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Why do we celebrate birthdays? They’re just another day, right? Isn’t age just some meaningless number? What if we never aged? Would we celebrate such things then? No I think it’s more complex than just the Number on our driver’s license needing to change Or Twitter account date rising by a digit at a time. No I think it’s more than just the cakes and candles; Streamers and silly string; pointy hats and packed rooms Of people. Even more than the chants and songs, and Presents as well. No I think it’s more of a celebration of the passing of Time; the growing of human-beings, the rising Maturity, and t

         She tried to walk out the door, but he grabbed her arm before she could leave. “Where do you think you’re goin’,” the man snarled; eyes bloodshot.        “I-I’m leaving! I’m tired of your bullshit. Goodbye.” But before she could escape his grasp, he slammed all five of his fingers across her face. She fell to the floor with a thud and a grunt.        “Who’d you think you are, talking to me like that! How dare you!” She gasped as his foot ran into her gut, full force. “I’ll teach you a thing or two.” He grabbed a kitchen knife and walked back, but as

Poetry, a collection Of words ordered Neatly on a piece of Paper. Poetry, a bunch of Words. Whatever. Poetry, a form of self Expression. A form of My self. Poetry, a way of life. It’s what you breath, Hear, smell, taste and Feel. Poetry, a state of being. A state of creative Blossoming. A state Of inner discovery. Poetry is what you Want it to be. Poetry is me. Poetry is you. It’s all of are Souls preaching to one another. Poetry is everything.

Howls fill the forest Wolves charge through the dark; No need to fear me. Horror rules the books Horror reigns supreme over all; It reads nevermore. The wind speaks to all Now just listen quietly; Everything breathes life.

I am from aged dusty books From metal stuffed IPod and bright green Gameboys. I am from the noisy technological palace of diversity, Bright colored walls, cloud-like couches riddled with fluffy animals. It smelt of homemade cookies and blooming creativity. I am from the old climbable oak tree, The red stained rose dipped in blood. I’m from the ham filled Christmas and blue riddled eyes, From Ryan and Mamal and Max. I’m from the Friday night visits to grandma’s and Sunday night shows. From you can do whatever you want and shut up you future convict. I’m from Christianity an Atheism with a dash of Agnosticism, God migh

The sun takes full control. Shinning brightly in the sky. Birds soar across the blue drenched sky, Free as can be. Free to go anywhere. Free to do anything. While the wolf was stuck, Shackled down by the horrendous laughter                                                 Of the pigs.

The moonlight shines bright; my heart beats slowly till the cold comes in. Bombs soaring about the sky is redialed with death; goodbye my lovely. Life is a dance floor; society’s sheep dance While corruption leads.

The Literate Wolf beckons to the monster. Welcomes the monster, Channels the monster into words. The monster is slowly dragging the wolf down,                                              Down to madness.

Nerd Dreams, mankind’s Escape from reality. They release you Into a world of Your own, A world built   From you thoughts And desires. Geek Really, your reading That one. No no this One’s much better. Mankind, coddled by Their stupidity Powered by their ego’s. They deny facts and Go with their “guts.” Stupidity couldn’t Have found a better host. Nerd Don’t read that, I’m saving that for high school. We’re reading this one. Geek This one’s better. People chant the words- Nerd Hey! Don’t just keep on reading. We got to settle this. Geek Fine, I’ll read a Differe