A Chance Never Taken

There was once a chance I didn't take, a road I didn't consider. It was there the whole time as I stood at the crossroad of three, seeing only two options;and I mourn the loss of this chance. Of this adventure. For isn't it adventure that we crave more then anything? The opportunity to risk life and limb for some greater cause, to be scared senseless, to do something. To be more then just a creature on this planet.

Back to the chance I didn't take.

It was a cold, windless November morning. Salt drifting through my nose, tears sliding down my cheeks. It had occured to me then that I had to do the then unthinkable thing. I had to run away.
But to where? But why?

See part two tomorrow.

Silver

Slides between skin,
eyes open wide,
oh, the pain.
Where does it end?

Oh, the magic--
of foregin lands,
of tides awashing shores.

Oh the horror--
the death, the destruction.
The pain the suffering;
for every good there is a bad--
Isn't there?

Ah, but there is the silver--
barely a sliver--
but still there it is!

A glimmer of hope,
an end to this maddness,
oh, glory be,
for I see a sliver of
Silver,
hope is not lost,
dreams can go
on.

Impending Explosion

I can't take it anymore. I'm going to explode; careful, else you, too, will be caught in the blast.

I just can't take it anymore. I just can't take her anymore.

Nothing I say matters, nothing I do matters, only what she thinks. Only what she feels. It's going to kill me.

Who knew being 'so right' could end so disastrously?

Murder

I've been thinking about this a lot--no, I'm not planning on killing anyone--but what it means. What it implies. When someone stands accused for murder, the people could care less about the why, no, they only care about the justice. But where is the justice, if the accused is automatically, in the eyes of the world, guilty? Is this not America? Do we not believe in equality and innocence until proven guilty?
Ah, but this is America, land of false pretenses. Land of fame, fortune, and quick answers. Oh, sure, we are all gungho about the Constitution, the very essence of our country, but that does not quell the human need for quick answers and assumed honesty. We want to believe that the killer has been caught and stands before us, want to believe that by putting away this person we are safe. So we do. We need only look at Casey Anthony's trial, accused for the murder of her own child, to see how angry people got when she was released. When justice, whether we believe it or not, prevailed.

Speaking of which, what is justice? Is it an idea? A belief? Who are we to say what is just? Who are we to deliver such justice?

We aren't Superman, Spiderman, the Fantastic Four, or Cat Woman. We aren't characters in a film. So who are we, to decide what is right and just?

On a side note, did you know that murder also means a flock or group of crows?

Welcome!

Hello there! Two, three days have passed since I have created this blog, and yet this is the first post on here. Funny.

Okay. Not really, but whatever.

Anyways! Hello, and welcome, fellow whisperers of the wind! That's something else entirely, but I'm going to stick to this subject for the moment.

I suppose, seeing as how we're being all introductory, that you ought to get to know me a little. But not too much; you'll get scared off or creeped out, or think that I'm some weirdo who thinks way too much of herself.
Which might be true, but I'm not going to tell you that.

Now, onto me!

Let's see, I'm of the female variety, I speak English, though that ought to be evident, considering, and if you think I'm going to tell you my age or location, you are crazy. I'm protective, have been told my morals are twisted--don't worry, they aren't, I pretend that they are--I read far too much (as if!), and I dabble in the arts. You are to know me as Quill, because that's my name, and because, well, I don't respond to anything else, so there!

Yeah, I know. Quill is a wonderfully wacky, but strange name. What can I say? My mother wasn't exactly sane when she had me.

I love to write, and that is the purpose of this blog. But that will come later on.

I'm going to have a blogging schedule, which will be revealed very, very soon, you shall see. I'll post the schedule later today.

Toodles!

~Quill