Simplicity of Violence by cuddlystingray, literature
Literature
Simplicity of Violence
There is no Glamour in violence. Battle isnt beautiful, it isnt romantic. It is tragic, it is chaos, it is lonely, and in the end it is lethal. In a dark part of my brain I have pushed those memories down into a cage that they only rarely escape from these days. Combat is one of the most terrifyingly exciting things one can do in their life. You are excited, the adrenaline is pumping, yet a wrong move will get you killed. There are no heros or villans in battle. There is only the living and the dead. Make no mistake, if you are unlucky enough to find yourself in combat, pray that you survive, and then you unleash everything you have, your mus
The Pulse of The Night by cuddlystingray, literature
Literature
The Pulse of The Night
Stillness of the night, shattered
Flash of light
Heart pounding
Lungs gasping for air
Eyes wide open
Legs constantly pushing
Screaming through the darkness
I ride
Grip tightens
Muscles strain
Like a machine
Rhythm, a pulse
Detectable only to those who push
the rhythm of the dark, of the quiet,
Only the adventurous can feel
The Pulse of The Night.
Surrendering the Status Quo by cuddlystingray, literature
Literature
Surrendering the Status Quo
I surrender,
I surrender to the fact the humanity is violent
I surrender to the fact that people dont care about one another
I surrender to the fact that love doesnt conquer all
I surrender to the fact I am alone
I surrender to the fact that life seems to be pain and suffering
I surrender to the fact the there is endless hate in this world
I surrender to the failures of my life
I will never surrender hope, for that is all we truly have,
in the dark corners of the dark rooms of the dark halls,
all we have is hope.
Nothing looks like what it used to. The halls are white washed and clean, security cameras slowly turning behind their protective bubbles. New windows and lighting, new cafeterias. It’s been a long time, still though there is a warmth from this place. Of times past, memories brought back with new clarity. The smell is the same, all the construction, renovations, new rooms, new equipment, and new staff. Yet some things simply can’t be changed. My class mates are gone, we’ve grown up and moved on. Families, jobs, life has taken on a new pace. Still….one must admit school is a place we will never forget. The tests, the dr
The faint clicks of her flats echoed as she strolled down the hallways one last time. Taking the time to stop at every classroom and look in, imaging them full of kids. Forty years she had been here. She had never realized how much this building was a part of her life. She like the school had aged, her hail wasn’t as springy as it used to be and she didn’t have as much spring in her step. Every day getting up from behind her desk had become a struggle. Still, she was always one of the first ones in the building, she couldn’t even remember what it was like to not unlock the doors in the morning. She was the only English teach
He had no one to call his own. Alone he traveled, ignored, unseen by the people in front of him. His head hung low, feet dragged in sneakers long past their lifespan. Held together by luck and an extra lace tied around the toes to keep the soul attached. No one saw him, nobody asked, he was a living ghost who was of no importance to anyone. His hair was long, clothes were in tatters. He had always looked ragged, with his backpack full of various things he looked like one of the old time peddlers you saw in moves. Even having a tin cup to which he would use for change when he would beg outside the local grocery store.
Lindsey, who had seen t
The embers glow, the sparks still jump and dance among the smoke. Stretching for freedom among the night stars. You can feel the weight, the path ahead of you, you walk it alone. The door at the end of the hall, you never reach but you always walk, always alone, always questioning. As the quietness surrounds you even your thoughts begin to echo. A touch, a glance, a moment of caring sends you screaming back to life. Even if only for a second before it’s gone again, that brief moment you are pulled above the storm clouds and can feel the warmth of the sun, the fresh air of hope. No matter how fleeting t
Simplicity of Violence by cuddlystingray, literature
Literature
Simplicity of Violence
There is no Glamour in violence. Battle isnt beautiful, it isnt romantic. It is tragic, it is chaos, it is lonely, and in the end it is lethal. In a dark part of my brain I have pushed those memories down into a cage that they only rarely escape from these days. Combat is one of the most terrifyingly exciting things one can do in their life. You are excited, the adrenaline is pumping, yet a wrong move will get you killed. There are no heros or villans in battle. There is only the living and the dead. Make no mistake, if you are unlucky enough to find yourself in combat, pray that you survive, and then you unleash everything you have, your mus
The Pulse of The Night by cuddlystingray, literature
Literature
The Pulse of The Night
Stillness of the night, shattered
Flash of light
Heart pounding
Lungs gasping for air
Eyes wide open
Legs constantly pushing
Screaming through the darkness
I ride
Grip tightens
Muscles strain
Like a machine
Rhythm, a pulse
Detectable only to those who push
the rhythm of the dark, of the quiet,
Only the adventurous can feel
The Pulse of The Night.
Surrendering the Status Quo by cuddlystingray, literature
Literature
Surrendering the Status Quo
I surrender,
I surrender to the fact the humanity is violent
I surrender to the fact that people dont care about one another
I surrender to the fact that love doesnt conquer all
I surrender to the fact I am alone
I surrender to the fact that life seems to be pain and suffering
I surrender to the fact the there is endless hate in this world
I surrender to the failures of my life
I will never surrender hope, for that is all we truly have,
in the dark corners of the dark rooms of the dark halls,
all we have is hope.
Nothing looks like what it used to. The halls are white washed and clean, security cameras slowly turning behind their protective bubbles. New windows and lighting, new cafeterias. It’s been a long time, still though there is a warmth from this place. Of times past, memories brought back with new clarity. The smell is the same, all the construction, renovations, new rooms, new equipment, and new staff. Yet some things simply can’t be changed. My class mates are gone, we’ve grown up and moved on. Families, jobs, life has taken on a new pace. Still….one must admit school is a place we will never forget. The tests, the dr
The faint clicks of her flats echoed as she strolled down the hallways one last time. Taking the time to stop at every classroom and look in, imaging them full of kids. Forty years she had been here. She had never realized how much this building was a part of her life. She like the school had aged, her hail wasn’t as springy as it used to be and she didn’t have as much spring in her step. Every day getting up from behind her desk had become a struggle. Still, she was always one of the first ones in the building, she couldn’t even remember what it was like to not unlock the doors in the morning. She was the only English teach
He had no one to call his own. Alone he traveled, ignored, unseen by the people in front of him. His head hung low, feet dragged in sneakers long past their lifespan. Held together by luck and an extra lace tied around the toes to keep the soul attached. No one saw him, nobody asked, he was a living ghost who was of no importance to anyone. His hair was long, clothes were in tatters. He had always looked ragged, with his backpack full of various things he looked like one of the old time peddlers you saw in moves. Even having a tin cup to which he would use for change when he would beg outside the local grocery store.
Lindsey, who had seen t
Surrendering the Status Quo by cuddlystingray, literature
Literature
Surrendering the Status Quo
I surrender,
I surrender to the fact the humanity is violent
I surrender to the fact that people dont care about one another
I surrender to the fact that love doesnt conquer all
I surrender to the fact I am alone
I surrender to the fact that life seems to be pain and suffering
I surrender to the fact the there is endless hate in this world
I surrender to the failures of my life
I will never surrender hope, for that is all we truly have,
in the dark corners of the dark rooms of the dark halls,
all we have is hope.
After a brief hiatus I'm back, hopefully with some new works in the making. Between the schooling and life between two wheels I've been rather busy. My next work "Life Between Two Wheels" will hopefully be completed in the next month or so. I'm hopin...
Its a funny thing about life. You always seem to run across people that just don't fit into a category, that simply cant be defined. Everyone reacts differently to them, myself...those are my people. They can be real and genuine as well as strange and a bit off kilter. Regardless its the people left of center, the oddballs that make life interesting. I always want to know their stories and who they are as people. Even if they think its boring, understanding how people tick is a really important thing for me. I don't know this was just on my mind....tomorrow I try to write something about a tree.