Broken Sea Glass

Thursday, April 20, 2006

deaming another future

I had a dream lastnight that has kept me thinking all morning. I had a dream that it was the future, and we had another holocost type of thing going on. Only it wasn't about the jews, had nothing to do with religion. It was the law, you couldn't have children unless the government said you could. They killed all the children you had that was against the law. So me and a few other kids were trying to hide, running through the woods to get away from the police and their guns. Orders are if a child disobays the law then they are shot down, if they are an illegal child, they are either shot on sight or put in a camp where they work until they are put in a chamber of poisonous gas. While my friends and I were running we found a small two story cottage that was owned by an kindly old woman. We ran inside and asked for help, there had been a whole platoon of men in their uniforms and guns holstered around their shoulders. They were looking for us. Had been for days now. She took us through the house to a dresser, she was able to peel off the side wood placement and showed us a hidden room. One by one each of us crawled in that room, trying to be silent in case they came in without us knowing it. Had no way of knowing for sure how far behind they were from us, all we knew was they were close enough to have our heads on their wall. There was this musky smell that never left since this had all began some years back, so stuffy that it was hard to breath. As we crowtched on the floor of the hidden room, our breaths grew sharper, old resting dust rolled their way into the air with our emptying air. Then a sound arose I looked through the cracks in the floor, peering down I saw the commander bombarding in, his heavy boots shook the floor each time they landed flat on the floor. He questioned the woman as several other soldiers came in, shotguns still slung about their shoulders, and small, yest powerfull, pistols holstered at their sides on thick leather belts. They were Americans. Since the war had begun, the new ruling had set in, countries invaded other countries, mixing cultures and guns. These men were germans. Cigar smoke rose to our noses, it smelt ten times better then the old blood painted streets that were never cleans. the worst time was when it rained, the bloods smell would rise and reawaken, chocking fearful travelers to a point of nearly passing out. The men searched the house, and then they came to the room the hidden door was in. The commander had already flung his cigar away, now he was smelling the air, a hint of suspision. Then agrin curled at the end of his mouth, he could smell us. But he played cool, telling his ment we weren't in there. And as they started to leave he said facing the door, yet was directed toward me, "Haha, I finally found you." Then he stepped out of the room, and left in their cars, soem men walked. Confusion no doubt swept over our faces, it was obvious there was something we were missing. When the lady came back and said it was all clear, we rustled our of the hiding place, thanked her for her mercy, and ran out the door. There was a dozen old and beaten up tractors that were a hundred yard away from the house. As we ran up tp them we heard weird rawring sounds fromt he woods, it was a machine, no doubt the butcher collecting himeself some animals. Thats when hundres of sheep came running out of the dences woods and straight past us, then running back out of the clearing and back into the woods. We were able to grab of them, and set him on the tractor. He could be useful for the wool, and maybe lateron for food. This was desparate times, thoughts of harming animals for food didn't come to mind anymore, it was all just survival. We jumped on the tractor, all three of us. And Made our way through the hidden paths of a dense future.

What a dream huh?

Monday, April 10, 2006

Sleeping beauty needs a nap

Yeah, I am a bit tired right now, have so many tests and quizes to study for this week so I got tired when thinking of all that studying. Today shot off with a lot of bumpage, and still has yet to steady itself. I friend of mines dog was put to sleep lastnight. Some sort of brain issues where something exploded inside of her so they had to put her down, really sad. I felt sorry for her until I found out what they do for every dogs passing. They cremate there dogs! Isn't that crazy? They also take the collars from their dogs and hang them up on the wall in her parents room. Is it just me or is that just weird? I almost laughed when I heard this, which brings me to the point of saying I have no sympathy after hearing that. I understand that its really sad when a pet of the family dies,but that just sounds rediculous to me. My friend even said she wont let go of the dead animal for a couple of weeks, that she wont beable to even go in her parents room to see the collar, which was weird all by itself. She gets attached to any animal, even if she sees a dead one on the street she says she gets really sad, might even cry at times. I used to be like that, when I was 10! Blar! Ok, so enough of the cremated dawg. Well, Jeremiah called me up today and said he got me an eisel! Which is awsome! He says he might even find me some oil paint so I can practise and what not. My dad got me a air brush gun and paint, even bought me a compresser so I don't have to keep on using air cans. Yark >_<
So maybe tomarrow I can find something to practise on, cardboard or somethin' like that. Trying to get back into my artistic state as you can tell. Well, I need to get back to studying and doing my homework, so peace out dawgs >_<

Monday, April 03, 2006

Drowning in the Foggy Mind

What has happened here? Through thick clouds and high waters the surface will never be breached. Not like in the mind. To the cliff I say, dive down, rise up. The solution to a perfect ending in that of a troubled mind. The whispering of so many voices, if only they could hear them aswell. But no, they are ignorant. They don't listen because they don't want to believe. Save me not to work your name about the papers, not to be remembered as a hero of your people. But save me because your heart bids you to. To the south is the sun, and the north is the night, with your complications the earth has recided off its axle. Never again will life exist in here nor there. Just send the peace that was taken from us, give it back as one last farewell. For in the end, a good final breath is better then short struggle in resistance.