Sunday Verse

Galatians 5:24 KJV

And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.

Gold

-->         Some may say that a fish has neither woes nor worries. Pets, you may say, have it the best. Though you may be wrong…

SPLASH!!!

         I started to awaken from the blow of hitting the water. It felt as though I fell on the hard, stone cold, sidewalk material you people know as concrete, instead of the soft, clear liquid that I had called home all my life. I looked back at my silky tail to see if it was still there and when did I saw that it was indeed there, along with the unchangeable, defaced, stubborn scars. But there was nothing and no one else. I was not with the others that I had known for so long. I was alone. In a prison that was deserted other than me.

         Like any inmate that I knew, and for your information yes I was in to doghouse for sometime but I would not like to say why because I am not proudest of it. Any way, any good, and I stress GOOD, inmate would know that there is always a way out. So I ran as fast as I could until…

THUMP!

         Bouncing of the glass, I shook it off, and charged again.

Then again, and again. Then once more, because I was only so desperate. I probably hit every spot of transparency on that invisible wall. Finally giving up, I took a nap. I figured that if I slept I could lose the pounding head ache and regain some strength, along with some dignity.

         When I came to I looked around. I saw the baby blue sky, the growing green trees, and the birds. Oh the birds, how I envy them. Then I got up and thought about flying. I thought about trying to fly but soon changed my mind because I remembered Jimmy, rest in peace my good old friend. So I just started swimming around. I think I made about twelve laps around that cell before I just got bored. So I started talking to the rocks that I soon came to know as Rocky.

         “Hello Rocky!”

         “…”

         “How’s the weather down there?”

         “…”

         “Are you shunning me?”

         “…”

         “Me, your only friend in this place! You are shunning ME!”

         “…”

         “Well I hate you too. Now I am shunning you.”

         “…”

         “Starting now.”

         Since Rocky was so obviously ignoring me, I decided to talk to Sherlock, the seaweed.

         “Hi buddy!”

“…”

“Not you too,” …

And so it went on until I was bored with that, so I blew bubbles. Which wasn’t much better. So I slept some more. Then…

SPLASH!!!

         Then there came another. She was the kind of fish that others would want only for her beauty. Her scales shimmered in the gleaming sun and her tail flowed behind her like limp butterfly wings.

“Hello?”

“What? What? What do you want?” I said hiding behind Sherlock. I could not stand the thought of her seeing me with the scars of my past life.

“Where am I”

“A better question is, what is your name?”

“Bonnie, Bonnie the goldfish”

“Clyde, Clyde Goldfish”

“How do you do? And can you tell me where I am?”

“A fishbowl. An ugly, boring, with nothing to do fish bowl. So make yourself at home because we’re gonna be here awhile,” I told her with the most serious face I could put on.

“Well is there a way out?”

“No”

“Not one spot you haven’t tried?”

“No”

“But isn’t there…”

“Stop asking questions!” I yelled. And I mean yelled. It felt like an earthquake because of the vibrations hitting the inside of the bowl.

         It was quiet again.

         Days past and we didn’t speak. I swam circles and she would take a deep breath, then go to the surface to look around. She would talk to herself at times but that was it. One day though, things got strange.

         I soon learned that our “owner” was a scientist, like the ones in the movies that are complete psychos. He studied all different types of things, but recently he was interested in the domesticated goldfish. One day, though, he put a weird tube in our bowl. The tube was connected to a gas tank that said LAUGHING GAS on it. He turned the knob on the tank and started taking notes. I felt a little tired and fell asleep.

         When I woke up I felt dizzy and I could see that Bonnie was bumping repeatedly into the wall. I soon started laughing uncontrollably.

         It turns out the doc put laughing gas in our bowl to see what the effects were on fish. So I was a guinea pig for life.

         We died three days later from what you might say was “laughing to death”. the psycho that killed us is still on he loose and killing more fish like us.  So that was my life. In a fishbowl. I lived with a beauty of gold and did nothing for it.My only hope is that who ever reads thins will do other wise, because when you have something, as I did, you don't want to set them free.

-Clyde Goldfish

A Walk in a Graveyard

    One cold, dark Halloween night, I decided to take a shortcut through the graveyard. I walked along the bent fence all the way to the rusted gate. The grass was dying and the leaves were falling. I stepped in a crunchy pile of brown leaves. There were acorns all over and the branches of the tall trees swayed in the breeze. The full moon and stars were shining brilliantly bright. I suddenly hit something with my foot. I looked to see what it was and saw a small grey headstone in my way. I heard a faint crying sound in the distance. I looked over my left shoulder to see a little old woman standing there holding a bundle of wilted red roses. She had tears running down her face, leaving little watery trails that the others would follow. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as she looked at the grave of a loved one. She was wearing a large brimmed black hat that hid some of her face, but not all. It looked very fancy with it’s small black flowers, white lace, and silver stitching. She placed the bundle and a small glowing lantern on the grave. As I looked away I put my hands in my pockets. I found a small colorful piece of candy and popped it in my mouth. It tasted both sweet and sour. As I rolled it in my mouth I started my journey back home.

Sunday Verse

But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.

BB... NOT THE CREAM

The Boston Bombing was and is still a tragic thing.  I only  that things will get better.

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

Sunday's Verse

Acts 2:38 KJV

Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.

Writing

I sit here writing.
I sit here biting,
At my pancakes of English toffee.
With a left handed cup of coffee.
Oh I sit here writing.

The Little Four Story Cafe

   There I was in the seat by the windowsill, waiting for my beloved. I held roses in my hand and a ring in my pocket. I watched and waited there for two hours, but she still didn't come. I watched the cars pass by. I watched the street bikers and taxis. I watched the sidewalk walkers and joggers alike. The sky was dismal and I was as tense as ever. Still no sign of her. Back then I was a reporter for the New York Times Daily Paper and had fallen in love on the job. She was the love of my life and I wanted to make her mine. But while I was waiting for my chance a strange man walked in. He held his hand in his pocket a funny way. But before I could realize what he was about to do, tragedy struck.

   I was young at the time. Only twenty and with an infant of only three months. I sat there that the small table drinking my coffee and studying for the big exam on next Tuesday. I read over notes and wondered what the square root of 123 was if it even had a square root at all. I was thinking of meeting up with my brother after this when I saw a crazed looking man walking in. He looked as though he had something in his pocket. But before I could get the whole story about this man, tragedy struck.

   It was the eleventh day of September and I was walking in to my favorite café. As I walked in I saw a rag tagged man walking out with his fresh slice of cherry pie to go in front , an ink stained face reporter to my left, and a young mother with her baby and a piping hot cup of coffee to my right. Then as I was walking to the counter, tragedy struck.

   I didn't know what day it was. I had no knowledge of the time. All I knew was that I had a piece of cherry pie in front of me. I had just bought it with a dollar I found on the streets that day. It was the first real thing that I had eaten in about a week. The café I got it from smelled like old perfume that my grandmother would wear. As I was walking out of that tiny little place I looked up and saw smoke.

One in Another

   I stepped in the shoes of another girl. Of a girl that had no shoes to begin with. Of a girl that I didn't know. I didn't know her name, nor did I know her life and what went on in it.
   I looked in a muddy little puddle that was on the side of an old dirt road.
   Of a road that had little patches of grass here and there. And when looking yonder you saw a small town with small people and small things. A small church steeple and a small field of veg that was most certainly not forgotten because it bursted with the bright red, orange, and yellow crops.
  When one looks in a puddle they look for their own face, but in my position I did nothing of the sort. I looked for the face of a girl that I didn't know. I looked for the face that was NOW mine even though I had no idea of what it looked like.
   The face, now mine, had beautiful curly blond hair that was cut short and mud stained. Large sapphire blue eyes looked straight at me. A small dainty nose stuck out of the face and the lips were the color of new roses.

The Priest

   I walked in with a hope. A hope that grew bigger and bigger as I walked in to that old little church. The hope had grown so big that it was swallowing me whole.
   I walked in and touched the velvet curtains that were draped around the door. They were a brilliantly beautiful red that welcomed you immediately.
   I took one more step in that church when the smell of vanilla hit me like a bat to a baseball. It smelled so divine yet it reminded me of my childhood. I took a big whiff and moved on.
   I walked to the place where my father stood every Sunday. Where he preached the Bible and sang the gospel. I remembered sitting in the front pew with my Bible in hand and my mother at my side.
   I walked over to where my father kept the bucket holy water and imagined him bringing it in here.
  Through this whole time I remembered and imagined my father, the priest.

Me?…a writer?

   Have you ever wanted something so bad that you couldn't stand it? When you wanted it so bad that you dreamed of it? Or that it was a secret that you only told yourself and nobody else?
   Well the thing that I want this bad is to be a writer. I want to write so bad but I don't know if I am good enough to sell books. If I did have this as a job it would be like on of thoughs jobs that you love so much that you never really work a day in your life. But like I said, I don't know is I am good enough to do it. So please, if you read this blog and like it then post a comment. And if you think that I could be a real writer then post a comment on this blog telling me so.

Thanks,
Riley Morris

Life...What We Think And What Should Be Known

   In every life there are challenges. There are times when we feel like giving up because we feel as thought we can't take another step forward. At this point we stop and thing about what we have gone through to make it this far. We think about the ups. Downs. And inside outs. We realize that we have gone through worse to get to where we are now. So we hold our head up and keep moving. But we don't look to the stars for our fate, because as William Shakespeare once said "It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."

A Life Time

There he sat at five,

Under the little oak tree,

With his lolly in hand.

There he sat ninety-five,

Under the very old oak tree,

With his pipe in hand.

The Muddy Glass

  If you are the kind of person that thinks of life as a glass half full then I thank you. But if you think that it is half empty then I thank you as well. But there is one more kind of person that makes life what it is. And that is the kind of person that sees it as a muddy glass and to see things clearer you must wash the glass with questions. So you must ask them. And I am not talking about answerable questions. I mean QUESTIONS! The kind of questions that boggle your mind. The kind of questions that you never forget. The kind that you ask yourself everyday. So now I ask you one...
If you were a bubble would you pop?

Umbrella (haiku)

It is colorful,
It keeps the rain off of me,
It's my umbrella.

A Rose (haiku)

So very fragile,
The petals of a rose,
So very grateful.

The Gift of a Nocence

At times in this world we look at things two ways. We either look at as a "God given gift" or as a nocence to society. Now I try to see things as something that could be, if not already, something that could be amazing. But the problem with this is that everyone has their own opinions about things and if they see it as a nocence then that is what is is and you can't change their mind. They see it as this, if you want to fit in then you must dye your wool white if it is not already. Meaning that if you are an odd ball or if you are a black sheep then you must do all you can to be an identical copy of someone who is normal.

Just Plain Sad

   Okay, what is going on? I was on my way home and I heard about a shooting in Connecticut. There were 20 children and 6 adults killed other than the shooter who committed suicide. Is the world going mad? I don't know what to say about any of this. All I can say is that I hope that your child isn't one of the victims and that if they were then  I hope they rest in peace.

for more information:
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/15/nyregion/shooting-reported-at-connecticut-elementary-school.html

Pencil (haiku)

It glides on paper,
Leaving beautifully placed words.
It is my pencil.

Passing the Time

   These days it feels as though time is going by faster and faster. Passing every minute with ease. Every hour feels like a second. You look back at your life and see that a lot has gone by. I  some of it is because we don't slow down. We go through the day thinking of what to do next. We don't take the time to slow down and realize what is going on now. I am also guilty of that so don't go pointing fingers, because you should be poking yourself.

The Thing

There it stood,
In the middle of the room.
With a some what proud grin,
On it's evil face.

There it lay,
On the freshly made bed.
Staring up at the ceiling,
Wonder what to do.

It was not anything I had seen before.
It was not a human being,
But it was a living presence.

The Detective

   The one thing that I know for sure is that there is something missing. Something out of place. I don't know what it is, but I know it's not here. They are small but they're details. Details that could change everything and someone wants to keep us in the dark. So if we find them we will know everything.

Fire (haiku)

I couldn't see you.

Not in the thick, heavy, dark smoke.

Not in the red flames.

A Single Christmas

   Yes, it's that time of year were the Grinch comes out to play some tricks (or is that Jack Frost) and when Santa can take a joy ride on his flying sleigh and not get a speeding ticket. Yup, you said it. It's Christmas. The time when couples  wait in long lines just to stand under the plastic mistletoe. Luckily I am single so I will NOT be joining all of thoughs love birds in the freezing cold. So if there are any fellow single ladies out there I just want you to know that you're not alone this holiday season.

Eraser (haiku)

My muti colored
Rectangular mistake
Magic eraser

The Turkey Song

   Hello, to whoever is reading this. I just want to say happy Thanksgiving to every one. I am one of those people that like to chow down on a home cooked meal. So if you want tell me your favorite Thanksgiving dish and send me a picture of it to me through email.

Apple Pie

   I walk into a bakery and got hit with the sent. It was so strong that I'm surprised I didn't smell it from down the street. I knew what it was the minute I walked in. It was apple pie. It was in my opinion the best pie ever. I just loved the soft sweet and sour apples. Oh and that crispy crust. It made my mouth water just to think about it. So I walked up to the sparkling white marble counter top. The little old lady that lived in the house next to mine came up to the counter. She obviously knew what I wanted the minute I walked in. She handed me a large slice of that magnificent pie and said that it was on the house since I was the first costumer of the day. I strolled over to a seat that was calling my name. I sat right by the window, so I could watch people pass by. I picked up my fork and took a mouthful of the wonderful pie. The apples and the crust were baked to perfection. The spice ratio was marvelous. It was the kind of pie that you could eat all day. So now I sign of with an empty plate. 

The Impossible

It just stood there.

Minding it's own business.

It didn't melt under the hot sun.

It just sat there.

Minding it's own business.

It didn't move an inch from where it was.

It was the impossible.

The most incredible thing ever.

It was the unmeltable ice cube.

Reaching for Rainbows

   I'm being driven into the ground. I try my hardest to go up but it is impossible. Every time I get the chance to breathe, I choke on air because I'm not used to it. I try and try to make it through the day, but when I get home I cry my self to sleep. I don't know what to do. I just don't.
   So I look to the sky and I try. I try so hard to. To just get one single touch. Just one single touch. I look to the sky and reach for rainbows.

I'm not Home yet.

  I walk alone down this cold dark street. My long blond hair waving behind me as I walk into the harsh winds. Most of the street lights are on other than the two that flicker off and on. I wish that I was home in my nice warm bed. I could have been there if it weren't for that dumb bus that made me get of at the city dump for no reason. I just keep walking reminding my self that I was getting closer to my destination with every step. So there you have it. Here is were I am and I hope I'm not here any longer.