I wish I could go back. Around 9 months ago, I pulled a stunt I wish I could take back.

"keep walking" the producer following me with a boom stick said. I did with no hesitation.

For some odd reason, everything turned black for a second. I turned around in shock when I had felt the abyss. I was falling.

"Where am I?"- I look around until I scream a blood-curdling scream that made me want to die. With my ears ringing in pain, I feal pain as my skin is being pulled apart. A Lady that looked like she was molding in a trash bad for 15 years crawled out upside down at me missing a leg.

"You have 1 minute. To make a disition." Said the creature. "I was cursed as a patient to host this choice. It is not me but the game that leads to horrid things. You can die a excruciating death and be summoned to witness all the horrors of the world or, take on my form and commit all the horrors of this world."

Next thing you know, I cry every time I think about what I did to Henry as he was only a child.

I walk out into bed.

I notice that my eyes are red,

I think that my,

My life is really wrecked!

Every waking minute I am dead.

Typing, thinking, a dying wreck,

At the end I understand,

It is better to just forget!

P.S, read it while humming the 1812 overture.

He is my favorite character as he provided an opportunity for the rest to improve. What I mean is that, I do not like him for his actions, yet I appreciate him as a meaningful character in the Bible.

It applies to my life as it allows me to appreciate the reasoning of everything that could be seen as bad while is a learning opportunity In disguise.

In the ancient realm where myths unfold,

A dragon's tale, in whispers, is told.

Chen, the dragon, in the lunar light,

Awakens legends, ancient and bright.

From Pangu's breath, creation spun,

Chen, in the cosmic dance, begun.

Scales of jade, a celestial sheen,

A guardian spirit, forever seen.

In the river's flow and mountains' might,

Chen soars, a symbol of ancient rite.

Amidst the clouds, where immortals dwell,

A dragon's magic, tales to swell.

Fu Xi's wisdom, like ink on scrolls,

Chen, in the Year of Loong, unfolds.

With Nuwa's grace, a tapestry spun,

A tale of prosperity, from moon to sun.

Nine sons of the dragon, spirits divine,

In the Year of Chen, their presence shines.

A dance of orbs, a celestial sight,

In the dragon's gaze, fortunes alight.

Journey through seas, a dragon's flight,

With Eight Immortals, under moonlight.

Chen, the guardian, in legend's embrace,

Guides the way with celestial grace.

In the peach orchard where time stands still,

Chen's breath, a zephyr, a tranquil thrill.

Dragon's wisdom, a gift bestowed,

In the Year of Loong, prosperity sowed.

From Xiwangmu's palace, celestial queen,

Chen descends, a vision serene.

In the heart of mountains, rivers wide,

The dragon's presence, an ancient guide.

As phoenix feathers softly fall,

Chen, the dragon, answers the call.

In the Year of the Dragon, prosperity reigns,

Legends and myths in celestial strains.

Hello my peoples.

Trust me, I want to be an emerald author badly. Who wouldn't want to monetize off of their own marvelous epics and high-chair, high-strung poetry? I promise content to the highest degree I can squeeze out of myself.

The death of my lover was not of her fault. I must lay down just how of her halt? It was a drunk night alone at a bar, the monster in my mind was clearly afar. As I conjure as I smile, the monster is one I held dearly; a star. I know it is hard but, justified rest, as every great one must end in his salt weather lacking or not in fault.

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The feeling of shame. It hurts everyone weather we like it or not.

“I hope he dies tommorow” I thought as the teacher calls me over to the side. I was paying attention to the ego-filled boiler plate who was conducting a lesson of past-participles when the kid in front of me turns around with a look signalling trouble. Its that one recognizable look everyone knows leads to a bad time.

“Stop!” i screamed! The class turned to me as if they were forced to. The teacher walked over and asked (in the most obnoxious sarcastic manner imaginable), “What happened that requires me to stop teaching?” I said in response, “Shree scratched my computer with a pin.” As if my answer didn’t carry the onus of meaning, she pulled me outside for a “talk”. Cerca 5 minutes later, she brought me inside along with a detention slip visible to the entire class. At the end of the day, I was left with a tarnished record, shun in a bad light, and a badly scratched chromebook.

This experience taught me something. Bias is inevitable. Everyone has it. But, making an effort to relize our own subconscious bias is what makes us noble.

No cold stays so,

winter always seems to know

Someone a salt to natural blow,

Behold the good of the bridal row.

Perhaps she looked like the wind to be.

Blue as the moss was whole in the time,

The road to earth, the snow to country;

It ended-sublime

The first cerlew is full of woke

Shone on the slumbers of the golden leaf;

Hold my treasure, and hold my wing—

I kneels before her at full length,

The purple flowers of an town;

Hold her out in a robe of light,

Light as a yellow Albatross—

Sorrow was in the thou between us

Kept her sad way, and mourned her wealth,

Pale as that bright light heard the ray,

Unceasingly thine eyes this solace dim,

Night was in the lonesome night,

Pale in each purple violet bank.

There is a fire that burns within,

A flame that flickers bright.

It ignites a passion deep within,

A spark that lights up the night.

It burns through fear and doubt and pain,

A flame that never fades.

With each trial, it grows stronger again,

A fire that never betrays.