Poem: The Dark Sun
Date : NA
To live while others sleep,
Is to think while others dream,
To stand while others lay,
Is to gaze while others are still,
To see your wife resemble the dead,
While she’s simply resting in bed.
To wonder what trust is in another,
To tend to,
Or be unloyal as one takes turns to fall in a slumber.
To digest,
While another hurts of hunger,
To live under the black of a nights sky,
And fall under the days blue.
Which way is true?
The light,
Or the night,
The full of the moon,
Or the high of noon.
To know the day will show you a stranger soon,
Or to live in peace,
Attending the ultimate retrea
Mind Reader: Introduction by AdamPioxkMckinley, literature
Literature
Mind Reader: Introduction
I never realized how alone I truly was until just recently, sometimes I’ll just sit alone wherever I feel like stopping and I’ll just think for hours. It doesn’t matter if it is in mid stride or half way through my homework, my mind just wanders off and I go away to a place that is meant for me. No one can bother me or make fun of me like all other places in the world, all simple worries of the world go away, and I can finally be the person God intended me to be. Just because I live where I do doesn’t mean that I can’t grow up to do what I truly wish to do does it? Or because I’m short, does that mean that
To dream,
A dream,
To bring,
A thought to life,
Changing events of lives,
To proudly say,
“ Indeed, that is mine.”
To dream,
A dream,
To see fiction,
Into fact,
With the act of a decision,
To generously give,
So others may sing.
To dream
A dream,
To write your own play,
No longer,
Leaning on another,
To know,
Your own meaning,
To dream,
A dream,
To look back,
At years gone by,
To see life,
Without the use of your eyes.
Controlling all things,
In and out of your mind.
To live,
And die,
To dream,
A dream
Life Slips: Introduction by AdamPioxkMckinley, literature
Literature
Life Slips: Introduction
Back in the day the thrill for a racer was
to compete for pink slips, the title of his or
her car. Back then they thought they were
putting up everything. What would they do
without their car they had worked
numerous hours on and threw thousands of
dollars in? Once everyone met the best
racer out there, racing for pink slips was
no longer as amusing. One man had won
so many cars he didn’t even have a
place to put all of them. After he would
win the race he would take the car and the
slip from the loser and burn them both. The
pain on their faces were his amusement.
The people who lived there knew the
outcome
He Stands, written by Yours Truly. Adam Mckinley by AdamPioxkMckinley, literature
Literature
He Stands, written by Yours Truly. Adam Mckinley
Poem : He Stands
Date : NA
A long haired man,
Stands inside of holy pants,
His frost bitten hands,
Wrapped around an abandoned can,
This was not the young boys plan,
Looking at all who look away,
Without words or gestures they scream,
Stay away.
On this day,
One man spares,
Some pairs of paper that rule the lands,
The less impressive dressed soul grabs the kind mans hand,
And deeply gives a thank you.
“ Now let God take you home.”
Puzzled,
The giver cant find words to say.
So he gets in his car,
Home is not too far,
He’s seen this homeless man,
Far too often,
But never had today’s powerful urge to
Poem: The Dark Sun
Date : NA
To live while others sleep,
Is to think while others dream,
To stand while others lay,
Is to gaze while others are still,
To see your wife resemble the dead,
While she’s simply resting in bed.
To wonder what trust is in another,
To tend to,
Or be unloyal as one takes turns to fall in a slumber.
To digest,
While another hurts of hunger,
To live under the black of a nights sky,
And fall under the days blue.
Which way is true?
The light,
Or the night,
The full of the moon,
Or the high of noon.
To know the day will show you a stranger soon,
Or to live in peace,
Attending the ultimate retrea
Life Slips: Introduction by AdamPioxkMckinley, literature
Literature
Life Slips: Introduction
Back in the day the thrill for a racer was
to compete for pink slips, the title of his or
her car. Back then they thought they were
putting up everything. What would they do
without their car they had worked
numerous hours on and threw thousands of
dollars in? Once everyone met the best
racer out there, racing for pink slips was
no longer as amusing. One man had won
so many cars he didn’t even have a
place to put all of them. After he would
win the race he would take the car and the
slip from the loser and burn them both. The
pain on their faces were his amusement.
The people who lived there knew the
outcome
He Stands, written by Yours Truly. Adam Mckinley by AdamPioxkMckinley, literature
Literature
He Stands, written by Yours Truly. Adam Mckinley
Poem : He Stands
Date : NA
A long haired man,
Stands inside of holy pants,
His frost bitten hands,
Wrapped around an abandoned can,
This was not the young boys plan,
Looking at all who look away,
Without words or gestures they scream,
Stay away.
On this day,
One man spares,
Some pairs of paper that rule the lands,
The less impressive dressed soul grabs the kind mans hand,
And deeply gives a thank you.
“ Now let God take you home.”
Puzzled,
The giver cant find words to say.
So he gets in his car,
Home is not too far,
He’s seen this homeless man,
Far too often,
But never had today’s powerful urge to
You start from nothing and rise to power.Maybe a increased intellect improves hours.
The world isn't mean for simpletons it is now ours.It will be our reign that this planet will be showered.I started off from the lowers levels.Life wasn't all that great, it needed to get better.
So I hit the books.
Knowledge made me shook.
I became such a smart ass I received the title brilliant crook.
Learning came naturally.
School performance spectacularly.
GPA perfected accurately.
My mind defies reality.
Headed off to college.
Many want my knowledge.
Now which school is willing to polish.
This sword in sheathe.
A man beyond reach.
Never sloppy,, alway
Humans.....
There are points in our life where we get bored.So we try to make the best of what we have.
In the B.C. period we didn't have much.
But now fast forward to the 20 century. We get have movies, radio, sports and clubs.Talk about how quickly we think and change to make our lives better.
Well we might have did more bad than good here.
Look around us all, what do you see?
If you see what we do now, you may call it amazing.
I will admit it is but there's more to it than that.
At 1st we had nothing but nature.
Fast forward some and we have objects we play with.
Go on some more and we have books and sports.
Speed on ahead and we're in the
Those Who Wouldn't Let Go by MetalMermaiden, literature
Literature
Those Who Wouldn't Let Go
There exists a place of total gloom
Filled with neverending dread
A place for those who won't let go
For those who can't forget
Once you step into this world
Your soul is cursed
Your body is defiled
And your mind is at it's worst
Flies swarm around your body
Maggots eat away at your flesh
But you are not dying
You are beyond the grasp of death
And so you scream out in terror
But no one can hear you
You just lie there in misery
Wondering how life can be so cruel
You try to think what you did to deserve
This sickening torture
But all you can feel is the pain
Your thoughts are in disorder
You don't realize you lie
In the realm between life
Who are you to tell me I don't amount to anything
Who are you to tell me I'm talentless
Who are you to tell me I'll never get anywhere in life
Who are you to tell me I'm pointless
I know I'm different
I know I don't belong
I know I'm strange to you
But I don't care at all
You're the same as everyone else
I'm the one who has my own mind
You'll follow them all off a cliff
I'm the one who will survive
You may not see the skills I possess
I may not see them either
But I don't need talent for self-acceptance
I am an observer
I can see through their mind-controlling techniques
Their lies endlessly overlap
I can see them tug at your superficial
24 year old male, born and raised in the great, baked state of Colorado. I grew up farming many fields, driving tractor all day, feeding thousands of livestock. All these things were enjoyable, but when I received a lap top for Christmas on my 17th year of life everything for once felt right. Within the comfort of everything feeling right, I began to write. I couldn't slow down, 23,000 words wrote that christmas night, continued to flow with these fingers into the wee morning. At a certain point I passed out began snoring. The snow outside was pouring, ( snow mostly falls, but it rhymes with snoring ;) so it's coming down. I have to make the hurtful venture outside to feed the animals, -37, once they're all fed I can return to bed and write. I left Colorado because it gets -37, that is too cold for me. I have had snot frozen to my lip. Than you must choose if you are going to break the snot cycle off or let it dry. I don't want to make decisions with such weight. So I traveled the country welding and writing. I enjoy my life very much and I can't wait to share the stories of my characters lives with anyone who is open to reading. My books are for the kids who had a target on their back, the smart ass's, who never tried to be a smart ass. They just couldn't help it. The door was much to wide. The outcasts, the middle children, the black sheep. Those of us who are silently the greatest of them all.
Favourite Visual Artist
Ronnie D Eastin
Favourite Movies
Braveheart, Antwone Fisher, Black Swan, The Patriot
Favourite TV Shows
Watch movies not television shows.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Five Finger Death Punch, Strange Music, Piano Symphonies
Poem: And So
Date: NA
And so,
It moves,
The ocean blue,
The green of the forests leaves,
And so,
It moves,
The dreams of youth,
The thoughts which were not taught,
But caught and brought to consciousness by the light of spirit.
And so,
It moves,
The crowded traffic,
The stars embodied in cars.
He who has come from afar,
To see love blossom and dread its death.
And so,
It moves,
Through the grooves within our flesh.
The liquid which runs red.
Beating our heart,
Treating us,
To another day,
Creating our curse,
Causing our lips to purse,
Causing us,
To cry in hurt.
And so,
It moves,
Around a star,
But for how long
Poem : Hear me
Date : NA
I had an odd conversation today,
With someone who’s been by my side as long as I’ve been alive.
It was early morning,
He told me to face the west.
There is no way to impress one who’s been with you step for step.
He began to speak,
And automatically my cheeks turned the deepest red I’ve never seen.
This,
Is,
What he said.
“ I never thought it would come to this,
I’ve been behind you,
And along your side your entire life,
Out of all the things you’ve done,
Whether they be wrong or right,
I stayed here with you.
I couldn’t leave,
How cou
Poem: Devils Advocate
Date : NA
Close your eyes,
In the darkness,
Expose your desires,
See the flames of temptations fire,
To ignore these wants,
Is to flaunt your snobby nose,
Rejecting any one of them makes you a liar,
Where did they come from?
Is my resistance the reason I live so high strung?
When I give in,
I sing in joy,
Then wake,
In a life of ruins,
My desires destroyed what I built,
The lust is a heavy quilt,
A consuming guilt,
One that will smile while your life’s worth melts,
If you can leave your lust on the shelf,
Fall once or twice in its depths for self satisfaction,
Then leave it be.
Without will,