The Innocent Criminal

I’m buried chest high

My arms are tied so I can’t stop the stones that fly

Or hug my children that stand near by

Teary-eyed they watch me die

Tears stream down my face

Every towns member survey me in disgrace

I lower my head but not in shame

Because I’m not the one to blame

I persistently denied the crime

Not even equivalent to a man, my testimony’s cheap

There is no he said she said

Only he said

This crime of passion

A blood lust old as the Koran

From Allah’s book it all began

From Allah book it will all conclude

Like the life we lead

I’m buried chest high

My hands are tied so I can’t stop the stones the fly

The final stone is thrown by own my flesh and blood

The pain didn’t kill me

But the hatred forcibly engraved in his heart

By religious sheep did

I close my eyes and drift away

No more suffering

No more pain

Flames of Protest

So for a change, I’m going to start a fire

A fire that burns deep within my soul

People will come for miles to watch me burn

The sadness of living is more painful than death

But sometimes in order to change the world you must set yourself on

  fire

The Beauty Hidden Behind the Veil of Africa

 

 Africa is a continent composed of many mesmerizing countries

A treat not only for the eyes but for the mind and soul

They fail to display enough to satisfy curiosities
 They just show the rising death toll

 Africa is more than just HIV, AIDs and poverty
It’s the crisp snow covered Mountain Kilimanjaro grazing the sky
 They don’t display the abundance of natures prosperity
 Such as the sun setting over the bonsai
 
 Africa is a beautiful continent, elegant in beauty
Elegant, like the gazelle that effortlessly leaves the pursuing lion in the dust
 The beauty of Africa is constant from Egypt to Djibouti
 The way Africa is displayed is simply unjust

 Africa, My Africa even though we are miles apart
Your hidden beauty will always remain in my mind, soul and heart.

A Short Story is a Photograph

For the short story unit, each student in my class was assigned to select a short story ad present it to each other. The short story I chose was written by Lawrence Block and title A Bad Night for Burglars. The character that stood out as memorable was Mr.Trebizond. Mr.Trebizond was the character in the short story that was being burglarized. He stood out to me for multiple reasons. Firstly, Mr. Trebizond announces to the burglar that he may kill him with his shot gun for the thrill of it. He also states that he would like to experience what it feels like to take away life again. As a reader, I questioned Mr. Trebizond character, is he sane? Has he committed acts of murder previously in his life? If so under what circumstances has Mr.Trebizond committed murder? As a reader the writer did provide me with answers to all my questions, however he did give a faint implication that Mr.Trebizond may have been in the army.

Throughout this short story unit I discovered that writing a short story is considerably challenging. In a lot of situations I know how I would like my short story to begin, but I have difficulties determine what events take place throughout the story and how to end my story. I also experienced several difficulties describing certain events and characters because we were provided with a limit we could not exceed.

I’ve read an abundance of short stories in my life and I discovered that I greatly enjoy short stories that end rather dramatically. I enjoy, cliffhangers, a what-the heck just happened? I read short stories ranging from a variety of plot structures. However I enjoy short stories that have characters that is mysterious. Characters as such keep readers interested because you want to discover more about them and what there capable of. The setting is not of great importance to me as long as the reader describes it well enough for me to envision it in my head.

I struggled a lot writing my short story. However when I finished I was slightly impressed with myself because the beginning of my story and the end if my story made sense. I believe I could improve on my story if I was able to provide readers with the past events that lead to the beginning of my short story. I also believe I could improve my short story by revealing the character of the protagonist more. I still have that issue where I tend to tell my readers rather than show. I need to make effort to resolve that issue.

Autumn’s fire

Warm days are gone

Will you still stand

While the dying flames dance around you

What will you do all alone

What will you do without fire

The wind chills to bone

A bleak cold world without warmth

A world without life