Peace

" <Then let's put an end to the killing!> I cried. <Your side, my side. The Animorphs will be here soon. They've seen me. There will be a battle. Some of those Controllers down there on the ground will die! Some of my friends may die! Karen may die! You may die! For what? For what?>

She laughed bitterly. <You think we can make peace between human and Yeerk and Andalite? Don't be stupid.>

<No, I don't think we can make peace between all humans and all Yeerks and all Andalites. But you and I can have peace. One Yeerk, one human.>

Aftran said nothing. But I could hear echoes of her thought. Back to the Yeerk pool. To hide among the other Yeerks. To try and disappear in the mass of slugs. To leave her host and never return.

Never to see again. Never to see blue, green, red. Never again to see the sun. Any sun.

Why? So some little human girl with green eyes could be free? "

from Animorphs

 

I'm through.

Daddy
by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. 12 October 1962

Hijab Awarness day

I have had a change of heart towards st.cloud mostly thanks to my friend Kristina, St.cloud is full of kind open minded people ..and sadly i let a few closed minded people cloud my vision of everyone else
we had Hijab Awareness day and i was flabbergasted my the shear amount of people who showed up and participated
thank you st.cloud students

childhood demons

the lost boys and girls...(trapped in neverland)

I guess childhood demons never die

They just weigh down on your soul for so long

That you start to no longer feel their weight

Except when you stumble and fall

After trying to fly

I guess young tears never dry

but merge into your very being

Your face becomes unrecognizable without their marks

And one day someone tries to dry their stains

And you slap their hand away

I guess wounds in young flesh never heal

Only infect, fill with green bitter pus

Ooze out anger and mistrust

And one day become gangrenous

And the doctor recommends amputation of the heart

I guess childhood screams never die down

But become part of the background sound

And you come to fear silence

And one day when silence comes

So strange so unaccustomed that YOU start to scream

I know childhood never ends

We just become older versions of our scared wounded selves

Fumbling through a cruel world

Praying hoping we will one day grow up

And make sense of it all..
by me

Malek Jandali Freedom Qashoush Symphony مالك جندلي حرية سيمفونية القاشوش

thoughts after MSA meeting

I am so tired...
if all groups like the MSA do is argue whats the point?
I just want o say one thing... If you truly believe in your cause you will stop arguing and start working.
If you just want to prove that you are right and everyone else is wrong you will stop working and start arguing
simple as that

Barbra Walters

barbra walters, u sat there and let him giggle...
people are dieing, That was NOT okay