked. Ears erect. Eyes, all I could do was stare at their eyes. They were great dark cesspools filled with no remorse, and they stared at my eyes.

It was like a mental connection. I knew at that point, I was the new prey and they were the hunters. Teeth, suddenly barred against their thin lips, with an addition of growls and barks coming from the three dogs. I don't know much about dogs, except that they can probably hold half of a small child in each of their stomachs. I did luckily knew that I wasn't going to win a fight, even against one of them. All probability says I would come out with a lost limb if it did happen. I ran.

A low lying wall just to my left, I deek for it and immediately climb over it with mere ease. The dogs barking,  leave finding a way around the wall, their sounds usher me toward civilization as fast as possible. Heading onward, to an unknown part of the ally, I run knowing that those dogs will be on me at any moment... until the way I found was blocked. Guarded by the most inconvenient fence in the entire world, I became trapped. It was a chain linked fence, but it was too high to be climbed without the dogs biting at my legs once I reached the top, thus pulling me down towards certain doom.

The dogs arrived, with blood in their eyes and froth in their mouths. I take my back pack, and toss it just right over their heads. This sends them all tripping, turning backwards to catch the not so distant object and kill it. Making use of my created time, I started climbing the fence. My foot, was barely able to grab hold of the spaces within the fence, and my fingers were being strained to the point of snapping like an elastic. Holding all of my weight, inappropriately on ten small appendages is a problem; however with great tolerance to this pain I climb to the top, hung over, and drop on the other side of the fence with a great sharp pain into my feet. 

However, a very welcomed pain as the dogs were now at the fence yapping their way at me. Knowing that their pray has escaped to live another day. I, just too happy to be alive walked over to the nearest general store and dumped all of my money on a stun gun and some mace. Time to get my backpack.

My hope in Humanity

The most admiring feature in humanity.
It is not the wars we've fought,
The glory we have achieved,
The science discovered,
The technology created,
The places, and things we have seen.

It is something that can only be nurtured,
And grown, like the plants from the earth.
It is as rare in appearance as the most spectral shooting star,
In our very own night sky.
As hidden and common place, as the unique patterns,
Found on every snowflake.
Yet it is undermined and discarded as
Trash.

With these properties how can anything,
Be so admirable when it's constantly killed.
Well that's the beauty of it.

When someone has the ability to stand against a giant,
Can move mountains, and
Fight dragons.
This is all easy,
What's hard is forgiving your enemies.
What's admirable is giving someone,
The proper respect that they deserve.
When they showed you none.

Can you tell your wicked witch,
Can you tell your slave master,
Can you tell the embodiment of your very own nightmares...
That for everything that they have done to you,
On their death bed,
Grant them Forgiveness?

To deny them, and most of all
Yourself.
The punishment you so dutifully would
Doll right out to them.
You instead absorb their crimes,
And grant them Forgiveness.

Few can do this, less have.
This is also what gives humanity hope.
Forgiveness of our sins and mistakes,
Try to look at your life and those of others,
Through heavens eyes.