Rainbows

Author's Note: This piece involves some references to personal faith, even though the topic given was rainbows. I hope you will enjoy this piece, even though you may not share the same beliefs I do. I worked really hard making this piece "flow". Let me know what suggestions you have, because there's always room for improvement!

Genesis and Revelation: the first and the last books in the bible. These books, along with Ezekiel, have made references to rainbows, which are often over looked. Rainbows can be very symbolic. Noah saw a rainbow when he finally was of the ark, while a rainbow was seen (upon an angels head) in a vision, which was recorded as a bible book. Coincidence that rainbows are in the beginning and the "end"? I don't  think so.

In Genesis, there were many promises made to Noah, a man of older age. He was called to build an arc, and take two of every animal with him and his family because God had planned to flood the Earth. After this plan had occurred, a rainbow appeared to Noah. This symbolized a covenant between God and Noah, meaning it's a covenant between God and us. This rainbow symbolized that after the storm, God has promised to never flood, the whole Earth again. In my opinion, that is why rainbows appear after storms: a reminder to us all that the bad is over and a promise is kept.

In the book Revelation, an angel appears with a rainbow surrounding his head, and his feet like pillars of fire. For those of you who are not familiar with the "end" of the bible, you should know that it's basically a revelation of what is to come. I found it extremely thought provoking when I realized that rainbows are in the beginning and the end; this symbolizes a key concept for me.

Ever since discovering the rainbows, in the bible, I have found a new meaning to them. They symbolize a promise, a happy promise. When they appear after storms they promise a better day.

Clocks

Author's Note: This is another writing circle piece, even though it's not finished, I had to post it. Does anybody have any suggestions on what I should do? Maybe have the intro be like a "flash-foward" or something? Let me know.

 

I sit in the room undisturbed, except the clock mocks me with every tick. Tick. What have I done? Tick. I don’t deserve to believe alive. Tick. Are they coming for me? With every tick, my anticipation begins to rise, until I can not take it anymore. I pull the knife, covered with blood, out of my jacket and throw it. The clock no longer ticks, and I hear a knock at the door. It’s the police,  delivering the news I do not want to hear:”Ms. Hollen, you are out of time.”. I have no choice but to follow them, after all I was out of time.

                     

The Hateful Cycle

Author's Note: This piece is a writing circle topic. I haven't really participated in writing circles for a while, so I found it difficult to agree on a topic. But we we all agreed on the topic hate, I brainstormed and brainstormed and then I had an idea. I hope you enjoy this piece :)

Hate. Whenever this word is mentioned, many thoughts come to my mind, although one sticks out above them all: why we hate. “It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things. All things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get”, a quote by Confucius. Hate is bad therefore it's easy to get; love is good therefore it is difficult to achieve: simple logic. An average person will come across the feeling of hate, sometime in their life. And there are many theories of how and why, this event occurs. Is it caused by a feeling of emptiness? Or possibly due to envy? A huge cycle that never ends?

You’re empty inside but not because you starved yourself. You’re empty due to an overwhelming jealousy, that causes you to forget who you are. This jealousy soon will begin to brew into a deep hate, and will grow deeper overtime. But before this emptiness turns into hate, it becomes envy.

Envy. A feeling of discontentment or resentful longing (often for other’s possessions or qualities), in other words a deeper jealousy. If you have three new pairs of shoes, and your friends has six. Your family is struggling financially, meanwhile your aunt takes a big family vacation. Envy lurks: quietly yet it can be extremely harmful when it becomes hate.

Now we are back to the idea of hate. This pattern of brewing hate seems to be continuous, a cycle that never ends. Jealousy turns into envy, and then envy into hate. There is no escape, until we learn to do the difficult: love. Love is stronger than hate, no matter how hard it is at achieve. It will break the cycle. And you will be hate-free.

Playing In Burn

Author's Note: This is another piece I was not comfortable writing. But after some revision and advice from peers, I believe it deserves a spot on my blog. Once again, I was asked to work on "Literacy Devices". In this piece it's mostly metaphors, similes, and personification. Can you find them?

The sun is beating down on me. My already reddened skin, is beginning to scream. Its burn is getting to much to bear. The only thing that can save me, is the whistle shouting the game's end. Until then, I play through the burn, awaiting the whistle and hopefully a win.

Suddenly, I am interrupted from my thoughts, as the ball flies through the air; speeding towards me. I jump up in to the air, to greet the ball, with all my strength. I barley manage to stop the ball in mid-air. The ball drops to the ground. Within the few dribbles I take, I kick the ball down to the other team's goal side: to an open player. My hopes begin to rise, as time passes in a blur of excitement; a goal is scored.

Everyone quickly lines up again. We are ahead 2-1. Coach Cod commands us to play cautiously, to maintain our lead.With two minutes left, the anticipation is beginning to get to me. My burn is on fire and I am trying to remain cool. But due to my distractions a goal is scored; on us. The score is now tied, like our hands because there are only 30 seconds left on the clock.

And to everyone's dismay, the final whistle blows as loud as a cannon shot.We have tied and I am burnt. After skaking hands with the other team, my teammates and I gather. Even though the game is over, I wish it could continue. This burn is becoming to much to handle. I need relief yet all is done.

The Earth Was Good

Author's Note: I usually prefer to away from poetic styles of writing, yet I was inspired to write a meaningful piece dealing with the temptations we all face. I focused on including "Literacy Devices". Let me know if any are noticeable, and if you think I should write more poems. 

The Earth was good,
At least in God's eyes.
Yet the serpent came,
To tempt us,
And make us die.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
At least that's what they say.
But every now and then,
The serpent comes to play.
Convincing and deceiving,
Every age and look
Until
There's self-hate brews among them
And begins to overflow

A husband and a wife,
A bond to strong to break.
They're a promise to each other,
Until
The cheating and the lying become open to all,
And their demons become visible to the big and small

It started out as a simple dislike,
After all she was rich and well off,
Until
The hate overtakes her to such a degree,
She breaks a commandment,
Murder has occured

We love the land, and the seas,
But that's not how it's supposed to be.
As a temporary home,
The world seems better
Although in reality we,
Until
Begin to forget this.
Once again,
Falling in to the serpents trap.

The Earth was good,
In the beginning before we learned to play,
The devils games.
Now we hate,
Cheat, and lie.
Wondering why such a beautiful place,
Can perceive its self as a pleasant hell.