The Mind's Captive Thoughts

                He strained his arms as he put all his might into pulling her up, the tightness of her grip almost breaking his hand. Only when he began to pull, did he see how far off the ground was from this cliff, and how very important it was to have made sure she did not hit the bottom. He looked into her eyes, and saw that panic and fear that were filling them, but he saw something else, and he wasn't too sure what it was.        He didn't have time to register it though. He could only think of making sure she was on the safe ground again. He raised up to one knee as he got her higher. He could hear the scratching of her feet as she desperately tried to gain a bit of grip on the rock wall right beside her. As he got higher, the scratching became less frantic, until at last she managed a foot on the top, and gained her footing back on solid ground.                  And suddenly, their lips were pressed together.           He didn't have time to think, had barely

O.k. Fact time. Some people should not be parents. I'm not being a condescending jerk and saying "stupid people" shouldn't be allowed to breed. I'm not dumping on people who don't have their lives together. Not having your life together works itself out with time and a drive to. No, the people who should not be giving birth and parenting are the ones who aren't able to let go of their childish ways, who are not able to mature, and do not care to. Those who disgrace themselves in public, acting like children, yelling, being dramatic, and being vulgar. Those who can't put their child before their friends. Those who don't understand what it means to UNCONDITIONALLY love their kid, and bring them up right! I don't care who you are, it is not alright to insult your child for the sake of humor around your friends. If you are willing to do this, then you aren't intelligent enough to recognize the lasting effects that you have on your child, and wh

"For you, the morning star shall rise once again. Bringing its light and warmth upon your face, casting the shadows to its wake, letting the light of the small stars rest. For you, its beauty will come in the east, after night has given its power over. And the birds will sing, and the air will smell heavy of moisture. And I will be gone. Yesterdays winds will have taken my body and mind across the   landscape.   It can not take all of me, however. Like the rain, the wind may move me to its will, but my effects will be left behind. Though the rain has stopped, and the sun has brought forth its light, the ground is still wet, the air still heavy. Though my physical being may be gone, myself does not need be dead to you. I only ask, as I leave tonight, that you keep me alive in your memory. I only ask that as I journey, I do not become dead to you, that my existence does not pass into the wayside. That what I have done here will have lasting effects, with you and everyone, like