If you were a

If you were a boat where would you sail
If you were a boy where would you fail
If you were a house where would you be
If you were a eye what would you see
If you were a light where would you shine
If you were a cat where would you clime
If you were a computer where is your plug
If you were a mob who would you mug
If you were a dog what would you bark at
If you were a plane would you be flat
If you were you hopefully you would be with me

More Then Fine?

Is everything more then fine, NO it is not. everything is going great. Friends an I are getting closer then ever. Bonds are being remade others strengthened. For the past few nights one friend and I have stayed for hr. on the webcam talking or just sitting in each others virtual presence. Some times I wate to talk to ef. And it seems ever night I'm talking to lsd. And also if I stay up I get to talk to my girlfriend for a while. Every thing seems good in that sense. But there is no enjoyment any more. Nothing to keep things sticking. I've started 6 blogs posts but never finished one yet. It seems like my mood keeps changing. And you all know you have to be in the same mood to wright the same story. You have to be in a depressing mood to kill every body you have to be in a happy mood to make friends. But my moods have been fluctuating so much in that last few weeks. I haven't even been thinking strate. I've been doing so many stupid things such as talking about things inform of people that aren't even invited. I'm going to die because I don't think I'll be able to be mentally stable for a party and 2 projects this weekend. Tonight mv was video chatting with me then gave me a song to listen to. It brought back so many memories that I had to turn off the cam to cry. Its the song I associate with all of freshman year all its high and extremely low points. I love that song but all the things associated with it makes me cry each and every time I hear it. I haven't sat down and actually did homework in weeks I just keep procrastination I always find something else to do. Read a book play flash games go on my computer to chat all distractions. For weeks there I've read 200 page books each night starting when I got home till 2-3 o'clock in the morning. Getting away form the world. I sit here thinking what am I doing. scratching due to exama bleeding because if it. So much dyslexia in this post alone. So many grammatical and spelling issues. But thats me. Thats what I hate about me. I have no control any more. Nothing in my control the world just goes bye leaving me behind every day. I have no events nothing to really talk to you about I have no really sad depressing story I have no migraines that keep me up all night I have no journalistic instinct only Horrid memories Horrid emotions Horrid thoughts. At the molmet a few thoughts go through my head. Go to sleep you shouldn't be saying this, Doctor Who is tonight, maybe I should listen to every body just shut up shut up for good for ever, to just go to hell to leave them alone spair them the pain and misery or even take there happiness away by taking there victim. The blood feels nice spilling over my hands worm as my nails tickle my skin.

The Golden Parliament of Lost Civilizations

"Something new" decreed the prime minister. "something special. We need to be more formal. We need to inform the general public that we are here. It was our stories that they have read on this place, this wall. The only way to be heard form the other world. These stories you have posted are our culture, our superior culture. This is the reason we shut off our communication with them. They need to figure out things for them selves. But if you really want to keep posting happenings in this world at least give this credit"
Posting was a job all thows things and will be continued but now I am formally forced to give each story credit towards my small country of Camelot. Our small country was lost long ago due to the prime minister. He and a few other countries with him. Our culture naturally looked down upon the rest of the world. They are learning now what we learned over 4 century ago. So much opposition was there but it happened anyway. We still here news form the world we can hack into the internet like I am now but we are not permitted to venture outside the area of Lost Civilizations. Yes that is what our small group of countries are called. Our borders are closed to all life and death forms because of the constant bombarding of Kyopelinvuori which now surrounds our kingdom bnot over the bridge. Our world was section off form yours by our technology. we've created a worm hole to the planet of Nibiru. The Kyopelinvuori concurred Herning a decade ago and are now eating at out edges with no success. My job is a reporter for in The Lost Civilizations. Camelot is not the capital city of it no the capital city is in El Dorado. all the Representatives come to the city to have Parliament. It is in the most spectacular building overlooking the sea. made of pure gold and Gothic architecture with renascence towers and modern windows and translucent doors. Form the upper most tower siting on the mile diameter dome you can see all of Quivira and Cibole as well as the many island nations such as Meropis and Ys. Its the most beautiful place ever. I beet you think I'm making up the names but only the most brilliant civilizations have herd of us look up some of the cities and fined out how we disappeared. I'll past more about The lost Civilizations but I have to finish telling of Kenna and Geeno as well as the story of the Duke.
Yours,
Sorren of Paw
City of Camelot
The Lost Civilizations

death

People say there is too much death and unhappiness in my stories. But this is life. Death and life coexist and with out one there would be no other. But what happens after death nobody knows. People come up with beliefs and explanations going off of no hard facts. Usually religion tries to explain this. Religion helps society cope with unexplainable events such as death. It gives people hope and something to believe in. Religion helps society to grow and prosper. But personalty I disagree with there idea of death and the beginning. I guess it is just growing up on science. But having different leavles of heaven and hell. People begin divided up on past choices. personalty people are suppose to be created equal but then god divides them up? I really don't know what happens after death. I wish I knew. Is it just pure blackness? are you surrounded by others or is it a never ending sleep with so many dreams. But your mind your sole and emotions are all just chemicals and your brain which decay with your body. So do you stop existing all your 80 or so years for nothing? No reward for the unfairness the pain and misery we all face? Personalty I'm scared of death because I don't know whats going to happen beyond it. This is why religion is important.

boys

boys can just go die
thinking the world is just a pie
which they can divide up
and take like a new born pup

women are superior in more ways then one
and they don't get to have any fun
form the oppression of man
all they get is a lousy fan

boys with there things of steal
can not throw away an Orange peal
there stupid ways have caused harm
and even created nuclear arm

women are sensical and traditional
they know when to make things final
fight with one and you will loose
and you will not be waking form your snooze

men fight to impress
women like the empress
whal there wives wate at home
figuring out how to clone

men would be nowhere with out
women figuring every thing out
society would be better if
women through men over the cliff

only saving a few to pass
the traditions on by class
men need to die
so women can fly

The Court of the Gods

He woke up with a start. The giants below were yelling at each other. Some were weeping. The big giant in gold yelled for silence. His yell was so great that it shook everything. Dirt fell from where he was looking down. About 200 paces away the dirt hit and stayed on something. He saw this and went to examine the thing keeping the dirt up. It was glass he figured out, a glass staircase. He started to descend. It was terrifying nothing would hide him. The stair case went inward under the land he use to be on. He looked up it was beautiful. The whole universe and more painted on black marble. Constellations were painted on huge pillars holding up the ceiling. He realized with a squeak that it was the huge rock formation holing everything up, but down here it was carved ionic columns. It was in more in detail then in his home palace. The staircase came to one of the columns and spiraled downward. He looked at the column. Every few twists he saw a new constellation with the names of them. He descended farther. Almost to the bottom he saw one that was called Ashino. He stared at it. That was his uncle’s name. The king’s name he realized. He looked closer and saw a crown on the constellation head, a beard that was well known for being in on the kindest king of his time. It was the king he realized. The thought to himself they don't find constellation Wahl they are alive! What happened to him! He kept descending, then hit the floor. He ran to the closest side of the circular court with the pond in the center. It looked like the court of the temples. Large chairs in a horseshoe the largest one in the top of the horseshoe and 2 medium sized ones beside it. He was taken aback by the similarity of it. The court of the temples even had the same flower design in the back of the large seat. Then it stuck him. He read once that the court of the temples was fashioned to be a smaller duplicate of the court of the gods. He read that the architect that constructed the court of the temples was graced to come to this court to make one like it for all the followers of the gods. Each chair in the temple court was taken by the high priest or priestess of the temple of god they were at. He bet that was the same here but with the real gods. Suddenly with a sharp sound the gods started to go to their seats. He was in the way of the god of trees. He moved to the side without any notice and the old female god walked slowly by. They sat down and waited for something. He decided that he should be known by the right god. So he made his way along the edge to the head god. From what he remembered was that she was the leader and adorer of humankind. He got there after 20 minutes or so and steeped out. He yelled then bowed to the great goddess. They did not notice him. He yelled again even louder. Finally the god of plants, Rosenthron, noticed and said with a start something that he could not understand. The great goddess saw and was speechless for some reason that he could not see. It was a mix of disbelief, sadness, and shock. The other gods looked puzzled and murmurs went through the crowd of 12 not knowing what is going on. The Great Goddis spoke in there language to the others they quieted then spoke to him.

The Trees of Four Layers

He lay there, looking up at the sky. He looked and gazed all around him. It was a typical day for him, nothing more nothing less. He turned over on that grassy field he always went to after his work was done on his afternoons. He picked a small spring time daffodil that he saw. He said to himself that he would bring this back to his house and put it in a vase to make the place prettier. The truth is what he called a house was actually a small lean too made out of leaves and branches he found on the floor of the forest around him. It was a good enough shelter he put together. It was perfect for the climate. It was never cold where he was so he never made a fire. There was no need to luckily for he did not know how to start one if he needed one. As the wind blows form the same direction it always did from the south and north at similar strengths he got up. He casually strolled to his hut and walked inside. He put his flower in a ceramic vase and went back outside and sat leaning next to his favorite tree. As the winds blew leaves fell form it in all colors from bright crimson to deep yellow. As one fell onto his lap he looked up to the bright green buds of new leaves clearly showing and ready to put new leaves out. Some were just starting to turn to yellows and reds, wale others were a vibrate green of that you would expect from a tree in midsummer. Some branches were bare and snow covered. This tree was his favorite because it was the largest of all the ones around his little clearing. The others were all like it, but just smaller. As soon as he pushed the leaf off his lap it started to rain. It poured and pored. Lighting was heard so he ran into his lean too. Ever sense he was a child in the big city he was afraid of thunder. He ran away in a thunderstorm form his privileged life. In reality he was a duke and now was the only one who would be able to inherit the thrown due to the assassinations. He knew nothing of the frantic hunt for him. He vanished on the night that it occurred. People speculated he was the one that did it or that he was kidnapped and taken with the assassin. Nobody could find him. He was alone. No family, no friends, nothing to hanging onto in his life yet he stayed happy in his own clearing of weird weather. The pouring rain soaked the ground, and never made it muddy. When it did rain there were no clouds just the pure blue sky you would expect to see on a hot summer day. Tree tops were covered in snow. As they progressed downward there were the sessions in layers. He once tried to clime the trees. It was an interesting experience for each layer was its on weather. Clime up to the top it was snowing cold and you shivered. Down a level was pleasant, on the branches were new buds and so on. He was perplexed the first time he came into this clearing through the black marble arch. He tried to run back through when he saw this but he couldn't, he was trapped. When he came through the arch, the arch broke and the black marble leaked. All the colors leaked into the ground and into his hands, which is now in a small jar he found. The arch was now glass and cracked. Unable to work anymore the boy found he did not need anything. He was never hungry, never thirsty, never in need to go to the bathroom. The only thing that was not good about the place he stumbled upon was the constant voices. These voices were loud and over powering. Sometimes it was female and most of the time male. The only way to get rid of them was to stay in the clearing, there no voices came. Ever sense he discovered this he never ventured out into the surrounding forest. Today that changed, he was bored. As he climbed the surrounding hills the voices became louder. These voices never made any since they did not speak his native tong of Dikene but some other ancient langue with a heavy accent on the "N" and "Z" sounds. He walked and kept walking towards the voices. As he looked up the layers on the trees got smaller and smaller so did the size trees. As he wadded across a small brook the trees were only an inch taller than him. He kept walking then hit something invisible. It was a dome that was the height of the trees he realized. He waited there thinking of what to do next. He then saw a group of trees that were a mile down. These trees were huge where there should be only short trees. He headed towards the trees. When he got there it was starting to turn into the dusk, which was night. As he walked next to the dome he realized that there was the edge of the dome then, beyond that 3 feet further was a huge cliff going down all around that was black. As he walked he saw a strange rock formation. It was piled as high as the dome as if it supported it, but it looked as if there was a space between the dome and the rock so that could not be. Finally he got to the place with the trees. These trees were huge even larger than his favorite tree. He walked towards where the dome would be. No done was there protecting the edge of the cliff. He stood out on the edge and looked down. What he saw scared him. He jumped back. He saw a huge court below him. It was filled with giants of sparkling colors. He saw white marble, bronze, and gold all over. It was very clear that he was not supposed to see this. The giants were standing over a large pond in the center looking in. Curious he wanted to find a way down into the court its self. He felt it would be safe enough, for almost everything down there would be a hiding place. He looked for a way to get down. After an hour or so he gave up. He was extremely tiered so he leaned up to the 4 layer trees and fell asleep.