I started writing a few years ago to curb my emotions. I used to be an angry person that would break things and punch walls. I found writing to be a productive way to deal and express my emotions. Short stories and poems are what I love
Like a pebble trickling down a mountain side, slowly picking up speed and gathering more momentum. As it rolls down further, it gathers more strength. And the further it goes along, the bigger it grows until it becomes too large for the mountain to handle. Quietly it makes itself known to the mountain. It gathers substantial size, not quite destructive as it levels a few bushes, small creatures, and other insignificant beings. It continues rolling, not stopping to think what it could be capable of, but rather to see just how powerful it can become. Now as the boulder comes tumbling down upon the mountain, crushing everything in its path, it starts to understand it’s true power and laughs manically knowing what it can do. And from here, time and again it leaps into the air and comes crashing down leaving devastation in its wake. But it doesn’t lose speed. It just keeps going, not thinking twice about the chaos it has brought. The speed now is incredible. The mountain now quaking beneath the heaviness of the boulder. Too large to stop and the single most devastating object on the face of the mountain. Nothing stands a chance. Still racing passed trees, larger creatures, some unrecognizable now, to think they flourished before, only their remains can be seen. And yet the boulder has not stopped to think if it should continue, because it thinks it cannot fail and will grow to be the biggest, strongest force to be reckoned with. Then. Then the boulder leaps and bounds into the air, this is the big one it says. It flies through the air now, fully aware of its power, knowing that nothing stands a chance against it. It hurdles towards the ground clearly about to demolish anything beneath and around it for all eyes to see. Surely when it hits, nothing will be left. And it was right. As the boulder comes crashing back towards the earth, it hits. And nothing is left. Shattered remains of what once was this gargantuan monster, lie in pieces, scattered all around and nothing. No movement, no more destruction. No more anything. The boulder had become destructive, even stronger than it itself could deal with. A force to be reckoned with, but it could not withstand its own destructive abilities. What the boulder saw as power and possibilities, ended in nothing. This is Humanity. Humanity as it stands today, like the boulder not realizing its destructive capabilities, we too do not stop to think if we should press on. As the boulder lies at the base of the mountain, only remnants of what once was, we too shall lie at the end of tomorrow, with only shattered memories of what once was the human race.
The American Nightmare
I have to get a job, buy a house, get married, have kids, only to go back to job that I hate, cuz I can’t afford the house, so I’m stuck at work where I can’t see my kids, and now my wife is cheating cuz I’m not there, and now my kids resent me cuz I’m always at work, but I’m always at work cuz now we’re divorced and I have to pay child support, cuz I was never home, always at work, working for someone who didn’t care about me, only my productivity, but I wasn’t producing so I had to work more, and now I’m burnt out, started drinking, overslept for work, now unemployed, and now I’ve lost the house, and I’ve lost the job, cuz I lost my job, now working fast food that expects so much, yet pays so little, not even a minimum wage, but I can’t get overtime, but they want me to pull overtime, cuz we’re short staffed, so I ask for a raise, but after working a year, I get to earn not $9 an hour, oh no, but $9.10 an hour, yippie for me, I can’t wait to spend all my treasures on a bag of chips and a soda for work cuz I can’t afford real nutritious food, I’m behind on rent now, cuz did I forget to mention I’m still paying child support?, oh right there goes my work bonus of $50, that I should be “oh so grateful for,” for it’s not even mine, I’m working to support children I don’t even see anymore, lying here awake trying not to listen to my stomach rumbling out of distress cuz all I had to eat was that outdated hot dog from the corner store, purchased with the dollar I found on the ground, at least I got to keep that, but oh no, food poisoning, and I can’t go to the doctor cuz my employer doesn’t provide insurance, but even if they did, I’d probably have to pay a $50 copay, which now I can’t even afford, I can’t even afford to get sick, do I have sick days boss?, no, of course I don’t, I call in sick, one day, two days, three, and now I can’t afford rent on the first, evicted and now standing on the street asking for money from people I don’t know, but the general consensus calls me lazy cuz I beg for money instead of getting a real job, but a real job won’t hire you cuz you have to have a home address, but it keeps on going, and going, and going on and on and on, but there has to be more to life than this.