Decision, Decision
The mission was clear. They had said. Go, find the intel that you need and put a stop to this disaster. No pressure, God will not be angry. We fear him but he is with only compassion of a true heart.
I dipped my toes - sparkling white shoes - toward the elevators that lead there. I knew I should have changed. The filth only grew deeper into the darker depths. The lights continued to lower. I tried to look up slightly but all I could see was the black abyss. I kept wondering, why did I not turn back. I had always been so squeaky clean, but my white dress was easily starting to turn black with mold and unconceivable smells...I kept looking up. Finally, before I hit the bottom, I slipped into tears staring up into the wild abyss. Begging, pleading - this isn't the end!
I can walk back up - I can change and I can clean these stains that I've bumped and inadvertently turning into.
Please, I beg....I do not want to be this way, I will change. I can. I want to and I will whole-heartedly devote it.
I feel a warmth slightly...I feel arms curl around me - stop.
My legs are covered in a black mass - pulling me down.
I shiver and cling to the arms.
No, I can change.
"Let go of which one you wish to keep." A solemn voice speaks above me.
"Let go and be who you are meant to be." An impatient voice provokes me.
I let go.
The Need for Purpose and Control
The need for humanity to depend off of a leadership role to define right and wrong goes far back in history; in fact it goes beyond what is known! There are many reasons why one creates a deity with set rules. One reason circulates the idea that our psychological evolution has been based around becoming civilized enough to thrive in a group. In order to do so, one must create a set of rules and their opposites to promote that control to maintain a certain societal behavior. Following these set rules, is a deterrent and reward factor. If one disobeys and engages in what is societally considered as wrong a punishment must follow; if one obeys and engages what is considered write within a culture a reward must follow.
Of course, this can just as easily be established through a law. The need for a God also runs deep into the need for a purpose; a reason to live. In a world that is surrounded by su ch significant physical and psychological suffering, a hope and purpose is seen as vital to many. After all, what is the point in residing in such a terrible world if there is no God or reward following this terrible existence? Humanities flaw of overlooking the best beauties in life has resulted in a constant search for something better. This search has likewise resulted in the need for a purpose in a world where humanity is inflicted with self awareness and therefore aware of the brutal suffering that would hold no meaning if not for an esteemed God.
That being said, with the combined need for a God and moral societal control, it has been established through the idea of paradise and great suffering the idea of right and wrong. A founder of religion, and the leaders of that modern version of the religion then have the ability to manipulate morality so to fit their image. This is proven by considering some of the things that were once considered right or wrong in the past and how those beliefs have changed in modern day. Morality itself is subjective to the generation of man, and therefore the definitions of good ad evil held by an esteemed god are defined likewise with a reward and punishment following every action.
Fire Up
One flint you are lit.
Candles flickering bit by bit.
A warmth given on the coldest night.
An oven used for heat is a poverty fright.
Wood in a fireplace is a cold man’s dream.
An alarm to watch over it protects a young child’s scream.
A leader that could guide us through the darkest night.
A street light bulb in Paris, upright.
A cook's way to make a delicious meal.
Shows us that fire is power and oh so real.
The Burn
Itching in the fingers
Scratched, but not sated
A warm nagging that becomes
Unbearable
The heat of a laptop
Needing cooling, but too late to stop
Bright, glowing
The light of a blue screen
The fire keeps us going
The passion keeps us growing
Tight dialogue
Kindling
A promising premise
Gasoline
A character's backstory
Sparks
A slow burn or a bonfire
It touches us where simple flames cannot
Inspiration flickers and wanes
But the embers never truly snuff
The fire keeps us going
The passion keeps us growing
Nothing Poetic
While passing by a river, I saw
A river.
That’s all it was.
Just a river.
Not a mystery.
Not a ‘babbling brook’.
Nothing poetic
It was just a river
Wide and smooth
And flowing out to sea.
Calming, perhaps,
With its flow and gentle sounds
But not magical
And nothing poetic.
It’s just a river,
After all,
Flowing out to sea
Made of rain from hills
Or mountains.
A natural phenomenon
And nothing poetic
Flowing out to sea.
While passing by a river,
I saw a single flower,
Standing like a tower.
In the cold it did not shiver.
Nobody seemed to care,
How over the river it leaned,
How in the dim light it beamed.
A single daffodil stood there!
Growing so ambitious.
It must have needed a stimulus.
And you might call me ridiculous.
But I point at the spirit of Narcissus.
Fine
“It’s always the quiet ones,” says the coroner shaking his head as he stares down at the mess on the floor. Blood pools around the head of a man lying at an awkward angle.
An officer whistles low. “Check out the scars on him,” he says.
“Yeah. These suicides have lots,” the coroner replies.
They can hear a woman in the hall, sobbing loudly, “I talked to him this morning. He said he was fine.”
The Harvest
The yearly harvest of initiates was very much a mental game of darts, with little to no referee regulation. She had been playing it for years, each year obtaining higher respects from the council, but never winning. This year was different, she had her devices up and her energy fields set on hell fire but the attacks seemed stronger and more precise than ever before. Should she forefit the game she loved so dearly?
Laying in a puddle of her own mental anguish she flashed back to her childhood, remembering how she’d been subtly trained for this ordeal since her birth. Once they had even told her in a condescending, but serious manner, that she had the blessing and smarts to actually win this thing. At what cost though? she mused as she scribed a few symbols into her artilary, preparing for the worst. This was a cut throat challenge, she’d seen many over the years turn on their own friends and family as if they were perfect strangers. It had always been her rule though, to hit back hard without harming the opponent in any way.
Her methods had always worked in the past, while preserving her innocence that so many had lost. This year was different, she was not deflecting the attacks with enough force to cripple the opponent. She knew then she had only 2 options, quit or fight back with lethal force. Quiting was never an option