I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN taon OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen taon old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure enough, a tall foreign man in a panglamig follows Wyatt. He suddenly turns around and is terrified. The man is holding a sword or spear, I'm unsure. Wyatt asks the man for mercy. The man refuses, curses, stands behind Wyatt, and plunges the weapon through the back of his throat. Right away he looks dead; there's no struggle or even a noise.
The video shuts off. "LAPD is working feverishly on this case. The Starmount family is holding a private wake and funeral for their son. And now, let's go to Joey Walter for a sports update." she concludes. I am horrified and immediately turn off the television. Even though the screen is pitch-black, I keep seeing the contact between Wyatt's delicate skin and that metal sword, then the pool of blood.
As I watch the nightmare over and over, something sticks in my head: Why would someone want to kill him? What's their reasoning and motive? What did Wyatt do?
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen taon old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure enough, a tall foreign man in a panglamig follows Wyatt. He suddenly turns around and is terrified. The man is holding a sword or spear, I'm unsure. Wyatt asks the man for mercy. The man refuses, curses, stands behind Wyatt, and plunges the weapon through the back of his throat. Right away he looks dead; there's no struggle or even a noise.
The video shuts off. "LAPD is working feverishly on this case. The Starmount family is holding a private wake and funeral for their son. And now, let's go to Joey Walter for a sports update." she concludes. I am horrified and immediately turn off the television. Even though the screen is pitch-black, I keep seeing the contact between Wyatt's delicate skin and that metal sword, then the pool of blood.
As I watch the nightmare over and over, something sticks in my head: Why would someone want to kill him? What's their reasoning and motive? What did Wyatt do?
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright kahel tan
But then one araw she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The susunod araw at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a tahanan tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had sinabi
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do you think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright kahel tan
But then one araw she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The susunod araw at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a tahanan tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had sinabi
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do you think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing you whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize you are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift you once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutos later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing you whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize you are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift you once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutos later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell you who you're not, or who you can never be. what's it take to get you to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would you say, what would you do, if this was your last day? so, you found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think you need to know that, of all the mga kulay that you shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. you should think about what you do, befor you do it, over and over again. i know you feel alone, that know one can figure you out, but you sould know that we just pag-ibig to see you smile.i know you feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help you come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think you need to know that, of all the mga kulay that you shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. you should think about what you do, befor you do it, over and over again. i know you feel alone, that know one can figure you out, but you sould know that we just pag-ibig to see you smile.i know you feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help you come back.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If you don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My mga kaibigan had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you sinabi was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My mga kaibigan had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you sinabi was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Example of the Maiden
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the trono that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if you liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the trono that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if you liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
