Riddle of Ice

Don’t forget how you’ve been taught
Especially one two three,
You can remember math, can’t you?
Just don’t forget and follow me.

At least three of you people reading this know music,
Remember what consists and makes music be.
Like a clear rounding ring of different time signatures
Understand common time and the one less than that beat

A pattern, a twist, some lyrics or rests,
Each one paints a wondrous picture of sound.
Sometimes music morphs from easy red to darkening black
Nothing stays the same forever in music, it turns around

The lyrics are inventive, or they are not heard
A touch of light, a touch of dark
A truly ghostly sound crawls across your flesh
Other worldly lyrics shine like the songs of larks

Classic is not the only song now
The music is turned into Jazz and Rock
For those of you firstly listen to small but hard as metal
Leave truly in a startled shock

Just remember the different pictures music has
Once just brass and woodwind just making flowers
A meadow of emerald with violets
Every piece composed takes hours

Now you have her name and all
Description included for you to see
She is hiding, but you can find her
Actually, you know her name is -

Questions

What life puts into perspective is how it will go on. Will it continue if you forbid it? If you put a halt in the system? Should it stop for one person? Should it continue on regardless? All of these are questions many people do not…ask. They do not think about what could be said. They simply continue on, without asking. Their excuses are ‘once you find the answer to one question you find a million more.’ That may be true. But you could continue to answer questions. Who says you are here? And if you are here, why? And why? And why?

You see why there are questions? They keep us from being mindless. They prevent us from passing life in a blink. Instead they draw it out. And without that, you might as well just lie down and watch life go on…without you.

Do you believe in life? Would you pick up a gun and pull the trigger? Do you think the gun would jam from your belief or fire from your ignorance? If you grabbed the handle from a blackened knife and chose to throw…would you miss or would you hit with a sickening thud? What about poison? Would they be immune, or would it kill them slowly and painfully? Would it be murder? Or would it be just saved?

If someone called you normal, would it be an insult? Would it be a compliment? Would it be something to shrug off, and continue on? Who wants to be normal? Many people? Few people? If I called you weird would you disagree? Would you agree? Would you not know what to say, what to think? Would you decline, but know in the bottom of your heart it is true?

Could you lose your mind and stay sane? Maybe you just find new ways to do things; maybe you find new things all together. Are you creative? Would they call someone that when they lose their mind but not their sanity?
If your friend makes fun of you even after you tell them to stop, are they your friend? Are they your enemy? Are they just another person here to make fun of who you are? Why do they make fun of you? Why are they laughing? Maybe they feel bad about themselves…maybe they are just not your friends. Do not lie-nobody who makes fun of you should be considered your friend.

You see? These questions continue forever. They stretch on endlessly. And maybe if you just would realize they are there, you might make life a little easier…or harder. It depends on how you answer the call. Besides, it is your life, not mine.

The Lady or the Tiger

I think Mrs. Phillips' class may already have done this, but why don't we all write endings to the Lady and the Tiger? I have some pretty darn good ideas... you guys had better check this blog more often.

Sorry for the Spam Post

Just wanted to say I joined. (Aren't you all proud?) By the way, who made up Eschew Obfuscation? May I ask: WHAT?
I do play video games and watch anime with MOST of my time... so I guess it's not the apocalypse because I watch anime MORE than I write. Yay! The world won't end and we can all write! And you can also write ABOUT video games, like fanfics and stuff.
I will be posting... soon...
I finished the story of the last writing club. I think it turned out well. I'll take the time to type it out later.

Thoughtless

Can anyone forgive the way people think?

How uncaring and respect less must have a link.

The small hands reaching for your shirt,

Trying not to cry from the dieing earth.

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The sun will shine for those unforgiving,

It will emitt for anybody living.

Are you ignorant of those calling for help?

Or did you hear them and choose to care for yourself?

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Those who look are frightened by what we see and hear,

But most reflect it like a mirror.

Maybe we could all open up our eyes,

But they are held shut by all the ruthless lies.

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We could help and we could hear,

To help and care for all far and near.

So some of us are put to the shattering test,

But the rest of us remain thoughtless.