The Troubled man is travelling

In order to "get my poem out there", I posted about a dozen poems on different peoples backs without their knowledge and hopefully more people will get to read it now. I also am publishing the poem in the upcoming U-Hill newspaper. Here is the proof Enjoy!
http://youtu.be/QIhHN0BLtbs

The Troubled Man

A man looks on in a forlorn daze;

eyes sunken like a slowly drying sponge

He sits alone at a table,

as mysterious as the closed book before him

His face is alit with emotion,

agony and doubt seeping from his every pore

It's plain to see that his life is as empty and withered

as the wilted flower on the table

This man is the epitome of sadness,

whose life is a dim, waning candle in an otherwise unforgiving world

Speaker: Onlooker

Audience: Anyone who has felt pain in their lives

Message: Despair

The Girl Outside  

I stare out the window in a speechless daze,

At the angel gliding along the cobblestones, between the houses that form a maze   

 She flits along the street with an elegance that puts a ballerina to shame

This earthly wonder that I must try to tame

 She walks down the winding road towards a house

Adorned in an evening blouse

 Her Auburn hair flows with tendrils of moonlight

And she walks on, oblivious to my internal plight

 This goddess of the night looks up to the sky

With her flowing curls, I half expect her to fly

Her eyes sparkle like stained glass, each eye a golden orb

I try whole heartedly to capture this as a memory that I can absorb

Looking at those eyes, I feel a passion so strong it would part the sea

And still she has no inkling of my desperate plea

She is so beautiful and so pure

Every aspect of her being adds to her allure

Her youthful, slender face emits a happy glow

As if it were painted into perfection by the very brushstrokes of Picasso

She spots me in the window above

And sees me battling with the bitter pangs of love

She raises her arm to wave, flashing a smile as radiant as the sun

And I stare back gasping, nowhere for me to run

Paralyzed by the plethora of emotions, I only manage a weak smile in return

A small, pathetic gesture for the one that I so yearn

She turns away and heads for the door

Leaving my heart heavy and unsure

My brain is in a misty haze

Her image deep inside my mind it stays

The door closes behind her and the world seems dark and bleak

My legs give way and I sit down, feeling weak

I can’t escape from this sorry prison that is so grim and gray

And there is no denying, my love for her is here to stay

Do Seek Their Meet From God

There are many things to things to think about in the short story “Do Seek Their Meet from God”, by Sir Charles G.D.  The author writes from two points of view in the story; the perspective the man, and the perspective of the panthers. It is easy to sympathize with the man and the boy, as chances are if you can read the story, you are human. In the perspective of the boy and the man, the panthers are savage beasts who are about to kill a child. This naturally makes them the villains in the story. However, since the panthers are only satisfying their hunger and have hungry cubs to feed, it is also easy to be sympathetic to their cause. In the Bible, humans are held above all other creatures by God, and killing a family of panthers is nothing compared to a human life. In my opinion, since both the humans and the panthers live in the forest and depend solely on the forest for survival, I would have preferred for the son of the man to get killed and feed a whole family, than spare one child and have the panther parents die and their cubs starve to death. Even though they are panthers and not humans, they are creatures nature just like the humans in this story, and their lives should not be less important than that of one weak little boy.

Love

Love

The warm summer breeze brings forth the aroma of pine needles and sap

It wafts over me and fills my lungs with pristine, wonderfully fresh air

Gulping in the scent selfishly, I try to enjoy the moment and make it last

Everything is in slow motion; nothing matters but the sound of wind rustling the leaves

The sun’s radiance warms the skin and puts me in a happy stupor

A drawn out loon call carries through the air, the echoes dispersing across the wilderness

The sound of the water rushing over rocks adds a joyous repetition that puts me in a trance

The sun sets over the hills, and the for a short time the sky is alit with a red glow

The chirping of crickets announces the arrival of night

An infinite amount of stars illuminate the sky, every single one seen clearly through the non-polluted atmosphere

A natural calm settles over me and the world is all quiet, save for the sound of crickets

I stay in this happy, uninterrupted bliss for hours on end, feeling perfect down to the very core

I feel so small, overlooking the moon and the countless stars

The world seems so beautiful and so vast, that it’s funny to think of all the trivial things that take up my time in the city

It’s better to just lie here and admire nature

My love of nature has always been with me even when I was young

Nature’s call is powerful and I am constantly drawn towards it

Nothing beats nature’s sights, sounds, and smells which continue to be destroyed by humanity

Too few places now have the mystical power that continues to draw myself and countless others back towards nature’s warm embrace

One thing is for certain

Nature is my true love

  

 

The Physical Side Of Life

Being active and physical are things that are very important to me. I haven't always been like this however as I was very lazy as a child. I had a mostly sedentary existence apart from an hour a week of soccer which was not nearly enough to be fit and healthy. I would sit inside, watching tv or reading a book more often than not; with no inclination of going outside. I had a very sedentary upbringing as none of my family did any sports or was active in any way. I am still to this day angry that my parents didn't sign me up for enough sports. I was an overweight, lazy kid. I was very involved in singing and I read lots of books, but sports didn't really interest me all that much. This trend would continue until I moved to Vancouver and discovered tennis at the age of 12. Not surprisingly, I discovered tennis while watching tv. I was instantly taken by watching the professional tennis players play on tv, and I wanted to try this sport for myself. My parents signed me up for lessons and I loved it every time I went. It was at this time that I made the transition from a sedentary to a physical person. I suddenly longed for the  outdoors, playing with my friends outside and playing lots of sports. When it rained, I would play tennis indoors and enjoy the thrill of physical exertion. My love of physical activity and the outdoors blossomed with each coming day. I went on canoe trips during the summer that pushed my endurance to the limit and went to summer camp each summer. I continue to enjoy the physical side of life more than ever. It's so much more rewarding to come through a hard two hours of tennis than to stay home and go on the computer or watch tv. I must admit I still do a fair bit of that, but I enjoy being physically active much more than being sedentary. When I'm sitting in a math class bored out of my wits, I yearn for freedom of the outdoors. I wish I could just run until I'm spent and escape the prison of the math classroom. I have made a huge transformation as I've grown up by being more physical, and I much prefer this to a sedentary existence. It's a very important part of my life and I hope others will discover the wonders of physical activity and the outdoors, just as I have.

Journal #10

            School once again started and life seemed dull in the confines of the classroom. I missed Dill and the fun Dill, Jem and I used to have before the trial. Jem and I still walked past Radley place every day to catch glimpses of the mysterious Boo, unfortunately to no avail. Bob Ewell lost his job and seemed to blame everyone involved in the trial for his misfortunes. He broke into Judge Tailor’s house and started tormenting the widow of Tom Robinson. He stopped after being threatened that he would be arrested for his bad behaviour, but he was still not to be trusted.

            In the meantime, the town organised a Halloween party and Jem and I went. We were walking home after the party when Jem heard a noise behind us. A man started running toward us and I fell down while running. The attacker broke Jem’s arm and was about to hurt me when he was pulled away. I ran home and saw that Jem was alright but that the attacker, Bob Ewell was dead. It turns out that Boo saved us from Mr. Ewell but stabbed him in the process. To save Boo from being convicted, the sheriff pretended that Ewell had slipped on his own knife. I realised that Boo was not an evil monster but a kind soul who only wanted to help. The death of Bob Ewell marked the end to the aftermaths of the trial and we could finally get on with our lives.