It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing plus people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen an old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen an old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen an old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants toi to do something,
ou be something
That sometimes toi don’t want to be?
They are those!
toi know them!
toi probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect toi to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
toi don’t want to take.
They are those who expect toi to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
toi prefer to be small and humble.
But do toi think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since toi were born,
Came up with a path for toi in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where toi are
toi have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi are nothing to me
No matter how toi try
What do toi care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
toi don't know me
No matter how toi try
Why are toi here?
toi know I don't want you
I told toi to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
toi can't mold me
No matter how toi try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. MDR Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi will realize the cage has already been broken.