Who I Am - An Animated Poetry Reading

Who I Am

I lived a live back in the past 

Friends and foes I'd thought it'd last

A life benign with right and wrong

I should have known it wouldn't be long

my faults to no choice of my own

and left abandoned all I known

decisions in a fear I never bore

decisions I now face forevermore

now in present, future calls

my past forgotten and yet it gnaws

Asked long ago, it will not break

But is it really what's at stake?

Only silence hears my scream

is life but just a painful dream

In search, but no one gives a damn

Ignored, but this is who I am

In fortune tells our ends collide

And all that lives is all that dies

If all I knew was just a lie

If that was me, than who am I?

Relflection

It was the calm before the storm, the winds were picking up yet the night was still young.  Alphonse Benoit, sat in his living room, a cup of cold tea in one hand, and a loaded magnum in the other. He knew what he had to do, and he had planned it out in his mind multiple times, but it still didn't mean he was ready to commit murder. Things between Giselle and himself were going downhill anyways, Alphonse was promised a six thousand euros to end a relationship that was declining, and reluctantly, he accepted as the thought of his towering debt loomed over him. As he looked out of his balcony of his 4th story Paris apartment he allowed himself to relapse into his memories, the scent the house smelt like when his mother used to bake cakes every weekend, or the sounds of play and excitement in the playground at school. The way the suns beams fell upon Giselle's golden hair..... Alphonse looked back, and saw that same woman that he onced loved, fast asleep. A press of a trigger and he would be cut free of any ties, he would be free of debt, and be given a second shot at life. As the bustling noises of the street grew below his feet, Alphonse returned inside, ridden of his inhibitions. Hand gripped firmly on the cold butt of the revolver, Alphonse breathed heavily and and shook his head. With a sense of new found determination he strode with purpose into the bedroom. In the dark lit room, he saw a bulge beneath the blankets now completely covered. Silently, he stalked up towards the figure, and ripped off the sheets his revolver raised. However, beneath the sheets, Alphonse found not his former love. He stood there, confused and unsure what to do as he felt a sharp pain from behind. Glancing down the last thing he saw was the tip of a bloody kitchen knife extruding from his chest. As the rain began to fall upon Paris that night, Giselle Decour walked out into the street, six thousand euros richer.

The Day After Christmas

It's Boxing Day, proof of the high degree of materialism in our society. In all the stores, crowds flock, violently fighting for parking spots, and tugging for goods on sale. All that Christmas care is completely gone, replaced with the true greedy emotions of society. I think how hundreds of people can trample on a person, just to purchase merchandise barely on sale. Just more food for though about society, and Christmas in general. Happy Holidays people!

Christmas: A Lesson in Life

Once again, it is the Christmas season, where people are kind, presents are given out, and turkeys are slaughtered in the masses. However Santa Claus doesn't seem to just influence young children, all over North America, adults are donating to charities, driving fundraisers and making new year's resolutions to improve their character. We all know, all this compassion and care ends in January, (especially the resolutions) and everybody goes back to the quiet, easily angered and self centered personality that is the norm. The entire Christmas season is a lie. According to the bible, Jesus Christ was not born on December 25th and Santa, a recurring myth taught to mislead children every year. If there has to be a special season where you are more compassionate, where you clear your conscience with good deeds and kindness, then you must really ask yourself, if you are really so kind and loving, why aren't you like this all year? However, there is also the opposite situation which occurs, Christmas, where the entire family gets off their online lives, and realize how they cannot stand being in such close proximity of each other, happily returning to the screens after the new year. I guess, what I'm trying to say is, don't let Christmas be the reason why you resolve to be a better person, and instead try and improve and be kind whenever you can. Have a great December readers.

Does thy seek thy meat from God?

Do Seek Their Meat From God

Like the night beasts lay still

hidden from oblivious prey

silent and still, waiting

searching for their meat from God

Like the day men pierce through the forest

Hunting, weapons raised

resolute and with purpose

Seeking out their meat from God

Both man and beast

Like day and night

Seek to win the world from others

But there are only 24 hours in a day

In a village among the trees

A baby child wails in hunger

His father out, his mother tending

No soothing can cure starvation

Hidden like it's builders a den

Holding a small pining cub

Alone, it's cries upon deaf ears

Hope cannot feed hunger

With haste, both parties must not delay

Else they wish their youth with death

In which both parties must compete

And fight for favor in God's will

But if and when the dawn arises

The youngsters weaken and tear

By no fault of theirs, but all for naught

In which one will not live the night