What does it take?

As another day passes,
As our lives go on.
Somewhere people gather in great masses,
To remember a loved one now gone.
Lost to war not in peace,
Dying for a greater cause.
Will this tragedy ever cease?
Please take some time to pause.
Lost to a losing war,
Where is the right in that?
The government says we are opening a door,
But where is this door at?
War is wrong,
It takes so much from us.
Still politicians sing that same song,
And tell us all we need is trust.
When government can justify death,
As the only answer.
When all that’s left,
Is a feeling that eats at you like cancer.
Where then do we put our trust,
Or our lives?
As the country’s pleas turn to dust,
The government still spends time spreading lies.
Protest against war,
Take a stand.
Together we can find a cure,
We need one as fast as we can.
Speak out against wrongs,
Forgetting politicians.
We’ve been in this too long,
It’s like an addiction.
Bring the rest of those brave solders home,
To stay.
We need more than their voices on the phone,
We need them here today.
Bring them home to rest,
They’ve done what they can for our country,
Nothing but the best,
What else does it take?
Hundreds more dying,
All those innocent people?
Our whole country crying,
And praying under the nearest steeple?

God bless those souls,
And let the wrongs turn to right.
For those who paid this horrible toll,
This should not end in a fight.
Do the right thing,
Government officials this means you to.
Speak, go out on that wing,
And do what our country so desperately needs us to do.

Something I Will Never Be

I scratch my nails into my skin,
just to see that beautiful red once again.

To feel something other than sorrow,
fake feeling need borrowed.

Too much anger to see straight,
my heart seems to be filled with hate.

Praying to a god I can't believe in,
has me wishing for a new life again.

To just disappear would be too satisfying,
so I spend my days and nights crying.

Too hard for me to express how I feel,
but too hard for me to just deal.

I can't help but to want to completly quit,
so simple for the joys of life to be slit.

All these thoughts run through my head,
and so many more that cannot be said.

As I scratch myself out of me,
constantly trying to become something I will never be.

Heartbeats

Whats the scariest moment of your life?
I'd rather not think about those moments,
They are cruel and heartbreaking
Yet they make you stronger.

Losing the most precious people in your life
Watching it in slow motion....
In reality its happening in an instant,
A second in time that could change your life forever.

All the while praying to God,
A God that might not even exsist.
Grasping for any kind of hope to hang on to,
To keep you sane.

Then the hope is found,
And it seems God has answered!
Though in reality it was amazing luck,
Luck that I'm truly thankful for.

The physical pain afterwards is just a reminder,
A warning for next time.
Even though hoping there is never a next time like this.
I can still hold my loving family in my arms.

Nothing is as bad as it seems right?
Things could always be worse.
In most situations its the truth.
But not in all situations.

Hold on tight to what is dear to you,
Never take it for granted.
Life can be taken in a matter of seconds,
In a matter of heartbeats.

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I've gotten myself into this,
and I have to get myself out,
I can't do it anymore...

The fighting,
the constant arguing...
The unwanted physical contact,
that always seems to make things worse.

But I'm helpless,
inadequate to get myself out of here,
to lose myself,
to love myself again..

You've dried me up,
I can't feel myself..
I wake up everyday with another piece missing,
another sleepless night,
another night laying next to you.

I'm sick of it,
I CAN do much better than you,
Someone who cares,
who loves,
who dances at random times,
just like me.

Not someone like you...
Boring,
older,
wanting to settle down.

I want that adventure,
I want to struggle,
I want to have fun..

We are more like roommates than lovers,
than anything possible,
But I'm still helpless...
Lost in a lost land,
Terrified of what each second brings,
whether you will be pissed off at me,
or ignore me.

I can't live like this anymore...
its gotta end...
it has to end.....

Letter to You.

It's not like you were The One for me.
If such a person exists.
I bite my tongue to keep from spitting fire.
I loathe the very thought of someone like you.
And for some reason, I miss you.
I miss the good times.
The bad times don't matter.
I know that I loved you, flaws and all.
And the more I try to hold on, the more I want to hold you.
But I know that this wont work.
I know that we were not meant to be.
I'll accept that.
I'm still trying to figure out how to rid you from my thoughts.
One day I will see your face, and I wont even care.
So until then, take care for me.

Unfamiliar Footfalls. (Part 2)

I sat on my bed with my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear it in my ears so loud that it wasn't so silent in the room anymore. I got a chill all through my body as I waited for something. Anything to happen. I always believed in ghosts and spirits and what have you, but I just never saw one before. I tried getting up and heading over to the door, but my body was frozen in place. Whatever this thing was why did it choose my door to stop in front of? Was this daddy playing a joke on me? It was Halloween afterall. But he never seemed the type do pull this sort of prank. He was more of the uptight army strict father, my mother was the wife that automatically obeyed whatever he said. And with my free spirit and natural curiousity for life, one could wonder how I survived this routined life. Well, it wasn't easy that's for sure. I don't know how many times I've been beaten by daddy. Mommy couldn't do anything about it but watch with fearful eyes. She tried pulling him off me once, she ended up with a black eye and a busted lip. Last time she ever tried to help me.

My thoughts were slienced as I heard the doorknob turn slightly. I jumped up quickly and ran to the door, holding the knob. I was shaking at this point, not sure what was going on. I realized how silly this was. This isn't a horror movie. No monster was going to pop out and attack me. That was nonsense. It must be daddy checking on me or something. So to avoid a future beating I opened the door and froze. There was nothing there. Nothing but blackness. I suddenly felt cold everywhere. The hair on my body rose and goosebumps appeared on my arms. It was the most creepy moment in my life, and that's really saying something. I shrugged and quickly shut my door again and locked it. I stood there facing it for a few seconds before walking back to my bed.

All was going well until the doorknob turned again. I jerked my head towards the door with wide eyes. What the hell was going on? Really? I decided to ignore it because it was probably just the natural sounds of the house. I was too tired at this point to even care anymore. I rested my head back on the pillow and snuggled up to my blanket. I went into a light sleep, enough to dream for a second then a sound woke me up.

My bedroom door swung open and slammed against the wall. I jumped up into a sitting position and backed up into the wall. I focused my eyes in the blackness of the room. Nothing was standing there at all. Just the same blackness as before. I could feel my heart pounding again. Once again the room got freezing cold, which was odd because it was always hot here. I actually shivered and had to pull the covers up to my neck. I squinted into the dark but couldn't see anything. I didn't want to move.

Unfamiliar Footfalls (Pt. 1)

*Note: This is the beginning to the group story activity. Once you have read it, if you have an idea as to where it could or should go please post your part as soon as you wish to do so.*


One evening after supper I was sitting before the window gazing at the desert land which we called Home. Daddy called it "God's Waste Land" for it was nothing but sand and rock. It never rained and plants were nowhere to be found. The days were long, hot, and very dry. Although it was quite the wonder to behold what with no end in sight. Which was a good enough reason to be called "God's Waste Land"; it was amazing but terrible at the same time.

As I looked off into the distance with the faint hope I always had of some stranger or sign of life coming to renew our sense of life, there was a peculiar sound coming from the bottom of the stairs. It sounded like loud footfalls which I knew could not belong to Mommy or Daddy. Slowly but surely I could hear this noise begin to make it's way up the stairs. I remained motionless due to my curiosity. I was a little scared but intrigued as well.

Nothing ever changed here in "God's Waste Land". No one came to see us. The only animals to be found here were snakes and the occasional coyote. The air was stiflingly hot all-year-round. So it was quite the surprise to have heard this strange noise within my house.

When the noise reached the top of the stairs it stopped. Dead silence again ruled the air. At this point I remember being so much more terrified than curious as the silence began to drive me crazy. The noise was something I had never heard before. Within a moment of deciding to go check out what was really going on around there, the odd footfalls began again, coming toward the direction of my room. My heart damn near stopped as the noise stopped outside of my door.

Let's Play A Writing Game

Last night while I was talking to my very good friend Tayla on the phone, she mentioned a great idea for a story writing activity which sounded amazing. We are all on here to share our work with one another and get some positive, constructive feedback. Also we are here to build relationships with a foundation of common interest in the arts. So, a very good way to bring people together would be a community story. This is the idea Tayla brought up in our conversation. I am sure some of you have heard of this type of story or may have even participated in one at school. Some English teachers have been known to do this. For some reason I have a memory of doing this only once before. Here is how it works: Momentarily I will be posting a beginning to a story complete with a couple paragraphs in order to get it started. I will end it at a random part. At this point, one of you can take over and lead the story where you want it to go. You may change the point and storyline completely if you wish. Feel free to make it crazy or multi-genre if you see fit. The idea is to spark some writing interest and/or creativity while having fun seeing where the story will go. This is not closed to any certain authors of the Library so anyone may join in, take a turn, and put in their part of the story. Regardless of your specialty whether it be painting, drawing, photography, etc., I would like to invite everyone to join in. How we will do this is when you post your part type the title of the story as the title of your post as follows in this example:

*Title Pt. 1*, *Title Pt. 2*, *Title Pt. 3*, and so forth.

This will keep readers and authors from getting confused as there will be other posts in between the sections of the story as we all work together to complete it. Tackle your section at any moment in time. It is unlikely that any two authors will be posting at exactly the same time but should it happen do not worry about it. And if you have more ideas and wish to add more of your own input into the story feel free to do so. There are no restrictions on how many times you can contribute to the story. This is a group project and it can go on as long as we wish to keep adding to it. I am very excited to see how this will turn out. This will be one of many projects to come that as a group we can tackle with our artistic minds. I hope you all will join right in there as this story will belong to every one of us just as this Library does.

I hope you are all well and I look forward to working with you all on this story. Keep on creating!

Dustin_Shane

Hooked

A photograph from my favorite photo shoot, "The Story of a Mad Man" series.

I need some opinions.

Okay so..the only thing that has really made me feel good has been writing.
And lately I have been wanting to write a novel or something on zombies.
I am so tired of vampies haha so I thought I'd change it up a bit.

So..I was thinking that the setting should be in the United States, usually I do stories in different countries but this time I want to be sure I know certain areas and street names and what not.

I'm not sure about the characters yet. I was wondering if I should make it just with one person or multiple? And what gender, age, race, all that stuff.

It's like..going to be the zombie apocalypse deal. Hahaha.
I was thinking that the main character was in a coma for years and years do to some form of injury and when he/she wakes up the whole zombie deal has happened.

Or maybe the person was in prision or something? So they were locked down in a sound proof place? And he/she didn't know what was happening?

UGH! So many options! Haha. Any opinions or ideas would be fanstasic. I will give credit. :D

Confusion.

The demons that make their way to me have the most respect
Pain comes with happiness
And for that
I'll gladly embrace them both as if they depended on me
Because I wont let them go

I found what kept me motivated
And I've touched, smelled, and tasted it.
Most of all
I loved it
It doesn't matter that it's now gone
I can still see it in my dreams

I can see you

Don't tell me that you're doing okay
I need you to hurt for me
I need you to need me
But no
I wont go down that road anymore
The love is fading away
I'll just try to keep my head up high
Like this is just a new start
I know it'll be hard, but I'll get by

Lies.

Black hearts can't be taken in
Trust is something for the innocent
The ignorant
Lies make this world go round
No matter the lives it takes
Love can only be streched so far...
Before it snaps back and breaks

I deserve this for being unfaithful
I'll take this and learn
You were right to lose interest
There is a reason for your choice
...The reason is me
Always wanting
But never getting
I see your point
We lived this life selfishly
I have hope that you realize I'm not the one for you
Your choice was the best thing to happen to us

Please forgive me
I am not asking for your heart
Keep it or give it away
But do n't give me away
Stay here and lay with me

(Hella confusing probably..sorry. xD Again, this was for an ex that I no longer have these feelings for. Lol.)

Hostages to our minds.

No longer pure
We can't have that
We sin with each touch we take
We are taken hostage by our minds
Skin is so pale and smooth
I can't get enough

Don't keep me here waiting, beautiful
Show me this love you feel
Show me how you move
Skin is pale and smooth
Perfect beyond reason
But the heart needs a jumpstart

The beats we skip
Is caused by our desires
We are blind, yet we see what we want
We take, thinking this will only be once
But now we remain hostages to our minds

Push me away
I'll only hold you tighter

What once was, is now lost.

People should not be worried for us
They don't understand what this feels like for us
You taught me that I belonged to this
To this irregular beating of our hearts

Without you here and half of me
I feel so empty
I try to ignore the emotions that constantly build up inside when I think
of how we used to be
I was your everything.
You were everything to me.
Its not right that we had to see this pass
I was not ready to feel this way again
But what can I do today
What can be done by me to see you happy again

If I truly believe that this will be alright
Then I know some light has found it's way to my heart
It's a fact that I love you and nothing will change my mind
But this love is not what we once had anymore

And it keeps trying to kick me down
But I came from heaven, I pray to Him above
So I'm used to looking up and holding my head high
If you wont love me I know He'll be here to collect it Himself


(Okay..so this was like..a couple days after my ex and me brokeup. Boo fricking hoo. LOL. I honestly can care less anymore but I figured I'd post this and see how my writing progresses and how my emotions and feelings change over time. I am now with someone else so all is well.)

For a once beautiful love.

Something I was scared of from the beginning
I wanted to deny the only thing
The only thing I live for
Is this what I want to become of us
This distant memory of our past
Our forever and a day was never ment to last
Opinions collide
Ideas are scorn
How can we make this last when we dont try,
We don't try to learn

We have to start something new
After all of this where do we turn to
Our old flame is becoming dim
But there is no time limit for it to burn
Should we pick up what's left of this and make it ours again
I wont be told what I believe is wrong
You can't apologize

What got us through this was the desire
No one likes to be alone
We crossed paths and made mistakes
You were not what I dreamed of
Im not who you thought I was
These changing hearts are confused by our selfish ways
We will get on and we will live

This is not the end...
This is only another beginning.

For Dustin!

The weight of the world could pull me under,
it could fill me completely with darkness and hate.

I may go blind and forget everything I once loved,
but I can't deny meeting you was fate.

For as long as there are stars in the sky and our loving God,
you'll always be on my mind...

With our friendship so pure and true,
I'll know I'll pull through.

With your shining light,
I know I'll make it alright.

The words we've shared and every truth that was told,
it's impossible to not hold..hold you close to this heart made of gold.

You're my bestfriend in this world,
it hasn't been long.
But this feeling is long overdue.
Anything bad that comes our way, together we'll make it through.

:DDDD
I love you so much Dustin! Besties for life. (:

Shelving The Puppeteer

I went and sold my soul,
With vengeance in my heart,
A dark heart was my goal,
I oddly fit the part.

So as my power grew,
You went through many things,
My weird control of you,
I gripped your puppet strings.

Without me knowing what was wrong,
You turned so icy cold,
Surprise it did not take so long,
Before our life was old.

You tried so hard to get away,
Through substances and fury,
I tried to pull you back each day,
Our trust, gone in a hurry.

Until our life had ended,
I could only speculate,
I’d be hit hard, be winded,
Realized it much too late.

It was my sick, demented power,
What turned your love from me,
I feasted on your mind each hour,
I’d never leave you be.

On the night when our paths parted,
I confused my love and hate,
I’d lost control, not broken hearted,
You’re lucky, losing me was fate.

So now I watch you from below,
I see you find yourself,
My strings are gone, no longer grow,
As you put me on the shelf.