Rusty Brakes

Submitted by Ariel on Wed, 10/22/2008 - 03:40
Once, there were two boys, born on the same day, but of opposite fortunes. The older boy was born of a wealthy family and the younger boy was born of a poor family. These two boys never knew the other existed until they were young men. As children they unknowingly shared a common interest— trains. The older one was given every model train he ever wanted. Often he would grow bored with a model and let it fall into disrepair. The other boy looked forward to every one of his birthdays and Christmases, wanting to receive the longed-after toys for gifts.

The Night the Moon Fell Down

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 10/21/2008 - 18:44

She was sitting by the window,
the night the moon fell down,
she was watching the stars go streaking
across the smooth black sky,
like long-legged creatures
skimming the surface of the water
the night the moon fell down
He fell from the sky
and his half-shadowed face
glowed pale in the streetlight
his icy blue eyes
glinting coldly below
the window where she watched
the night the moon fell down
In his eyes she beheld
the anger and fear
that he felt, and he shivered
here on the ground

The Sick Man

Submitted by Ben on Tue, 10/21/2008 - 00:50
The Parable of the Sick Man

A man who for many months had been suffering from an illness went one day to see a doctor. The doctor told him, "this is what you must do: return to your town, find your neighbor, and kill him. Then your disease will subside and you will be able to return to work."

The man returned to his home, found his neighbor, and killed him. Soon after, just as the doctor had predicted, his fever subsided and he was able to return to work.

I ask you: When was the man more ill, before or after visiting the doctor?

life

Submitted by Nick on Mon, 10/20/2008 - 22:22

life
the gift of god
many people share it
and see
butifull things
all around us
from the tips of the mountains
to the deapths of the sea

wynd
it moves us
kites and boats
we hear
butifull things
floating all around us
from the tips of the mountains
to the deapths of the sea.

fire
it burns brightly
everywhere
we feel
its warmpth around us
from the sun
from the tips of the mountains
to the deapths of the sea

More Than Conquerors

Submitted by Kyleigh on Mon, 10/20/2008 - 11:49

In the darkness, they stumbled in, the boy held by the upper arm with a grip of iron, and the soldier glaring at the boy. The boy was of average height and build, with unkempt hair and piercing blue-green eyes. He wore a Jacobite shirt and a kilt; an empty sheath, perhaps for a claymore, hung across his back. A strip of tartan ran across his right shoulder, fastening with a brooch at his left hip.
“It’s the third time he’s escaped.” The soldier said to the guard.
The guard smiled grimly. “So, the bird’s been caught again.”

The Problem

Submitted by AmandaLC on Fri, 10/17/2008 - 18:04

The Problem is the Lie
The Lie tells the Head it's in charge
The Head believes the Lie
The Lie is trapping the Heart
The Heart cries for the Truth
The Truth screams to the Body
The Body can sometimes break free from the Head
The Head regrets when the Body listens to the Truth
The Heart rejoices for it has had a Moment
The Moment becomes multiple
The Truth is coming out, its beating the Lie
The Heart is breaking free
The Heart is in charge
The Problem is solved, for now

If Only We Could See

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Wed, 10/15/2008 - 17:20

The streetlights block the stars in the sky
Mankind unaware beneath it lie
We proceed onward with our monotonous lives
Telling ourselves that we're always right
We live our days without fearing the force
It has come to the point, that life is no longer sacred
But is now only a choice
Lost and confused
People hurry on their way
never stopping to think, what if God came today?
Pride has become truth
Forgiveness a meaningless word
If only we could see
What we have become

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