choice of rose

yes, its 911 how can I help u?

I dunno where to start ma'am. Its hysteric down here. Seems like hostage situation. Need your assistance immediately.

Address?

Phoenix avenue 5. 69th street.

Ok. Help is on the way. You are?

Shane. Bron Shane. I work here at the bakery just across the street.

You need to tell me what has happened?

I never knew how? But at the moment, its a school bus in which i can see students, probably from elementary school. There are screams all around me. People panicking.There is a man in the bus. He's veiled his face, holdin a rifle, if I am not wrong. an- OH MY GOD. SOMEONE IS SHOT SOMEONE IS SHOT. THERE IS BLOOD. I THINK ITS THE BUS DRIVER. I GOTTA GO.

(hangs up)

A frantic crowds gathered surrounding the yellow school bus, some murmuring with anxiety while others gasping in horror. Their stricken face tells the story. In the bus, a man resting his head on the steering wheel which was washed with blood that oozed out of his head. a clean shot! someone in the crowd babbled. There is only one of them in the bus who is in control. Every now and then, he would grab one of his young hostage by the collar and hold the kid against the window while pointing his rifle at the kiddo's head. Everytime that happens, the crowd outside yells desperately and fearfully to try prevent him from blowing off the kiddo.

The police arrived shortly. The tension is growing. It is almost unbearable for the parents who stand among the crowd helplessly, watching their loved ones locked in a bus. Seeing their dear ones stare through them in awed fascination, making them feel guilty for not doing anything.

warming up

You know if han dynasity never existed, i would have known how to start off this sentence with.

I am no pro. no analyst. no critic. no author. no shit you can assume me tryin' to be. i am what i am, trying what i want to be. I hold no boundary i am parallel to none. I gush out juicy passion. deliver it like a DHL.

writing is a fantastic thing. everyone should write. even if no clues.

no plot. no history. no fancy. no prose. no holds bar.

try impressing yourself.

after hours

drunk? cool.

wow.hey, wats up. lost?

dude! what?

yeah!

thats rite, punk!

damn, how come. we.hav.

spins nvm losers!

jus fkin spin.....

free flow! flowing slipper slapped like slammer...

rock bottom...wat??? haha i get it.

sizzle sizzle woooo! style now

sip in n' out. town.night.booze.hangover.

no control. emotion? please no.

high now jus too high now hahaha u sly. wat now.

opps its pumpin' like jus #$@#$.

dizzy?? its ok. we jus chilling.

worries?? nah!

past? forgotten.

future? redundant.

present? haha thats rite u noe wat i m talkin abt.

let the music. zick ek ek ek

twist muse amuse fuse ya!

dark!? u r probably out.

supermarket

Our world, a supermarket.

Where we trade children,

for money's sake.

Where we sell women,

gamble a bet.

where we hack thousands trees,

to earn a little profit.

Where we dance all night,

n' kill brothers in a fight.

Where we break up,

just because enough is not enough.

Where corrupt ideas gets stuck up in our heads,

we say fuck them, they are driving us mad.

man, when we gonna wake up?

make amends to the nature we tore apart.

man, when we gonna learn?

and stop foolin' ourselves into thinking that this is all part of the fun.

man, when we find peace?

when our loved ones are swept away by breeze?

man, when we see hope?

when our lives feel so empty that we hang ourselves on a rope?

why does it always have to be?

that we keep locking ourselves in a prison of false sea.

Thinking that we found truth,

but actually we're struck by reality.

why can't just this be,

that we value chastity?

why can't just this be,

that we cry out fraternity,

over blind freedom

which is actually a shadow of boredom?

Our world, does not have to be a supermarket,

if we just to step out and try our best.

confidence...

....is what i lack because i always confuse confidence with arrogance.

Because i do not want my humility and modesty to be doubted.

Because i fear rejection. Because rejection hurts.

because i fear conflict. Because conflict preaches hatred.

because i fear envy.Because envy escalates to jealousy.

because i fear failure. Because failure means boo-ed.

because i fear broken promises. Because broken promises disappoint.

because i fear guilt. Because guilt invites regret.

But confidence is what I need.

Because confidence guards success.

Because confidence bring about firmness.

Because confidence make believe.

Because confidence fuels determination.

Because confidence transcends boundaries of pessimism.

....Because confidence is admired by reality.