Spiritofpoetry

Well this is my first journal entry in a long time. But Basically I have been good. Got a cold yesterday but its a very light one. Also I have been busy at work playing Gears of war and a poem I am thinking of writing is about "The endless cycle of immortality" That came to me in a very powerful way and I would love to write about that! :)

(For those of you who dont know silent hill is a place that effects each person differently by their own subconscious) My Own Silent Hill  This dream starts with me in a garage of sorts with a young blond girl around my age. In real life I do not know her at all. She has short blond hair and a yellow shirt with beautiful blue eyes. We approach a vending machine that opens very easily. We reach in and take supplies I drink one and tell her to stand guard while I loot it. I could taste the Hi-C very vividly it was as though drinking it in real life. I keep getting on to her for not standing guard and watching for creatures that may be out to

Flower petal I look around and see The floating tree It begins to speak to me It whispers words The kind that are not absurd And shows me all the things that can be cured I watch its branches blowing In the wind and knowing And believing in all the things it's showing. He lowers his head Shows me not to dread The things that linger in my head For how can they hurt you? When your life is brought anew And shines in the morning dew Can you see past everyone's face? Know no one here is a disgrace Just help everyone finish this race We call life That can be sometimes full of strife Never use your spiteful knife. And with