The Final Thoughts of the Last Person To Live (Independant Writing #1)

03:05:2013 – 16:24
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Oceans have dried up and lands have sunk. With the world’s gravitational pull misadjusted, my calendar and watch do not match up at all with Earth. For all I know that this date in time should stay like this for days on end, never changing. It should stay May 3rd for the next 28 days, or at least I think the world thinks it’s May 3rd. I think I would be more positive if I hadn’t just finished the last of my stash, but hell, today is my birthday. But then again, so will tomorrow and the next and the next after that. I think I’ll save this roach for tomorrow’s birthday.
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11:05:2013 – 10:15
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I decided to start reading again. Life is so easy when no one can disagree or get upset with what you’re doing or for not following anyone else’s schedule but your own. I think I would enjoy reading more if I didn’t feel like the moon was mocking me. It follows me all around, like it’s some sort of Apollo and I am his next lover. I think I’ll continue my trend of reading further into Greek mythology.
Also, I plan on visiting my old home to see if I can find any memory of my family. I know that it won’t help that I haven’t seen their faces in years, but trying never hurts, unless the bats are there…
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09:06:2013 – 21:41
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I know I wouldn’t normally do this but… Dear god or gods or goddesses or all of the above for that matter, if you can hear me or if you are watching this at some later time, help me. They tricked me. I walked into the house… I walked right on in, when they swarmed the building. All around me, a great symphony of the most beautiful and horrific sounds I could ever comprehend. If you don’t mind, but I feel like, and I have never before doubted or questioned your choices, that you have made a mistake when it came to human kind. You allowed us to share the same kingdom, phylum, and class with, now, monsters. You let human kind experiment and tamper with your work. You allowed man to create what we thought to be the cure to the world. You allowed man to think that there were no consequences. You allowed man to release the neuro-toxins into the air with the hope that it would work with the world’s satellites. Well you were severely wrong. I’m not saying you haven’t helped me with this, but allowing man to destroy themselves and the world’s magnetic pull in the process? Why? Why would you let this- oh no… (Muffled sounds are heard in the background) They have found me, again. I have to get out of here.
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10:06:2013 – 5:05
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This is it, the end. I understand now. I understand why God let this happen. One word: judgment. He felt that if humans wanted to make something that would be considered against God, to let them. Instead of killing them and letting them go to hell, he allowed them to make they’re own hell and die slowly in it. But I am not like man anymore. I am destined to be with my world’s last and final light, the moon. My only hope is that in my next life I will be an owl in a peaceful world, to live in harmony with the moon. (Something can be seen moving in the background) My name is Nikola Kelevra, this is my legacy…
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It's Lovely, I Say

Like a river it flows
With a single coy, all alone
Although at times
It acts as wild vines overgrown

It's been with you forever
But it's only been a few years with me
Your parents may dislike it
But your friends disagree

Somesay it's average
Somesay it's odd
But I am not some
And I say it's lovely


(this poem is not finished)

My Life, A Clock

Like a universal clock
cogs always moving
my life,
always a constant, always a cycle

always checked to make sure everyone's happy
at arms reach for everyone's convenience
with hands telling where to go
determining how long people have left

I am different to everyone
from small and metal
to tall and wooden,
even plastic and easily replaced

Always moving until
one day my own time runs out
not moving, displeasing everyone
until I am wound up by the ones I love.

Not for Creative Writing...

(The following is in the order of my thought process, and is an allusion to another journal, the original)
But for the greatest purpose to write, for self.
Now don't be confused.
This is not an act of selfishness, just an act of self-pity.
See, I find myself tonight at another crossroads, but not Beelze's crossroads, it's another one of mind.
I look in every direction.
Ahead of me is a path that is enjoyable yet extremely risky.
Behind me, I see treasure beyond belief, but I blew up the bridge to it.
To my left is the saddest, most destructive thing I've ever seen, that always tempts me, but I constantly refuse, or try to refuse rather.
And to my right there is the path of righteousness.
So I take the most unknown of the four.

I wonder where it will lead me.
Will it show me new views on old sights?
Will it answer my sleepless questions?
Will it lead me to happiness?
But most importantly, will I learn my lesson, or anything at that?

I hope, in succeeding in this epihony, that this helps me.
That it helps my kids.
That it helps my wife.

And yet, and yet I am simply a hope...

An Excerp From "Everything But Black and Red"

The will was written many years ago and was stored in a book that the father had written when he was younger (pre-lawyer, pre-child, post-first marriage). The book was hidden in the lawyer’s book shelves. The book was known as “Dumas’ Guide to Playing the Hardest, Most Sinful Game Ever Made; Poker.” His name was Sam U. Dumas and before he decided to start a real life with a family and an actual career, he was wild and in love. Her name was Delilah Connelly and they first met at a casino. She asked him what he was doing in the casino, “Business,” he replied. She asked him what he did for business, “Poker,” he answered. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the nearest table and showed how he worked. He made two million dollars and a woman to fall in love with him that night. With that money they spent the greatest night of their lives, all ending with a wedding.