Journal Entry One of Trent Caner

This day has been more mad than any I've experienced in the last two days. I woke up this morning to find that my alarm clock had been broken in the night. I am quite curious as to how this happened. I have my theories. Theory number one: my sister snuck in during the night and pistol whipped it with my dad's gun. Problems with theory number one: I don't have a sister. Theory number two: I was sleep walking again and I grabbed the alarm and head butted it repeatedly. Problems with theory number two: no foreseeable problems with theory number two. Theory number three: same as theory number two, but I was wearing a helmet. I believe theory number three to be the most accurate for I do sleep with a helmet on. Anyways, I woke up at 11:12. This made me extremely angry for not only did I oversleep, but I missed my chance to make a wish for it to be earlier in the day. I feel that all of today's problems could have been solved by that wish, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Being that it was Thursday, I suppose I should have been at school by that time. However, being that it was already past 11, I probably didn't have to go. Also, it was a Teacher work day, so everything in this paragraph before this sentence is irrelevant. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m not sure why I wanted to get up so early anyway.

Regardless, I got out of bed to face the day. I came downstairs to find that my clothes had been strewn all over the living room. I’m not sure, but I think the broken alarm clock and this particular ordeal of mayhem were related. I proceeded to pick up the loose articles of clothing when I realized that these weren’t my clothes at all. This wasn’t even my house! Well believe you me, I was completely freaked out. Not only had the strange turn of events left the alarm clock broken and someone’s clothes strewn, but it had also placed me in another person’s house. Yes, I was quite disturbed, but then a sudden rush of peace came over me as I realized that it wasn’t my alarm clock that I had busted. Why, it was somebody else’s. It makes me feel so good when I think that I’ve done something really bad to one of my possessions and then realize that it’s not my possession at all, but that of another’s.

Well, let me tell you, journal, I got out of that house QUICK. Ain’t no way I was going to get caught dead in that thing. It was about that time that I lit the whole house on fire. Not really, but hot dog, what if I had? That would have shown ‘em. I’m not sure who the ‘em is here but that doesn’t really matter. Any time I do something demonstrative, I like to follow it up with a “that’ll show ‘em.” It makes me feel mighty.

Upon arriving outside, I noticed that I was surrounded by a band of neighborhood cats. They stared at me in awe as if I was their superior power in charge. I yelled, “At ease, men.” They replied with a resounding meow. I looked each of them in the eyes and I made this speech: “Dear cats of Crater Valley, hear my words. A disturbance has arisen and placed me in this unfamiliar house. I do not know who or what was involved, but I fear some powerful evil is at work here. See to it that every house in the 55555* zip code is searched. Leave no rock unturned, but please turn them back when you are done. There’s no sense in leaving rocks turned. If you do, why then the next time something bad happens, there’ll be nothing left to not leave unturned. For, my fellow cats, rocks are always the only things to not to be left unturned when searching for something. Remember this. Now, GO!”

The cats dispersed and I made my way home. That’s when the asteroid hit. It was approximately 30 feet away from me. I fell from the mighty blast. Smoke rose into the air from where it had hit. I slowly rose to my feet. I looked to my right and then to my left and then to my right again and I looked again to my left and then to my left again to fake out anybody that happened to be spying on me. I never did look back to my right. Looking back on it, perhaps I should have, but there were bigger fish to fry. I’m speaking of the sturgeons in Bass Falls Lake. Good heavens are they some big fish.

I slowly crept along the asphalt to where the heavenly object had landed. I peered over the edge of the hole. There it was. An asteroid cracked completely open to reveal a treasure inside. It was a mirror. Alongside the mirror was an instruction booklet. I reached in, retrieved the booklet, and I read: “Here is the ancient Mirror of Anctose. Look into its face and make your wish.” Not one to disobey instructions, I grabbed hold of the mirror and looked into its face. I proclaimed, “Ancient mirror of Anctose, grant me my wish. I wish for wisdom in making my wish upon this mirror.” After I said this, the mirror disappeared from my hands and I knew my wish had been granted. Believe you me, if an asteroid ever drops near me again and has the Mirror of Anctose inside, I’ll be ready to make a darn good wish.

I made my way down the street and found my home. I walked inside and I sat at the table. I sat there for nine hours pondering the proceedings of that morning. Soon enough, the cats all came in with news of impending doom. If only I could speak cat, I would have known what they were saying. But as it stands, I cannot. So I shot them all and went to my room. Just kidding about that. I actually went into the living room. And there I sat. I turned on the television and found out there was breaking news at 10. I replied “I’ll break your news at ten!” I turned the TV off.

Now, here I am about to go to sleep on my own bed. What a day. I just hope everything turns out alright. I also hope to catch one of them big sturgeons. Boy howdy. Sturgeons.

*Zip code was changed to protect the cats. Given the way things turned out, I'm not sure why.

Carlos

There once was a fish that was Carlos.

He never saw Maine or Barbados.

But happy was he

And miss him will she.

Goodbye to the fish that was Carlos. 

Unwritten Rules

“Unwritten Rules”

 

 

Scene I (Library)

 

Johnny: (Singing loudly) Anchors away my boy! Anchors away!

 

Jane: Shhhhh.

 

Johnny: Uhm… excuse me?

 

Jane: What’s wrong with you? This is a library.

 

Johnny: What’s your point?

 

Jane: You’re supposed to be quiet in a library. People are trying to study.

 

Johnny: Uhhh… no they’re not.

 

Jane: Yes… they are.

 

Johnny: How many people do you see in here studying?

 

Jane: (looking aroung)(sigh) Look… even so, this is a library and you’re supposed to be quiet.

 

Johnny: Who said?

 

Jane: Everybody knows that. It’s the unwritten rule of libraries.

 

Johnny: I don’t give very much credence to unwritten rules. If they were that important, someone would write them down. In fact, I don’t give much credence to anything that has the prefix “un-“ in it.

 

Jane: …what are you talking about?

 

Johnny: Think about it. Is there anything that is good that has the prefix “un-“ in its name? Unintelligent, unfavorable, unworthy, unhappy, unfaithful.

 

Jane: What about unbroken?

 

Johnny: Well, let’s think about that word for a second. The word “unbroken” comes from three words: un, bro, and ken. In other words, Ken is not your brother. How do you think that makes Ken feel?

 

Jane: What are you talking about?

 

 

Johnny: I’m talking about the Kens of this world that everyday undergo oppression. People keep telling them, “Ken, you’re not my brother.” And they do it under the guise of the word “unbroken.” It’s completely unfair. Therefore, unbroken is a bad word; I’m not going to treat Ken that way. Ken is my brother and I will not accept your world view where every Ken is brotherless. I will not stand for it. What’s wrong with you anyway? I mean, would you like it if people kept saying “unsisjane?”

 

Jane: Unsisjane is not a word.

 

Johnny: You’re right and you’re very lucky it’s not.

 

Jane: (Rolls eyes) Look, how would you feel if you went to a library to read and there was someone singing very loudly?

 

Johnny: First of all, I would never go to a library to read. Second, I would probably join right in with the song.

 

Jane: Well some people do come to the library to read, and you should respect that.

 

Johnny: You’re just jealous.

 

Jane: …Excuse me?

 

Johnny: You heard me. (pause) You’re jealous.

 

Jane: Why on this beautiful, green earth would I be jealous. What do I have to be jealous of?

 

Johnny: Jane, I’ve known you for a while. You come in here, you sit at that table, and you read. And that’s it. But all the while, deep down inside… there’s something stirring.

 

Jane: Something stirring?

 

Johnny: (whispering) Yes… it’s small… very small. It’s deep down inside. It moves inside of you. It wants to be released, but you’re too stubborn to let it go. It’s a song. A familiar song that rings in your heart. For all these years, part of you has wanted it to make its appearance. You’re afraid of what will happen if you do. But still, you can’t escape it… It’s a soft song…. A peaceful song… a soothing song….

 

Jane: (Losing herself, she’s slightly captivated) What… song is it?

 

Johnny: (Slowly leans into her ear and then) ANCHORS AWAY MY BOY! ANCH…

 

Jane: (Shouts) That is enough!

 

Johnny: I think you just broke your unwritten rule.

 

Jane: Ugh! (She walks away)

 

 

 

Scene II (Class Room) (It has just been announced that Johnny and Jane are lab partners)

 

Johnny: Well-heh-ell. Look who’s my lab partner.

 

Jane: If you think I’m enjoying this, you’re wrong.

 

Johnny: Why, what ever you do mean?

 

Jane: You are the most obnoxious person I have ever met.

 

Johnny: Me!? Obnoxious!? Isn’t that Spider-man calling Arachnid-man stupid?

 

Jane: There’s no such thing as Arachnid-man.

 

Johnny: There’s no Arachnid-man? That’s like saying there’s no Santa Claus!

 

Jane: I don’t believe in Santa Claus and I certainly don’t believe in Arachnid-man.

 

Johnny: Every time someone says, “I don’t believe in Arachnid-man,” an Arachnid-man dies.

 

Jane: What are you talking about!?

 

Johnny: I’m just trying to get my point across.

 

Jane: And what point is that?

 

Johnny: That you, madam, are more obnoxious than myself.

 

Jane: How can you say that?

 

Johnny: Well, when I was a baby, my parents would talk around me. When I was about two years old, I started saying small words myself like “mom” and “yes.” Now I can say things like, “You, madam, are more obnoxious than myself.” That’s how I can say that. It has a lot to do with the tongue.

 

Jane: At least I don’t go around singing in libraries.

 

Johnny: At least I don’t go around not believing in Arachnid-men.

 

Jane: (Rolls eyes) Listen, neither one of us is happy, so let’s just do our assignment and get this over with.

 

Johnny: I’m as happy as they come.

 

Jane: Well I am not.

 

Johnny: I’m not so sure.

 

Jane: (Gives a glare) OK. Question one says, “How many aortic arches does an earthworm have?”

 

Johnny: Five.

 

Jane: Why do you say that?

 

Johnny: Am I right?

 

Jane: Yes.

 

Johnny: Then why does it matter why I said it. I’m right, so we can move on.

 

Jane: You can’t just guess; you need to look up the answer so that you know you are right.

 

Johnny: When I’m 35 years old and have 3 kids, is it really going to matter if I know that an earthworm has five Arabic arches.

 

Jane: Aortic.

 

Johnny: What?

 

Jane: What do you want to do with your life?

 

Johnny: If you must know, I’m gonna go to college; get a degree. Get married. Get a job doing something important.

 

Jane: Well, if you want to do those things, you have to start by looking in your book and making sure that earthworms have five hearts. Don’t just take my word for it.

 

Johnny: I’ll work when I get to college.

 

Jane: You’re never going to work and you’re not going to get into college.

 

Johnny: Excuse me?

 

Jane: You heard me. You’re a slacker and you’ll always be one.

 

Johnny: I could make straight A’s if I wanted to. I just choose to have a social life.

 

Jane: You choose to be stupid.

 

Johnny: Oh really?

 

Jane: Yes.

 

Johnny: Well, if you’re so smart, how many quarters do I have in my wallet?

 

Jane: That has nothing to do with anything.

 

Johnny: Ah hah! You get an F minus for wallet quarter guessing!

 

Jane: Fine. You have 3 quarters in your wallet.

 

Johnny: Dude, how did you know that?

 

Jane: Am I right?

 

Johnny: Yes.

 

Jane: Then why does it matter how I know it?

 

Johnny: Because I don’t like strange women going through my wallet.

 

Jane: Then you have nothing to worry about.

 

Johnny: You didn’t go through my wallet?

 

Jane: I’m not strange.

 

Johnny: Ooooook, well this assignment isn’t due till Friday, so let’s just work on it later.

 

Jane: Typical.

 

Johnny: (Frustrated) What’s your problem anyway? I was doing just fine before you started getting into my business.

 

Jane: I’m not so sure.

 

Johnny: Whatever.

 

 

Scene III  (Library)

 

Jane: What are you doing here?

 

Johnny: (Looked surprised, closes a book) I’m not doin nothin.

 

Jane: That’s a double negative ya know? And two negatives make a positive. That means you must be doing something.

 

Johnny: Two negatives make a positive?

 

Jane: Yep!

 

Johnny: So killing someone while at the opera actually makes for a good thing?

 

Jane: Not…

 

Johnny: (Cutting off) Of course, if the person you killed was actually enjoying the opera, you might be doing them a favor. They obviously weren’t in their right mind. Who knows what kind of destruction they were capable of administering to the world.

 

Jane: What book is that in your hand?

 

Johnny: I don’t know nothin, man!

 

Jane: I’m not a man. What book is that? (She takes the book) Earthworms and Their Habitats. Why Johnny, are you doing school work?

 

Johnny: I would never even think of doing school work. And wipe that smile off your face. This isn’t what you think it is.

 

Jane: What do you think I think it is?

 

Johnny: I think that you think that you’re having an influence on me.

 

Jane: I think that what you think I’m thinking is correct.

 

Johnny: I’m thinking that thankfully what I’m thinking you’re thinking is not the right thing to think.

 

Jane: Admit it. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here reading this book.

 

Johnny: I wasn’t reading it.

 

Jane: What were you doing then?

 

Johnny: I was looking at the pictures.

 

Jane: You mean to tell me, you came all the way down to the library on a sunny Wednesday afternoon to look at pictures of earthworms.

 

Johnny: You have your hobbies and I have mine.

 

Jane: Indeed.

 

Johnny: I mean, who wouldn’t come down here on a sunny Wednesday afternoon and look at pictures of earthworms?

 

Jane: Kevin wouldn’t

 

Johnny: Kevin’s an idiot.

 

Jane: Kevin asked me out for Saturday night.

 

Johnny: And what did you say?

 

Jane: Yes.

 

Johnny: Then you’re an idiot as well.

 

Jane: You’re just jealous.

 

Johnny: Why would I be jealous?

 

Jane: Because Johnny, deep down inside of you, there’s a song. A familiar song. It’s wanted to get out of you for years. It’s a soft song… a peaceful song… a soothing song.

 

Johnny: Clever indeed.

 

Jane: Anchors away, Johnny. (Winks)

 

 

 

 

Scene IV (Classroom, Lab partners, Date with Kevin has already happened, Johnny seems to have something on his mind)

 

 

Jane: Did you enjoy the rest of your book?

 

Johnny: What book?

 

Jane: Your book about earthworms.

 

Johnny: Yeah… real great. (Johnny opens his lab book)

 

Jane: Oh my word.

 

Johnny: What?

 

Jane: (Amazement) You’ve got all the answers written down. Johnny, you’ve never done your homework.

 

Johnny: Well, I made an important decision.

 

Jane: What’s that?

 

Johnny: I decided that you probably shouldn’t go on any more dates with Kevin.

 

Jane: Oh? And why’s that?

 

Johnny: Did you know that the name “Kevin” in the Greek means “serial killer and hater of babies?”

 

Jane: That’s not true.

 

Johnny: It is too! I don’t make this stuff up.

 

Jane: Yes, you do.

 

Johnny: In fact, just the other day I was thinking, “Who, out of all the people that I know, probably hates babies the most?” The answer inevitably came back as Kevin. I tried to fight it. I said, “Surely not sweet Kevin.” But yes! He’s a baby hater!

 

Jane: First of all, the name Kevin does not mean baby hater. It means gentle.

 

Johnny: Yeah, if by gentle you mean baby-hating obese guy.

 

Jane: Don’t call him obese!

 

Johnny: Look. There are only so many words in the English language to describe a man who is grossly overweight. However, for your sake, I’ll choose another. How about fat incarnate?

 

Jane: Kevin is not fat! He’s a sweet guy and for your information, I kind of like him!

 

Johnny: I can picture your tombstone now. “Here Lies Jane: She Kind of Liked a Baby Hater.”

 

Jane: Why do you care so much about whether I like Kevin or not?

 

Johnny: I don’t care. I couldn’t care less. For real! I sat in my room yesterday for 3 hours and tried my hardest to care less than I do now, and I couldn’t do it. I care about you and Kevin more leaster than anything else in the world.

 

Jane: Oh yeah?

 

Johnny: No. Actually, that’s not true at all.

 

Jane: What is the truth?

 

Johnny: The truth comes in the form of a question.

 

Jane: What’s that?

 

Johnny: Will you go out with me?

 

Jane: Johnny.

 

Johnny: Yeah?

 

Jane: That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

 

Johnny: Oh.

 

Jane: And no. I’m afraid you’re not my type. (Bell Rings, She Gets Up and leaves)

 

 

 

Scene V (Library)

 

Jane: (Hums anchor’s away while looking at a book and then catches herself)

 

Johnny: (Enters the scene) Jane?

 

Jane: Yes?

 

Johnny: I got you these. (Hands her four tulips)

 

Jane: Johnny?

 

Johnny: Yes?

 

Jane: These tulips are property of Remmington County. You can’t just pluck tulips from the library grounds.

 

Johnny: My mom and dad pay taxes. And it is a public library. Therefore, those tulips are mine to give to whom I choose.

 

Jane: Well, that’s sweet, but I can’t accept these.

 

Johnny: Jane, listen. We haven’t exactly gotten off to the best start, but I think you should know that I can be a great gentleman when I want to be. And I know that I’m better than any guy you’ve ever dated. Plus, I wrote you a poem.

 

Jane: Go on.

 

Johnny: Well, it goes like this:

Her name is Jane and she is a girl.

I’d rather date her than befriend a squirrel.

She’s prettier than a pretty rock or a pretty tree.

Jane, I think that you should go out with me.

 

Jane: That was… lovely.

 

Johnny: Jane, look in my eyes. You know that you want me. I know that you want me. I want to be with you. You hesitate because you know I’m not like you. I don’t have the same caution or orderliness as you. And yet, because of that, you can’t stop thinking about me. You wonder what goes on in my mind because it’s so unlike yours. You would never act the way that I do, and yet, my behavior amuses you. Give me three good reasons why you shouldn’t go out with me.

 

Jane: You’re obnoxious, you’re arrogant, and your socks don’t match.

 

Johnny: Jane, at least two of those things are correctible.

 

Jane: Give me three reasons why I should go out with you.

 

Johnny: You’re the only girl I want, you’re beautiful, and you’ve got the wildest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

 

Jane: Those are three things about me; they’re not three reasons why I should go out with you.

 

Johnny: Ok, I’m charming, I’m sensitive, and I’m the one that carved Mt. Rushmore.

 

Jane: Is that so?

 

Johnny: That is so. Now can I pick you up at seven on Friday night?

 

Jane: I know I’m going to regret this.

 

Johnny: There are three and a half things that I’m sure of in this world, and one of them is that you won’t regret it.

 

Jane: What’s the half thing?

 

Johnny: The gopher I encountered while I was mowing the lawn this morning, but that doesn’t matter right now.

 

Jane: Well…

 

Johnny: Well nothing. You’re finally realizing that I’m not that bad. And the truth is, you know that we have no choice but to be with each other.

 

Jane: You’d like me to think that.

 

Johnny: You do think that, and it scares you to death. And I’m glad for it. I hope it always does. (Smiles) (Leaves while singing: Anchors away, my boy! Loudly)

 

Jane: (Watches him leave, then after he exits) Anchors away…

 

 

 

The End

 

 

Holy Fear

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.

He is the Almighty God.

To go against Him is sheer foolishness.

To fear Him is the beginning of wisdom.

The simple man wants wisdom;

The starting point is fear of the One Who judges man's souls. 

Wisdom naturally follows; it can't help but follow. 

Only wisdom can proceed from fear of the Lord. 

Foolishness exists wear holy fear is absent. 

Where holy fear exists, foolishness is not. 

The foolish man says, "I have no fear."

The wise man says, "I fear the Lord."

Desire II

Beyond all my immediate experiences,

I desire something beyond all of this.

A deep, rooted desire for the fantastic.

Something other than this "real" world.

But perhaps, it is the real that I desire.

Something so real, it is unreal to me now.

Am I distracted, or is there reason to this?

Life is not how it should be.

One day, it will be.

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, 

But on what is unseen. 

For what is seen is temporary, 

But what is unseen is eternal.

Desire

Each finger touching an ember of light against the night sky,

We reach not knowing what we reach for.

We desire and we look for satisfaction,

But we settle for the moon as the sun. 

A Book, Over There!

Here is a blog post.

Omit any line here that you like.

Maybe, you would like to hear about something else?

Even so, I should be reading.

Worry not, I hope to graduate.

One day in December, maybe I will then.

Really, I have to go, but writing things is fun.

Key to success: "become disciplined in your work."

A Change

A daisy in the sunlight of the day;
Its pedals speak of love and life and spring.
The April month will soon turn into may.
The trees, in growth, will add another ring.

Behold, a cloud is taking out the sun.
A tear falls down my shadow-laden cheek.
A joyful time, I surely know of none.
The past and all that follows is so bleak.

I scream but no one hears my painful call;
I yell, my mind is slowly going mad.
Upon the road, I see a young girl’s doll;
It now belongs to no one; life is bad. 

The skies are red; they are so blood, blood red.
The golden age, I tell you, it is dead. 

The Journey of a Hero

A world ordinary, so calm and so plain;

I look all around, but it all is the same.

And nothing is special about my own name.

No cloud in the sky on a day without rain.

But something's not right; it's unsettling here.

The call to adventure screams right in my ear.

The future is darkness; the darkness I fear.

My destiny's coming and now it draws near. 

I will not do this; I refuse my own call.

I will not go fight them; my flesh, they will mar.

I will stay right here for out there is too far.

I'm needed right here; and in battle, I'll fall.  

I met an old man and a mentor was he. 

He taught me to fight well and never to flee.

He gave me a sword and a pearl of the sea.

The need of such things he explained I would see. 

Embarked on my own and I came to a wall;

The only door there had a beast standing guard. 

I pulled out my sword and I dealt him his card.

The first threshold crossed and the foe had his fall. 

I faced many tests and I found a few friends;

I called them my allies; my wounds had their mends.

I faced many enemies; they met their ends.

New dangers arriving and moving like winds. 

But there is the cave; I'm approaching it now.

I traveled so that I may come to this place.

Pure evil rests here and it breathes on my face.

The stench is horrific; so strong and so foul.

The battle draws nigh; the ordeal has now come.

A terrible giant; my stature, its thumb. 

Bright light from my pearl and its body goes numb.

I plunge the sword deep, drawing blood mixed with rum. 

The vict'ry is mine just as well as the gold. 

An old book of wisdom, I find it here too.

And pearls like my own, I did gather a few.

Reward is so vast and its equal untold. 

I take the road back, but I don't want to go.

I want to fight one more unbeatable foe.

I take the first steps, and indeed they are slow;

So much I have seen and so much I now know.

I take a bad step and I fall in a pit.

I fall to the bottom; and here I shall die.

But wait, I'm alive; I am starting to fly.

I've been resurrected; my pearl, it is lit. 

Return with elixir of wisdom and bare

The pearls that I gathered and now I do share

My treasure with all; for my people I care.

For each of them faces their own giant's lair. 

Truth to be Found

Everyone around is sleeping,

Sleeping without wake or sound.

Only I, awake and thinking,

Write the words before you now.

There are thoughts that have their movement

Inside of this mind of mine.

Here is passion and a hunger

For the things I want to find. 

A Bible every jot and tittle

Giving knowledge from above.

Teaching truths of way eternal

Showing me the God of love.

The truth is hard and hard to swallow;

It won't change like I have to. 

Jesus Christ whom I must follow

Shows the pathway for the few. 

Paul writes that we, in fear and trembling,

Should work out our gift from God.

That gift is our own salvation;

God, forbid it be forgot. 

Yea, forgot or lightly taken,

That is unacceptable. 

Fix my eyes upon you, Jesus,

Not on faith but only You. 

A Stream of Consciousness

So there I was, surrounded by like 50 men all dressed in black. I thought to myself, "This is like one of those things were everything comes out the way that it's supposed to, but at the moment it only looks like you're going to die and people will be at your funeral with flowers that smell like funeral homes." That's what I was thinking. But I knew I had to survive. Why you ask? Because if I didn't survive, I would be not around in order to do the only thing I was destined to do in life. And that is, be the man who accomplishes "The Deed." There has been many speculations over the past couple of years just about what that "Deed" is. People have come up with a number of theories. They range from "taking coffee pots and placing them inside of elevators in hospitals so that while you're going up to your deathbed, you can have one last cup of coffee to wake you up before you go to sleep" to "going to the dentist and having xrays done only to discover that your teeth are not made of enamel but in actuality are made of plutonium." That's not much of a deed, that second one. It's more of a discovery. Sometimes when I think of discoveries, I think of xboxs that have ravens inside of them. Now that's a discovery. 

The Prediction

There once was a site named blogspot.
I did not use it a whole lot.
But in this new year
More stuff will be here
And then I'll get published and people will be like, "Man, how did he get so good with his measure? His iambic pentameter is awesome!"

The Innocent

Innocent lives are taken
So that innocent lives may be saved.
Who can decide such a fate?
In ignorance of their souls
It's easy to say, "Right choice."
I am the result of that choice.
My life was spared,
Theirs was not.
How many would have died
Had we not acted?
It was not their fault
That their government had made its move.
Still, I cannot say that it was the wrong choice.
It is almost conceit and obnoxiousness to utter those words.
What if I was the one standing there when the bomb was dropped?
However, where would my own family and home be
Had it not been?
Is there any answer to such questions?
I love my country;
For my freedom, I am not thankful enough.
But the innocent...
They died inside the blast radius,
Yet they live outside it too.