Alright, this blog will be used for the purpose of updates and practicing writing crap. I won't divulge in a lot of stuff until I think it suits well here. I have been given a question from one of my friends on "why I don't blog."

Well, I suppose it's for two reason. The first reason is that I actually completely forgot this blog completely. You can see from the existence of this post that I remembered it. The second reason is because I'm trying to finish up school (insert censor here.) I will not mention all the short stories I'm trying to finish up, in fact I want to keep the door close on those. In fact, I might be in trouble with myself (I wonder, is that a form of schizophrenia? Meh, doubt it.) on saying that.
Anyways, I will be coming on here to post about misc. things and doing some fun writing ideas that come from the top of my head that I want to write immediately about.
Anyway, expect some random updates. (ignore the short stories until I find a suited time to "open the door" for them.)

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Can't Say I Changed One Bit

no sir, can't say I have...
not a lick, not even a
bit. I feel same old,
same out.

Can't say I changed,
none, zip, nada. Yup,
not even the cloths
have left their place.

Many paths I've taken,
but everything is
an infinite loop...
going back to origins pass...

check the stain, all the same;
check the lines, still not entwined;
check the leaves, they haven't flown away.
nope, not one spec has changed so. But

time has come, it is time to go.
tic toc, what is that, another
wail has come...

I leave,
I find,
I take,
I leave...
ad infinitum.

same old black,
same old night,
same old reaper has come tonight,

now sir it is time for flight!
same old wind,
same old cry,
same old, same out...

Sure as dawn, I can't
say I changed tonight.

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Writer's Block

Anyone have any ideas? My mind is just blanking out at the moment.

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come together and
come and fight.
come and worship
for your might.

come for all,
come for one,
come and see
and see it all

come as you are,
and come for you
and you alone.

Come and behold glory
come and show light.
come and show that light
to the dark world below.

come and show it all.
come and bring light,
come to dark, and
come bring light to darkness foul.

come forever,
come here and now.
come for you and you alone.

come alone but
come for everyone.
come with light
come to dark

come with you all
and come to end darkness foul.

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The Stories

Short writing piece I wrote on what I believe, hope you like it

The mind, the fathoms guarded waters with its guarded memories it holds and the different threads of connection to life it grasps. I believe the mind is the author of all the stories of this world and I believe to understand this world we have to listen to the stories. I picture this concept by going into my own mind. I go into the darkness of my mind, everything is chilled yet calmed. I plunge into its depth and follow the different memories I have. Some random thoughts that move freely of their own accord and way, and the others were in one place and I knew without a doubt were where my stories were.

I plunged even further to where my stories were and this time the darkness began to materialize ribbons of colors. The threads envelope me all around and turned into a vivid surrounding. Everything around me had a strange aura of color around it and seemed to emit from everything. The road of ash black seemed to be truckeeway, the road near my house, and upwards from the ribbon of black a neon green grass hill was floating like a harmless giant near it. I hold my breath and different scenes race by.

I turn around to see a car crash and the out of body smell of rubble and smoke on the west side of the street. It’s then I remember the accident of one of my parents and the moral it gave me, don’t take anything for granite. I turn away to see the hill going upwards seeming to eat the sky. Without any effort I climb up and out towards a white washed building. I remember going into a church of white wash after the accident and gaining something of knowing that there is something beyond this world. I look at the cream baby blue sky up from the church and another thing came to me. “I believe, I believe, I believe….”

It was only a whisper from the velvet wind that came down from that sky and blanketed around me. Of course it was my own voice but it seemed different, probably because it was part of the vivid background.

“Oh yes I believe…” it went on. “… No matter how old you are or how the wind of memories whines around, everyone still has a story. Oh yes, a story to tell in our own vivid imagination and background. I believe to look, read, and listen to what everyone has to say. Who knows, one or everyone might hold the key of a better life.”

The background washes away in a huge color of smudge. I look around at the room that was outside of the concrete walls of the mind. I remember those entire stories that gave a moral or showed events and pictures in different colors of the spectrum of light inside my mind that took place in my life. I was then struck with blue lighting of realization. The realization came when I remember all the different stories I read in my life, “The Book Thief,” “The Stand,” “the Chronicles of Narnia,” and all their different ideas.

“I know what I believe of all the hard concepts and troubles of this world.” I said to myself believing to go mad. “I believe that our mind is also complicated along with those troubles, with all its mixed up words and thoughts. But I believe if we listen to every story of the soul and put the words together, we might just be able to make out a solution for those troubles. But our mind also compromises memories for its story so, in turn, we have to compromise to make everything work in motion.”

In short, I believe if we listen and work together and listen to facts in the stories of our mind we could have a clearer future for everyone in this world. So don’t let those waters be guarded, but instead to flow freely for all!

-Josef Edwards

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Poetry: The Solider's Friend

Everyday they come for awhile and say friend, hold a wave and show their smile, then leave once again. The sun has taken them whole and deliver to lands long away. Forlorn am I when each one saids their choices of the road of the solider. As they move away from the land we all met I move myself away even further. My path is opposite to theirs and so I look back to steal a glance of the sun beaten path they toked. The rough road a solider they stand and go. And I, I took the lonely road to write their stories. The ones that say friend and fight for me, I shall write for them.

-Josef Edwards

Author's Note:
I choose to write this poem because a lot of my friends are thinking, or have, joined the marines or airforce. I seem to be the only one out of the whole bunch not wanting to join the army so I felt like I was on a lonely road. But they were my friends so if anything should happen to them on that "solider's Road" then I will make sure to write in memory for them.

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Akan's Blog, challange

I'm making sure your doing this challenge Akan and not eating all that candy from Halloween. So for all of you interested Akan's blog link is on the right hand side. Good luck Akan for this year everyone from this blog and is wooting for you.

Random news:
New poems I've made are in draft form should be posted up here soon.

other random news:
I feel like I'm a girl typing this.... I NEED 500 IBS. WEIGHTS NOW!!!!

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