The Turtle and the Shark Legend

Strange but true is the story
Of the turtle and the shark-
The instinctive drive of the weak to survive
In the oceanic dark.
Driven and riven by hunger
From abyss to shoal
Sometimes the dark swallows
The sea-turtle whole.
The sly reptilian marine,
Withdraws into the shell
Of his undersea craft,
His leathery head and rapacious claws
Peek out of the hole
Awaiting the arrival of doom.
"Come my love, come to me"
And dance together the night's
Shining mist away into the sunlit horizon.
Forever together, the clutch is now sealed,
Forever and always, separated no longer.

Heavenly Father's Gift

  Absolutely! This is the expression that I make when someone asks where I receive my talents and gifts from? Meaning that my Heavenly Father gave me my gift of writing and if I don't put it to good use, then he'll take it away. We all have our gifts and there are so many different abilities out there. With some people, it's music; they may have a beautiful voice or a way with instruments. Others have mathematical minds and can solve complicated equations such as E=MC^2. Mine is writing and I am very much proud to have obtained  it. Gifts take time to develop, but the important thing is to find what makes you happy and keep working on improving your skills.

FORGIVE MY GUILT

Not always sure what things called sins may be,
But I am sure of one sin I have done.
It occasionally happens on a day to day basis.
The big three told me to repent,
But there was something sweet about it,
Which left me feeling sour in the end.
It's simple and easy to do,
But hard to take in.
I give into it one second and Temptation has already taken over.
Never was I ever caught;
And even from the time when we were young.
Now the finale has come.
Yelling, screaming, biting, scratching,
Fighting for a sweet purification to appear.
It hid in the shadows like a Dark Knight on a steeple.
Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
When its victim approaches, it jumps out;
out towards the face of that reasoning.
Always hungry for perjury,
And covering up till the visible is unseen.
Waiting behind a mask,
Nothing to be told.
No one but an angel in disguise.
Doing the opposite of truth, I'd like to apologize to you,
My mother.
A city-built brain with streetlights and scattered dots.
With so many burdens and fake lies,
Snaking through like a metal chain,
A confession is finally made.
I live by hiding,
While life gives deceit and the feeling has now been caught.
If you ask me why?
I'd plead the fifth until proven guilty,
But for now, please forgive my guilt.

How It Started

  A writing assignment in the fifth grade inspired me to develop my talent of researching and writing about the different subjects of life or things that simply interest me. I continue to explore new ideas and writing styles and I appreciate the power of the written word. I really do hope that what I write will inspire others to follow their dreams and passions, whatever it is that they may be. Someone once asked me, "How do you think words affect people?" It's often been said that the pen is mightier than the sword, and that's very true. You can change the world with words. For example, the Declaration of Independence was just words, and now look what it led to and where we're at. Words have an incredible power for good or for evil; you can encourage or destroy with words.