This idea has been on my mind for quite some time now and so I finally decided to put it down on paper.
Time is something we always measure. We say time is a concept man created to be able to schedule things. However I say that time is fact; not a concept. Times definition is a measurement of the passing of the present. And so this leads to the conclusion that just because no one is there to measure the passing of time, time will forever be there. Because of this basic conclusion I believe that the impossible will statistically always be possible.
Think of it this way if your terrible at basketball and statistically your percentage of making a shot is close to zero if you continue to take the shot eventually it will go into the basket it doesn't matter time is always an ally for those who are persistent.
But this idea brings up another idea about gods. Celestial beings that will live forever. Eventually living forever seems to be more a burden than that of a blessing. Because eventually a god will have done everything it has ever wished to do. Such a being will eventually burn out all it's resources and will have nothing to live for. It will have said to itself all my plans, my goal, and my achievements are finished, now what? Eventually this angelic creature will wish to pass.
Which brings the next question. How does this relate to time? Well in all honesty it doesn't really. I was just explaining that part to prove that with time a god is possible. If there is such a thing as god, which mind you is possible because time proves even that which seems impossible is possible, something so powerful that it is immortal and cannot be killed. Can a god die? Because why live when there is nothing to live for...
Sunday, March 9, 2014
I Am
I am the basis of all fear. I am that which made you cry out for mother in the middle of the night. I am the thing that makes you scared of what might be or what could be. I ensnare all minds. You may deny me, but when the time comes I will consume you. I am the epitome of death. The god king of darkness. I am apart of your mind that can break you. That can make you go onto the brink of insanity.
Now you ask what monstrosity am I? Deep down I think you know, and if not then you will soon learn. For I am your imagination. You say you fear the unknown but I say no. You fear what your imagination has created to fill up the unknown. For I am not fact but fiction and that is danger enough to fear me. You do not fear when you don't know a math problem but you fear when you create your darkest thoughts. So I declare myself ruler over all fear and this makes me more powerful than anything you could hope for. For I am the creator of fear.
Now you ask what monstrosity am I? Deep down I think you know, and if not then you will soon learn. For I am your imagination. You say you fear the unknown but I say no. You fear what your imagination has created to fill up the unknown. For I am not fact but fiction and that is danger enough to fear me. You do not fear when you don't know a math problem but you fear when you create your darkest thoughts. So I declare myself ruler over all fear and this makes me more powerful than anything you could hope for. For I am the creator of fear.
Monday, March 3, 2014
The Brick of Nothing
There once was a brick. This brick was nothing special. Its look was nothing of remembrance it was just a simple grey with 3 little holes. It sat by the side of rode day and night hoping with all it's might that someone would use it for something.
Its wish was answered one day when a little boy picked it up. The brick was so happy. If it had a mouth it would've yelled out with joy. But soon it's joy was turned into shock and fear as the boy wrote a letter saying, "you're dead." And tying it to the brick. The grey brick was then thrown into a window smashing the glass into thousands of tiny little pieces.
The screams and yelps the poor brick heard when it landed on the dinner table. Oh how the brick wished to say I'm sorry please don't be scared or mad I didn't want any of this to happen, but it did and there was nothing the brick could do about it. Just like life.
Its wish was answered one day when a little boy picked it up. The brick was so happy. If it had a mouth it would've yelled out with joy. But soon it's joy was turned into shock and fear as the boy wrote a letter saying, "you're dead." And tying it to the brick. The grey brick was then thrown into a window smashing the glass into thousands of tiny little pieces.
The screams and yelps the poor brick heard when it landed on the dinner table. Oh how the brick wished to say I'm sorry please don't be scared or mad I didn't want any of this to happen, but it did and there was nothing the brick could do about it. Just like life.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
The Bitter
When I was young I was scared of the dark. I was afraid that there was something out in the darkness hiding in the shadows waiting to hurt me. Something that would enjoy watching me be in pain.
I also hated the cold bite of winter snow. My parents always called me the lizard because I would stand over the heater vent with my blanket. I didn't learn to appreciate the dark and bitter cold until I was 13 and my family had just moved.
The school I went to was a nightmare where everyday I was reminded that I didn't belong. Constantly battered with remarks of how awkward, weird, and annoying I was.
At home it was no better. My dads new job always made him frustrated and mad. My mother was always ready to explode because of the stress, and my siblings were always gone.
I was alone...
During the summer we moved I had taken a liking to going up to the roof of my house and watch the sunset of amazing hues, but now was not such a time of warmth. It was snowing and close to midnight. I had stayed up so late listening to the argueing of parents and the torment of another day of being called useless.
I needed an out...
So only wearing shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else I decided to go to the roof of my house through my window. I remember my bare feet feeling like knives had punctured them while crawling to the highest peek of my house. The darkness made me blind and I had to use only my memory to scale this glacier-esqe incline.
When I had reached the top I sat there. the bitter cold had made me numb not just from the physical pain but from the memories and fears of what was to come. The darkness felt as a blanket wrapping me up in my own little solitude. After this enlightenment had come upon me a small smile crept onto my face. All I remember was that was my first real smile in a long time and for that I must be eternally thankful for the dark and cold.
I also hated the cold bite of winter snow. My parents always called me the lizard because I would stand over the heater vent with my blanket. I didn't learn to appreciate the dark and bitter cold until I was 13 and my family had just moved.
The school I went to was a nightmare where everyday I was reminded that I didn't belong. Constantly battered with remarks of how awkward, weird, and annoying I was.
At home it was no better. My dads new job always made him frustrated and mad. My mother was always ready to explode because of the stress, and my siblings were always gone.
I was alone...
During the summer we moved I had taken a liking to going up to the roof of my house and watch the sunset of amazing hues, but now was not such a time of warmth. It was snowing and close to midnight. I had stayed up so late listening to the argueing of parents and the torment of another day of being called useless.
I needed an out...
So only wearing shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else I decided to go to the roof of my house through my window. I remember my bare feet feeling like knives had punctured them while crawling to the highest peek of my house. The darkness made me blind and I had to use only my memory to scale this glacier-esqe incline.
When I had reached the top I sat there. the bitter cold had made me numb not just from the physical pain but from the memories and fears of what was to come. The darkness felt as a blanket wrapping me up in my own little solitude. After this enlightenment had come upon me a small smile crept onto my face. All I remember was that was my first real smile in a long time and for that I must be eternally thankful for the dark and cold.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Where Have You Gone?
You PROMISED me you wouldn't leave! Then where are you? Why am I all alone in this world? You can't break a promise. Why did you go with the reaper? Did he have something better to offer? I'll double his offer! I'll... I'll give you a better deal.
NO! NO NO NO!!! You can't just leave me!! Not like this... Why does everything leave me? What did I do to deserve this? I know you were in pain, but now that you're gone my hearts on the floor bleeding out and I'm in the corner drowning in my own tears.
You made a promise... You broke it, but I can't get mad at you. I know why you left. I know that you wanted to leave. I saw you in the prison you called a body, but couldn't you have taken me to the one place where we could be ourselves just one last time before you left?
You didn't even give me the chance to at least say goodbye. Could you have at least given me that? That's all I ask now. I don't care that you broke the promise anymore. I just want to be able to say goodbye, but you didn't even give me that. So I guess I'll say it to myself. goodbye...
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Innocence
I remember a time when life was simple. A time when I didn't fear or have a care in the world. When crayons showed how I felt, with my vibrant blues and stunning reds. A time when if I felt alone I could turn to an empty sheet of paper and color until I was happy, but that time has passed and now I'm left with nothing but my old broken crayons. With no creativity left. Only the the voices telling me to conform with everyone else. To be boring and to be normal. Is that possible though for someone like me? I doubt it but we'll see.
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