Drink

Drink.

Come on it'll get rid of all your stress.

It'll make you forget about

everything.

Even your family.

It'll make you feel nothing.

So come on drink.

He drinks and drinks to get away

but once he starts he can never stop.

He'll even say

things that aren't so nice.

He'll say hurtful lies,

or hurtful truths.

Then he'll be unbalanced, 

crashing into things,

bumping his head,

and maybe even cut his head 

with broken ornaments. 

This drink makes his tongue and body 

out of place.

The next day he wakes up,

in the same condition, wanting more.

Maybe he'll even bug his wife

to go to the store.

He'll scream 

and scream

and scream

until he either fall asleep

or his needs are met.

When he is in this condition,

it's very painful to look into his eyes

and see that this man is being controlled

by this drink.

The look in his eyes,

it's so perverse.

Almost as if they weren't his own.

The family around him suffers too.

They see this wise jolly man turn

into a man which is consumed by 

this drink that he spews random things

The wife sometimes gets nasty words

thrown her way for a cheap laugh

or she becomes his servant

and bartender.

But the next day he will awake

and find out in what condition 

he was in.

He will feel remorse and

regret

but he will not remember everything.

 So Drink.

Come on it'll get rid of all your stress.

It'll make you forget about

everything.

Even your family.

It'll make you feel nothing.

So come do you still wanna drink?

Why?

Why does society pressure us?
Why do our parents pressure us?
Why do we pressure ourselves
into this endless cycle of routine?

It first starts like this
Go to school
Play
Eat
Do homework

Then slowly play time gets cut short and then cut off.
And the cycle becomes
Learn
Eat.
Learn
Do homework
until near summer a new twist is added
Tests.

This cycle can be dangerous.
It slowly kills us.
Mentally.
Physically.
Creatively.
And even Emotionally.

We are told to go to school and graduate.
But what for?
To not be poor?
To follow a routine?
To become poor, and in debt?
This seems like one big scene.

The thing that they don't tell us is follow your dreams.
Do what you love.
Find your passion.
But when they do sometimes it is too late.

That's the reason why most of us feel like lost lambs when we reach
the place everyone's been pressuring us to go.
Sometimes we aren't even lost
because to be lost one needs to have had a flock or a calling

Ultimately  those who are already dead, just go along and finish
then they are trapped into a new routine,
Work.
Work.
Work.
Eat.
Rest
Repeat.

Some of are brave enough to just not even try,
to not follow this routine because they discover that they do not want to follow it,
but then there are others who are too shy,
too scared to disappoint their parents.

So tell me,
Why does society pressure us?
Why do our parents pressure us?
Why do we pressure ourselves
into this endless cycle of routine?

The boy who cried wolf

The boy cried wolf how dare he lie?

the boy blushed so bright why was he so damn shy?

The boy lost his shoe, oh well screw you!

The boy ate some cake, settle down for goodness sakes!

The boy wanted to fly, Okay Goodbye!

The boy settled down and began to cry

His mother never asked him oh son why?

His father only ever gave a sigh

The boy cried "Help" How dare no one reply?

The girl with the sparkle in her eye

Once there was a girl with nothing to hide.

Her angel and demon right by her side.

If you took a look you'd read her like an open book, 

did you know she cried in the mornings and suffered at night

did you know she lied and died a little inside?

She was a happy girl, one with many faces

some were joyful, some were bright,

If you knew death was at her door 

would you run to her and cry

would you at least

say Good

Bye?

Blog Hiatus (May 9- June 6)

So this month we have a lot going on. So many projects, benchmarks, and finals. So what we have decided to do is we're gonna be on a hiatus until we get out of school. This way we (or more specifically Jessica) don't feel any more stressed. So until that moment we won't be doing our regular routine of writing a story based on a promt on certain days. I know it'll be said but maybe during those days if one of us wants we can post anything we want such as a poem, song lyrics, or a short story on whatever we want to post. So until next time!

Royal Crow

The sky was clear and the streets were clear except for a bird. No wait it wasn’t just any bird it was a crow. One single crow. Its feathers were very smooth and neat. Its feathers were the color of coal. It looked like something that an artist would draw with such precision that came from years of observation. This crow also had such a distinct caw that whenever people passed they were fascinated rather than appalled.  Whenever people passed they walked by with such caution they felt as if the street belonged to the crow and anything could disturb it. They treated the crow as if it were a king or a royal heirloom rather than a disturbance. Sometimes the crow would go look for things to eat but it always came back to the same desolate street.

            One day some new people moved onto the block. It was a family that consisted of a mother, father, and an only child. The child’s name was Andrea. Andrea was very spoiled she believed that since she had blood from Queen Isabella from Spain she deserved to be treated like a princess and so it was.  One day she asked for a dog and her parents gave her one. It was a French poodle. Once this poodle got introduced to the neighborhood, people would stop and observe the poodle’s beauty. This poodle was named Fifi. Fifi was small and white. Everybody thought the poodle was so adorable that they barely paid attention to the crow. One day the crow went into Andrea’s backyard and Fifi started to bark at it. Andrea looked out the window and she quickly went into the yard and shooed the crow. “Go away you dumb bird!” shouted Andrea.  That was a grave mistake.  The crow went to the electrical wire and started to caw. This time instead of having a fascinating caw it sound like a screeching sound. It cawed but the family did not notice. Until finally Andrea got mad and shouted “ SHUT UP YOU STUPID BIRD!”

            It was then night time and the whole family was asleep. The crow then came back into Andrea’s yard, which caused Fifi to bark and Fifi began to run towards the crow. The crow decided to fly towards the dog and peck at her eyes. The dog then began to cry and Andrea quickly went to go see but it was too late. Fifi had gotten her eyes picked out.