Sleepless night

I lie in bed late at night
Wondering if I would even fight.

If a German guard came storming in
And put his rifle to my chin.

I wonder if I would even cry
If I knew for a fact that I was about to die.

If I could hear him waling to get his knife,
Would I even stop to beg for my life?

Will we make it out of here, nobody knows
But its clear to me that our fear shows.

If I'm here tomorrow I will probably wright
Because I guess I just made it through another night.

32 People Gone Missing!

32 people went missing last night, December 18^th, 1943, and have yet to be found.  An apartment building that housed 50 people was set ablaze around 11:45 p.m.  Fire crews were late arriving and the building ended up burning to the ground.  18 bodies were found in the aftermath, but the remaining people have not been found.  German Nazi’s say that they had no involvement with the incident, but by standers say that they saw several military trucks leaving the area minutes before the blaze occurred. “Many of the people that lived in that building were Jewish…. And among them were many children, and that’s what worries me the most. They were good people.” a local woman said, as she stood in from of the door to her small house wiping tears as they streamed down her face.  Many young men and women in the surrounding area believe that soldiers have done this in an effort to eliminate the Jewish religion.  However, when questioned, Gem. Heiser said that this is just a rumor spread by an outraged man who wanted attention.  And that the Jew’s are being relocated for safety from the war, and are being treated just fine.    

Journal - Day One

Day One

      Today me and my family arrived at a camp for Jewish people.  They Nazi army has told us that we must be moved from our homes to keep us safe from the war, but I am not so sure.  The Nazis have not been very pleasant to my father. When we had to get off the train, we were thrown from the cars, and I have not seen my mother or my sister since we arrived.  My father and I were taken to what appears to be an all male area of the camp.  My father and I were separated, and I was taken into a small building and stripped of my clothes.  The guard handed me a pair of black and whit stripped pajamas, that had a terrible stench and were extremely itchy.  I was then carted off to a bunker where I was told I would sleep every night.  I found a wooden bunk that had hay as a bedding and I layed down.  All of the other boys around me seemed very ill, and deathly skinny. I am scarred.


The point behind this dairy entry, is a 15 or 16 year old Jewish boy who has been taken from his family and sent to berknaue.  A concentration camp that was responsible for thousands of Jewish deaths during word war two era.  The boys mother and the sister were separated from the boy immediately, and the mystery of what happened to them is put into play. Later the father gets taken away, and will soon reappear in the boys life. The boy is scarred because of the condition of all the other boys, and the stories that he is hearing while he lays in his bunk, that only consists of hay. He soon becomes delirious, and uses and small sharp object to mark the days he has been at the camp on a piece of wood on his bunk.

Baraka

When I first noticed it, it took my breath away.  I was walking along this flat, white, endlesssurface, and a very large, colorful star began to rise.  I had no idea what it was, Istood and wayched it as very slowly , it began to move up. It appeared so peaceful, like asmall baby fawn waking up in the morning.  It was slow at first, and apeared very delicate.  It was such a peacefulsight that I found myslef  sitting, now gazing at the breath taking sight before me.  It seemed  to grow however, because as it approached its peak it began to movie much faster.  It slowly became in a hurry, and no longer peaceful. It seemed to have grown a whole nother personality.  It suddenly changed color from a peaceful blue, and earthly green, to a firery red.  the peaceful scene turned horrific.  I tried to look turn my head, but I could'nt look away. Everything was happeneing so fast.  It all became a blur.  Then just as quickly as it had came, it disapeared below the white landscape behind me.

The Break Up

     We sat in silence for almost ten whole minutes before she said something. "This isnt the way I wanted us to end." I starred into her pathetic eyes, with so much anger built up I was about to explode. Leah re-adjusted how she was sitting in an attempt tp get me to say something. "Alan, you know I've always cared bout you, and I always will." I found a black and white poster if a lonely man behind her on the wall of the old fashoned diner that reminded me of watching movies with my brother as a child.  My eyes fixed on the psoster, I knew I needed to calm down, or I'd throw this table through the large, cold diner window tht filled the entire wall to my right. "Will you please talk to me!" You have no idea what youre doing to me!" It was at that very second I felt something inside snap.  I could feel the rage creeping up my body slowly like the chills. My fists clenched, as my eyes met hers and she realized just how upset I was. "Was it as bad as me coming home and finding you in bed with another man Leah!? Because the way I see it, it doesnt get a whole lot worse!" I bit down hard on my lip so I would stop talking while I still could. Leah's face turned red, im not sure if it was because she was mad or embarassed, but she looked like she was about to cry. "Alan! You have to understand, that meant nothing to me!" Her voice began to plead as she realized her inevitable fate. "Well it meant something to me!" I screamed across the table as i got up and stormed out of the old diner. I could hear her yelling and scrambling after me as I blew through the door.  I fumbled with my keys for a few seconds before finally getting my truck door open. It took no more than a few socnds for Leah to be siiting right next to me. "I liked him at first, but things changed!" She was now yelling and my ears were ringing, but I wasnt listeneing.  My vision began to blur, and all I could see was red. It took the place of the old diner, it took the place of the small rain drops running down the windsheild, but most of all it took the place of the annoying voice still shouting beside me. "Get out of my truck Leah." I calmly stated. suddenly it went silent. Her voice had stopped trying to plead its case becuase she now realized it was a lost cause. It was over. The only noise was the soft tapping of the rain on the hood of the truck.

   Eugene Wilson is a middle aged man, his late 50's, and near the end of his life.  He spends his days roaming the streets for scraps of food, and begging for donations to silence the ever whinning voice crying for a nicotine high.  He spends his nights cold and alone, searching for a place to rest his tired and malnourished body.  He sufers from severe lung cancer that is only days from taking his life, and he hasn't the slightest idea.  Thoughts are always filling his brain, but he has no one to share them with, and so they lie, poisening his conscience.  people starre when they think he cant see, but whne eye contact is made they cawer and quickly avert like a shy dog.  He sees happiness in other peoples faces, and wonders where he went wrong. He ponders on this sickining thought for so long that he doesnt realize that the sun has sent and the nights chill is setting in. He cant move.  He is paralyzed by the fact that he really doesnt know hwere he went wrong in his life. Was it when he dropped out of high school because his parents were killed? Was it when he ran aeay because he was sexually abused in an orphanage? Oh well, it doesnt matter anyway, for he has been swallowed by darkness, and he will never again see the light.

My Bedroom

       As I walk into the den of the Branden, the first thing I notice is that their is no door, but instead a blanket draping the doorway.  When I pull it aside and enter the threshold, I notice two things at the same time. One being that this room smells surprisingly good for an 18 year old boy, and the other is that he has pink silk pillow cases on his bed?  The bed is unmade and there are clothes all over the floor.  This room needs a women's touch for sure. :) The alarm clock is blinking and the snooze button looks overused.  The only things on the walls are sports motivational quotes.

Aligator Poem

When the small boy first opened me,
his face lit up with joy.
There is no face like the one on a child,
who's just opened a new toy.

He played with me all day,
and he played with me all night,
I never craked or broke
though his mother hoped I might.

Then one day he looked at me,
and pushed me to the side....
Little Tommy was all grown up
and this Gator had finally died.