The School

I take a deep breath as I load my shotgun.
Can I really do this? I think to myself.
Screw it. There’s no point waiting. The inevitable will only come quicker.
My heart is racing as I make my way towards the school. Doubt fills my heart with fear.
Come on. Pull yourself together. You’ve come too far to turn back now.
I put my thoughts behind me and enter the school. It seems deserted, save for the sound of crying.
I freeze in fear. This is going to be a very difficult thing to do alone.
I make my way up the flights of stairs towards the source of the sobbing. What I see before me freezes me in my tracks. I take a deep breath. I know what I must do, and it won’t be pretty.
I take another deep breath before I unleash a volly of shells upon the Witch.
She charges at me, screaming. I back up in fear, but I run into a wall. The last thing I see is the Witch screaming over me, before the screen fades into darkness.

Entanglement

I have tangled too much with
That which is dangerous.
That which is full of traps.
I have fallen into the trap
My flailing inflicting more wounds upon myself
Upon my character
My honour.
I want to escape this trap
But alas,
My enemy keeps me tangled amongst the wire.
My enemy, whom I love and hate.
Myself.

Goodbye

I see how far I’ve fallen
From my perch atop the tree.
I  beg for your forgiveness
But there is none for me.

I have lost my values
You have lost your amity
To regain your countenance
Would be a great joy to me.

You hate me for the pain I have caused you
I wish to atone for it
But alas, you do not want it.
You only want me out of your life.

Goodbye, my friend.

The Wealth of Presentations

Wealth lies before me
As I write my useless thoughts
The wealth is unobtainable
Save for useless connections with other useless things

The time glares at me
Commanding me to sleep
But I must not rest
Until my presentation on the Merchant of Venice
Is finally complete.

Terrible poem, I know. Fits with my terrible state of mind caused by fatigue (c’mon it’s 2:23am).

My IOP’s today. I hope I don’t do too badly.

The Minefield

I ran out into the minefield
Not heeding the cry of those behind me
At the first step I heard a click
I knew then what would befall me.

I stepped out on the minefield
Not heeding the signs posted
But when the world went black
I knew what befell me.

I navigated the minefield
With a safe path in mind
But I veered off course
And I once again lay in pain.

I sit back
Watching the others comb their way through the field of Death
Praying that they do not share my fate
With all the being I have left.

Thinking about it, I think this would be better titled “The Minesweeper” or “Memoirs of a Minesweeper,” but I’m not going to change it because what’s posted is posted.

The Hero’s Journey

Peace has finally come:
The fight is over.
My recovery is complete;
I am finally free.

The wind beckons to me
And I spread my wings,
Ready to ride it once more
Wherever it might take me.

I look upon the barren wasteland,
Looking for food,
Looking for water.
But I find nothing but a small oasis,
Amongst the rubble.

I shall later resume my search
For the rumoured paradise.
But for now,
I shall enjoy this little oasis
Until the wind beckons to me
Once again.

I actually meant to post this a few months ago, but I never got around to giving it a title and I forgot about it.

The Fire

The flames burned bright
Seemingly inextinguishable
Until a swift gust of wind
Took hostage the flickering warmth

The ashes are damp
And there is no tinder
To rekindle
What was once there.

I draw near to the ashes
Desiring to feel the old heat
The flame;
But all I receive
Is a cold, unwelcoming voice uttering,
“Go away.”

Work, work, and more work. I’ll feel much better after this month ends. Now to write another 1000 words of BS for English.

Just like old times

The decision is final
It shall not be altered
Ties have been severed,
Hearts have been broken,
But hope blurs the vision
Of the weaker one.

Seven days are given
Before the year of banishment
The final conversations are reminiscent
Of the past
Of times past.

One hopes
Baseless hopes
But after the year has passed,
He will strive to acheive those hopes
To reclaim what has been lost
To once again be able to call her
A friend,
Just like old times.

Poetry is best written when you’ve recovered enough from the traumatic event to at least be coherent and be able to write without just making a mess on the page 🙂

What I’m most annoyed about is the fact that I barely got any work done this long weekend. Good game everyone! -drowns under pile of work-

EE, CCC, and Waveforms. Oh, and the strike.

The CCC was rather easy, except for the last problem (ended up just listing a few possible answers :P). Go here for my answers: http://pastebin.com/G3vSeK1i

I handed in my EE proposal last Friday. The day before, I was thinking about what I should do it on, and I settled for something on electromagnetic radiation and how humidity affects it. I doubt it’ll be good enough, now that I think of it.

Something I’ve gotten interested in making lately is chiptunes. I downloaded LSDJ and was playing with it, and now I want to do this anywhere, so I’m getting a flash cart so that I can play with it (http://bit.ly/eERf55). All I need now is a broken GBA SP (model number AGS-001) with a working frontlight and a triwing screwdriver to mod my GBC to have an illuminated screen (or just use a working GBA SP to write music on; that’ll work too). I hope I can get something done soon. While I was creating chiptunes I never bothered to play with custom waveforms much. I don’t have much time to experiment. If you wish to hear my (crappy) creations you can see them here:

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/7351910/chiptunes/asdf.mp3

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/7351910/chiptunes/chiptunetest.mp3

And if you wish to listen to Deliverance by Matt Gray without having to mess with SID files (totally unrelated)…

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/7351910/chiptunes/Deliverance.wav

http://www.hvsc.c64.org/ – The HVSC

As for the teachers’ strike, I’ve been reading about the arguments for both sides, and it seems that neither of them (the BCTF and the provincial government) are trying to fix the problem. The BC government wants to stick to net zero wage increase, along with taking concessions away from the teachers (with Bill 22), while the teachers want to keep the concessions along with a 15% wage hike. The 15% wage hike is impossible with the current economic state of the province, but neither side seems to be in a negotiating mood. They have been yelling at each other for what they want, but this does not allow for mediation to take place. The government has resorted to introducing Bill 22, which reverses a bunch of concessions, and at the same time imposing restrictions on teachers. The mediator is resorted to being a puppet without any hope of coming to a fair settlement for both sides. In reaction to this, the teachers decided to go on strike for 3 days, which starting today, but this does not help to fix the problem. The actions of both parties is not going to accomplish anything, other than resulting in the government legislating the teachers back to work, angry and dissatisfied.

Just my (rather disorganized) two cents.

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