There lived an old man who had nothing in his life apart from his little blanket, the clothes he wore, and a flask of water. One day he found a little pile of wood and a penknife on top. He decided to spend the rest of that day creating something. Late at night he looked at his creation; a bald, naked puppet girl. He went to sleep and did not wake up the next morning.
The puppet was kicked around by passing people who were too busy to care. She soon ended up in the trash can. Suddenly she sprang to life. As she got out of the trash, strings started to attach to her arms, legs, and head from above. They guided her through her journey. She wanted to be like her creator; to give birth to something after she dies. She soon found a seed and preserved it throughout her life.
Years passed and the strings started to fade as she became more and more independent. One morning she went to the fields like usual and buried her seed. After she did so she fell to the ground into a pile of wood once again.
She saw her creator walking towards her, and together they stepped into the Light. She had no fear, the only thing that crossed her mind was that Everything Happens For A Reason.
I wrote this when I was much younger. I modified it a little, as it was too plain. (I just love to read things I have forgotten about) XD
When I was Younger (maybe about 11 y.o.) I had written my first Poem. It was (still is) my favourite. Lately I have read it again and wanted to share it.
In the dark misty cold night
A girl crept towards her house
With difficulty on her way.
She had plenty of knowledge
In her hands, she tried to
Use it, but never managed.
Some years after these
Painful but worriless moments,
She was in a beautiful
Painless, sunny, bright
Road with so much
Knowledge in her head,
But it was only her dream,
Her goal,
She was once again
In the dark misty cold night.
I wrote another one today about the girl. She’s still in my head, She’s always in my head; her long black hair, and her white face. She never gives up and keeps trying to go to her house.
In the Dark Misty Cold Night
The girl crept towards her house once again
In the middle of the road,
As She noticed someone watching Her in the shadows to her sides.
Walking across the soil was a little Red Palm Weavel. It longed to find its place in a world full of space. Its journey was long and its Hope was strong. In a distance the beetle saw its dream but at the other end there was its mate. Confused and indecisive the beetle did not know whether to choose the tree or the fellow beetle.
It turned and crawled towards its mate. Happiness was found, and did not regret her decision. They both spent their time together and shared all they had; their secrets, their bodies. They crawled together and traveled to many trees. This was more than the beetle could ever want. They had there young.
Out of nowhere came their destruction. The other beetle ran away and left her alone. Man moved in the beetles private home dragging her away to never see her young again. It was then that she understood, it is not what you achieve and gain but simply your experiences and memories that count, and the way they change you.
The little Red Palm Weavel escaped from the clutches of their hands and flew off to a far away land. The memories hurt, but it was simply to make her who she was.
The wind brushed through my hair, carressing my Soul, with it carrying all its secrets. It took them all back but left a little note inside my Soul.
“Someone is reaching out to You”
As I heard this little voice within me I wondered what it meant. Couldn’t I have gotten a clear message? There is always a Reason and this is no exception. The message is simple but I might be overlooking it. Maybe it was not meant for me… maybe I’m simply a messenger sending it out to You. Who knows?
Maybe someone out there is calling me to find them; somebody I know? somebody I don’t? But maybe it is my soul calling out to realize my goal. Is it a call for help?
So many questions with no answers, yet I know that I would not be given a message if I could not handle it. The truth will be out… it always comes out, like the wind that has no origin but comes out anyway.
In the beginning there was Nothing but void. No sound, No sight, No Sense of anything. Can You imagine the feeling of Nothingness?
Until the spark came along. Out of nothing something was created; a flame in the middle of the void. What was its function in this void? It suddenly crackled spitting out a red dragonfly. The dragonfly zoomed across the space but could not find a place.
The flame crackled once more spitting out a Bright White Cat. The cat walked through the space but did not find a place. She rested in the void and the Dragonfly rested on her head.
The flame crackled for the third time spitting out a Young Handsome Man. The man walked through the space but did not find a place. He rested while patting the cat on his lap and looking at the dragonfly zoom around them.
If time existed in this void, one would say Days passed until the Man tried to close his hand around the flame out of Boredom. The flame became hotter and bigger, the man put his hands down and part of the flame surrounded him, the cat, and the dragonfly. The other half of the flame exploded creating many different rocks and forms of Light. Yet The Man, the Cat, and the Dragonfly were unharmed. The fire swallowed them away from that space and spat them out once again in a Place; Earth.
The Cat found others like her, and so did the dragonfly. Though the Man had to walk miles and miles, with a feeling he did not have in the void; Hunger.
He found a tree with red items hanging from it. It was so Beautiful that he pulled it off and took a bite from it, he felt it satisfied a part of his hunger, though that was not the only thing it gave him; he was given knowledge.
He decided to go back and found the Cat and Dragonfly still together. He found a cave and lived Peacefully with the Cats and Dragonflies.
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