This popped in my head while I was in the shower a few months ago. I hopped out right then, and scrawled it down, then hopped right back in there.

I’m really proud of this for some reason.

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On the battlefield, she was fearless.

She was no less this day. He had seen her fall…Had seen the look in her eyes, that carnal knowledge of death.

He had never run faster…

Fought harder…

The men around them held their own now, anger and a spirit of vengeance surging through them.

His sword now lay forgotten.

His hand held hers, the other holding her head, stroking her hair with idle fingers…Her blood blended in with the crimson of her kimono.

Even while dying, she was beautiful.

Her lips opened, and whispered words issued forth.

Her voice captured him. It hurt him, knowing he would never again hear it… He listened closely.

” I’ve failed my people..Failed you..I’ll not die here, without fighting until I no longer breathe.”

Her strength amazed him still, though he could not stand the thought of her suffering. He knelt close… Breathed in lilies and cherry blossoms…

And spoke.

“No go through to the next world, where you will walk among the halls of your people, and they will be there cheering your name..They will throw cherry blossoms to your feet, and worship you forever.”

She smiled at him, and her eyes took on a sparkle that was meant only for him.

” I wish not to leave you. I-”

He cut her off with a soft finger, his weak smile trembling.

” I will be there with you, after my life is finished.. I will tap on your shoulder, and you will know I am there.”

She lifted a hand, perfectly sculpted ivory, and graced it along his jaw.

” I love you.”

The hand fell into his lap, and that sparkle faded.. Limpness and cold seeped into her body, and his first tear fell…

He hadn’t gotten to tell her.

She walked among her people, smiling and waving as they cheered her name, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of the cherry blossoms at her feet.

A tap on her shoulder caused her to jump as she turned.

He was there, as he had promised… His arms wrapped around her, and drew her close… The voices of the crowds faded as their lips touched for the first time. He opened his mouth, and uttered the words that had been too late.

” I Love You, Too..”

Okay, here is my Book In Progress. Yeah, I only have two chapters and a Prologue, But It’s harder than I thought it’d be, to write so much.

Prologue Read This First!!

Chapter One- For One More Day I really Hope I’m Doing This Right.

Chapter Two- Adam I think I did it right, though

Okay. These are what I have so far. Someone read it? Comment on it?

Please? lol

Love ya’ll

-Snow

Yes, you read it correctly. Gee – sale – er. Apparently there are a LOT of people who shop at garage sales and make an entire trip out of it. Hence the need for a website which helps you track all of this (and even lets you print out maps of where to go on your trip). I don’t personally find myself at garage sales often, but I know many people who do. Maybe this will help.

GSalr.com

Also, it’s great to use if you are hosting a garage sale as you can place your sale on the website and get more “g-salers” to come to yours.

a spark flies and catches a flame
the wind picks up and carries you away
before anything else your head is buried in shame
“no one is there”, the price you will pay

the life you threw yourself into
to learn what you thought you needed to learn
plans have failed, what are you going to do
the smell of burning flesh and bridges to burn

youve taken everything they had to give
and dive back into your hole and hide in shame
far worse than any dream now you live
everything youve given to play your game

Foggy broken glass scattered throughout
and nothing to share
blistered thumbs the route leads to hell no dought
you start to wonder is this “to much to bear”

Youve driven everybody away. They dont care anymore what happens to you. What have you done?
You just wanted to see where it would lead, what kind of lessons could you learn. Your kite is coming down,
crashing down to never fly again. What did you think, gravity wouldnt put you in check? Im going to come
for you, slam you down for all the people youve hurt. Im angry and Im coming!!

With all my fury i come at you with love. To pick you up dust you off and point you in the correct direction, but the choice remains your own. I’m giving you my hand the choice is yours shall you take it… or not.

“Teach the world to pray, for i now know what it means to” – this quote was the last words of a major war crime criminal, one of the leaders of the internment camp in northern Germany. Before he hung he uttered these words to his wife for his kids. It reminds me how lucky I am to have something to believe in, (shaking my head) wheather it be 100% true or not it doesnt matter, faith fills all the holes in. The gift of Hope is our most valuable asset. How truely dark and lonely can a life be without it. (laughs) That is somewhere even I dont want to test. The TRUE PURE Hell is not a joke, its more than what you thought you may have been through. Dont let what you have allready seen in your life replace somewhere that is infinatly worse! Please.

Ben Kiesov

its really cool to see ther younger generation, to my own, writing with passion. It seems that today with all the things going on to influence younger people it doesnt deter them from writing good peices. This really makes me happy. Gives me hope that they’re people still out there with thier eyes open and not influenced by tv, friends ect. Not following the mainstream example and forging your own path is a charactoristic that i really admire and respect, especially in younger people (17-23 years of age). Beacause especially younger people are more influencable, just because of thier age and in-experiece to life’s lessons (this doesnt apply to all younger people just a large majority) My point is, is that its nice to see younger people than myself expressing themselves in a way that alot of others may not understand and even making themselves volnerable to express how they feel and portray in words how they feel. Being that it may alot of people may not have the capability to understand alot of our writings for those who do the words are powerfull and inspiring. Who knows one of our writings could stick in thier head and very possibly save someones life by writing how they feel and inspiring others to do the same. Who knows where i would be if i never tried writing my feelings, i could honestly say i wouldnt be as strong (mentally) as i am today. Just being able to express in a way that isnt destructive is worth an unimaginable sum. Much obliged for writing, all of you.

Nyalic

I wrote this in twenty minutes flat on a car ride to Nixa. I’d just left Republic, and wasn’t going to see the person I wanted to see for quite a while…wasn’t sure they’d want to see me anyways, given the chance. And the road that I was taking to Nixa was a backroad, one that weaved up and down hills and curved through the trees and just gave the the impression of being modeled after the waves of an ocean; or at least, that’s how I saw it. It was one of those autumn days where suddenly it was freakishly cold…there was snow.

“Waves”

The frozen waves of this concrete sea

Bear me so softly away from you -

Separate, unchanging, this gentle

Broken line of dirt and rock,

Sand and stone and

How I wish we could be together!

How pointless it all seems,

This pain, this separation.

With each rise, each fall,

Each wave,

Each breath I take,

The distance grows.

You’re a little farther away,

And when will I find you

Again? Tell me -

Why does this

Frozen sea seem to move

So swiftly? How will you

Remember me, once I am

Gone? Or

Will you simply slip back into

Dreams of shattered nights

And twilight, waking

Memories of days you’ve

Yet to spend? If I come

Back to you with

Years between us, will you still

Be the same? Will I fall into

Your sweet electric embrace

The same old way? Or

Will I find that

You and I have become

Disjointed, awkward, and

In the end we’ll split apart

And go

Our own ways?

But that cannot be -

For there is no path that,

In the end, does not lead

Back to you.

It has really been awhile, and alot has happened…. I just wanted to start out my new time here with my latest writing.

Love you guys!

On the battlefield, she was fearless.

She was no less this day. He had seen her fall…Had seen the look in her eyes, that carnal knowledge of death.

He had never run faster…

Fought harder…

The men around them held their own now, anger and a spirit of vengeance surging through them.

His sword now lay forgotten.

His hand held hers, the other holding her head, stroking her hair with idle fingers…Her blood blended in with the crimson of her kimono.

Even while dying, she was beautiful.

Her lips opened, and whispered words issued forth.

Her voice captured him. It hurt him, knowing he would never again hear it… He listened closely.

“ I’ve failed my people..Failed you..I’ll not die here, without fighting until I no longer breathe.”

Her strength amazed him still, though he could not stand the thought of her suffering. He knelt close… Breathed in lilies and cherry blossoms…

And spoke.

“No go through to the next world, where you will walk among the halls of your people, and they will be there cheering your name..They will throw cherry blossoms to your feet, and worship you forever.”

She smiled at him, and her eyes took on a sparkle that was meant only for him.

“ I wish not to leave you. I-“

He cut her off with a soft finger, his weak smile trembling.

“ I will be there with you, after my life is finished.. I will tap on your shoulder, and you will know I am there.”

She lifted a hand, perfectly sculpted ivory, and graced it along his jaw.

“ I love you.”

The hand fell into his lap, and that sparkle faded.. Limpness and cold seeped into her body, and his first tear fell…

He hadn’t gotten to tell her.

She walked among her people, smiling and waving as they cheered her name, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of the cherry blossoms at her feet.

A tap on her shoulder caused her to jump as she turned.

He was there, as he had promised… His arms wrapped around her, and drew her close… The voices of the crowds faded as their lips touched for the first time. He opened his mouth, and uttered the words that had been too late.

“ I Love You, Too..”

Sun Rising: “On a path not yet taken, striving toward a trek for a Land never seen. Inside myself constant battles tally the weak and strong. A world all to the unknown seeking The Light to shed the answers. Joys that can only be felt in my own head and hardships to match. A trek i see myself on and look back and can only smile.
Beautiful visions acompany me but with them the coldest of Hells. A struggle always within myself. But as you glance to see me behind you keep a good eye, the back of my head and the sunset in your eye you’ll come to see” I said.
(Notes) eager to fight, learning new, challenging the laws that make the world.

Sun Overhead: “Dividing my attention between two worlds. Most times mine is better than the one we all live in. Floating between the two worlds. Not paying much attention to what is going on.” Im saying.
(Notes)tired of fighting, but want to find something I’ve never had.

Sunset: (Notes) through fighting, I have the feeling I was searching for. I’ve made my decision where I want to stay.

“The ringing of the division bell” – Pink Floyd

I stumbled upon this write up / documentary of a group of guys that decided to trek through the Southern mountains of Alaska.  Their thread post-like layout of a story gives small details and unbelievable photos of the adventure.  This is probably one of the best things I’ve read or seen on the internet in a while.  It would be pretty amazing to attempt something like this, let alone pull it off the way they did.

I hope you enjoy as much as I did.

33 Days Across Wrangell-St. Elias NP, Alaska: The Southern Spiral (NSR)

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