WrathA primal scream erupts from my throat,
"Red, red, all I see is red!
Red is the color of my blood soaked hands!
Red is the color of water that flows into the ground!
Red is the color seeping from bodies that shall never again utter a sound!"
I scream and scream and rage but never do I utter a word.
I fight and I fight and I smash my fists into the ground.
I keep raging even as my bones break.
I keep going even though I have no heart rate.
Bomb me, shoot me, stab me, it doesn't matter, because I live and can't die.
I am still the rage inside.
I make men see red,
Their eyes are blinded with red and the whole world is covered in the blood of men.
Hatred, agony, pain, all these things are me and I will never put you out of your misery.
My Life is Like a BoatAfter eighteen years I still don't know why I'm here.
I don't know where I'm heading or what I'm looking for.
My life is like a boat that is constantly searching for the shore.
I don't know why trees in the dead of night make me smile or why ice cold rain is what makes me feel alive inside.
I guess the problem is that I don't know who I am.
I don't know what is me.
Is the laughing man who I am or is it the silent one me?
I don't know which one is real and which one isn't meant to be.
I don't know why I love chocolate or why the sound of rain kissing the ground makes me laugh out loud.
I ask myself,
Why does the star light make me happy?
Why is it that when I look at the sky I just want to take wing and fly.
I don't know because I just don't know me.
Is just knowing someone's name knowing that person because that is all I know of me.
I don't know who I am, where I'm going or what I'm looking for.
I close my eyes and when I open them I realize that this whole time I've been blind.
Israeli-Hezbollah ConflictI am taking a quick break from my creative writing to comment about the current situation in the Middle East. Specifically I would like to talk about the conflict between Israel and Hezbollah. I am an American Jew so I admit I am not the most unbiased observer but I would still like to present my thoughts on the situation. To start I firmly support Israel's right to defend itself against its enemies. I hate war, I hate violence, I hate it when people have to die but I believe there are situations where you are forced to violence and this is one of those situations. I am a first degree black belt in Cheezic Tang Soo Do so I am very capable in defending myself. However, in my training we are taught that whenever it is possible to get away without endangering yourself you should flee. This concept applies to Israel as well. For six years they patiently endured the occasional rocket attacks from Hezbollah and tried to resolve the situation without resorting to violence. However, Hezbollah'
Sea GlassPerfection is something we as human beings can never achieve,
But I still try to become as good as I can be.
I'm like the glass washed up from the sea.
We are both scratched and chipped and marred;
Tossed by waves of discontent and thrown by ill-tempered winds.
Our troubles are like the waves in the sea,
We are wounded but not broken.
My troubles smoothes away my imperfections;
Just like the glass from the sea.
Symphony for Night VI MovementSixth Movement
Sixth months have passed and he has not stirred.
He has not moved or uttered a word.
I come here every day hoping, pleading that things have changed.
I hope the sun shines brighter,
I hope the wind is softer,
And I hope my prayers have been answered.
Yet day after day he stays the same.
The world has turned its back to him and he has been alone with no one to comfort him.
For six months they abandoned and judged him,
And cast him guilty.
Who are you to judge this man?
Who are you to condemn this man?
Where were you when the Earth was formed?
Where were you when the stars first gave light?
No, this meeting is not adjourned.
Do not look away from my sight!
You shall answer me tonight.
Do you cause the sun to rise?
Could you tell me the depth of the Sea?
The height of the Sky?
Could you slay the mighty Behemoth who Shaddai alone can kill?
Can you catch Leviathan, the Lord of the Seas?
Do possess a hook that can pierce him, a line that can support him, and a net that can cat
GravityMaybe the rain will cease to follow.
Maybe the sadness will leave.
Maybe my love will finally find me,
And free me from gravity.
Our love grows wings and defies rationality.
We fly together to paradise.
Together every dream we have is reality.
MiseryAgony a flame that burns my chest.
Unbearable sorrow, nothing is inside.
What is more painful than a void?
Being alive when feeling nothing.
StarfireSilver-fire rains from the sky,
Dancing in patterns that catch the eye,
Enchanting the body and the mind,
A night when the stars shine bright.