No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
'Cause you want to belong,do you go along?
'Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong.
It's not like you hate him or want him to die,
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Any kindness from you might have saved his life.
Heroes are made when you make a choice
You could be a hero - heroes do what's right
You could be a hero - you might save a life
You could be a hero - you could join the fight
For what's right, for what's right, for what's right
No one talks to her, she feels so alone.
She's in too much pain to survive on her own.
The hurt she can't handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm wants to give up her life.
Each day she goes on is a day that she's brave
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out, a hero is made.
Heroes are made when you make a choice
You could be a hero - heroes do what's right
You could be a hero - you might save a life
You could be a hero - you could join the fight
For what's right, for what's right, for what's right
No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his
Doesn't know he's a leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices he's made.
He lives on the edge, he's old enough to decide.
His brother who wants to be him is just nine.
He can do what he wants because it's his right,
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The choices he makes change a nine-year-old's life.
Heroes are made when you make a choice
You could be a hero - heroes do what's right
You could be a hero - you might save a life
You could be a hero - you could join the fight
For what's right, for what's right, for what's right
[Rap]
Little Mikey D. was the one in class
who every day got brutally harassed.
This went on for years until he decided
That ever again would he shed another tear
So he walked through the door,
Grabbed a forty four out of his father's dresser drawer,
And said I can't take life no more.
And like that, life can be lost
But this ain't even about that
All of us just sat back
And watched it happen
Thinking it's not our responsibility
To solve a problem that isn't about me
This IS our problem
This is just one of the daily scenarios
In which we chose to close our eyes,
Instead of doing the right thing.
If we make a choice
Be the voice
For those who won't speak up for themselves,
How many lives would be saved
Changed, rearranged?
Now it's our time
To pick a side.
Now don't keep walking by,
Not wanting to intervene,
'Cause you just want to exist;
And never be seen
So let's wake up
Change the world-
Our time is now!
You could be a hero - (our time is now)
heroes do what's right
You could be a hero - (our time is now)
you might save a life
You could be a hero - (our time is now)
you could join the fight
For what's right, for what's right.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Debt, short story final
“Which one do you love more?” He said to me. I’m a simple man, age of 34; I need to work to keep dinner on the table. But I needed that promotion bad. And it’s come down to this. Having to choose who lives and dies is an un-answerable question—especially when they’re both family. And the tall, slender man, wearing a suit, knew it, “C'mon, you didn’t pay your debt, now you must suffer.”
“You can’t do this to me! I told you I'm working on getting the money!” I shouted to a gang member.
“We held up our end of the bargain, we killed the slum bag, now we want our 500ks... now, pick one, your daughter or your wife.”
The leader walked into the alley behind my wife and daughter, “you have five seconds to decide.”
“Just kill me!” I shouted, even though I know that they wouldn’t accept. They wanted to watch me suffer. They told me they had already killed my son.
“Alright, your daughter’s dead.” He raised a gun and, being the coward I am, I looked away. A gun shot rung through the alleyway, followed by my wife’s screams. “You have until noon tomorrow.” They walked away.
“No! Leave her body here! Please!” I heard my wife, Anne, shouting. I turned around to find both men, the tall man in the suit, and the leader were out of the alley. I ran out and saw a gun pointed at my wife as my daughter’s body was chucked in the back of a truck.
“Don’t follow us.” The last member hopped in the back of a large black truck, all windows tinted black, and they drove off.
“Why, Jon? He was a co-worker!” Anne screamed at me.
“He stole my promotion...”
“That’s not reason to have him killed!”
We went to our car and drove back to our house in silence. I called as many people as I could to get the money, but none of my friends, or the banks, would lend me the money. I wound up on the couch tonight, but no sleeping happened. It was entirely my fault.
I got up as the sun rised, determined to find the money. I decided to tell my wife to stay home and call the police if anyone suspicious came.
“You know they told us not to Jon!” she shouted, clutching our staircase railing.
“There’s no one left to kill but us, they can’t threaten us with that threat anymore.” I clutched my car keys and began walking off.
“I’m calling them now Jon.”
“Fine.” And I left.
After several long hour of searching for a bank I hadn’t tried yet, I gave up. I was too scared to go any farther from my house; I didn’t want to be too far away from my wife, just in case something happened to her. So I turned around. On my way back, a police car began following me. I tried to remember if I ran a stop sign, but I couldn’t remember any on this road. Soon the lights turned on and I was forced to pull over.
The cop walked up, so I said, “Hello, what did I...”
“Do you have the 500 grand?” he asked, holding a radio in his right hand.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Do you?” he asked again, more serious.
“No, I couldn't find the money. But if you just give me a little more time.”
“You were given a month.” He held the radio to his mouth, “Kill her.” A gunshot sound came from the radio, “You have 1 more hours, or your life will be ruined.”
“My life is already ruined!” I drove off to my house, watching the clock. The drive home took a little more than an hour to complete, but I need to get the rest of my personal money before I made a run for my life. I slammed on the gas and drove off home. I checked the clock every few minutes just to make sure I was making good progress. The sun rapidly set during this hour. The hour was up when I was only a few minutes from my house. My phone started ringing and shaking, I picked it up.
“Time’s up Jon, I suggest you find a hotel room for the night. Tomorrow will be long for you,” and the phone hung up. I rounded the last corner to my house, which was now up in flames. I went to call 911 but as I drove by, I decided to not let the gang play with me anymore.
I kept driving aimlessly throughout the night. My life was ruined, what did I do now? I began approaching a large, tall bridge, over a larger body of water. and it hit me, the only way to make it stop was the last step in their game: death. I stopped and waited until I didn’t hear any cars coming. This was key in making sure no one called a rescue team. I went to the tallest pillar on the bridge and checked for car sounds again. All I knew is that I wanted to see my family again. I took one last breath and jumped.
“You can’t do this to me! I told you I'm working on getting the money!” I shouted to a gang member.
“We held up our end of the bargain, we killed the slum bag, now we want our 500ks... now, pick one, your daughter or your wife.”
The leader walked into the alley behind my wife and daughter, “you have five seconds to decide.”
“Just kill me!” I shouted, even though I know that they wouldn’t accept. They wanted to watch me suffer. They told me they had already killed my son.
“Alright, your daughter’s dead.” He raised a gun and, being the coward I am, I looked away. A gun shot rung through the alleyway, followed by my wife’s screams. “You have until noon tomorrow.” They walked away.
“No! Leave her body here! Please!” I heard my wife, Anne, shouting. I turned around to find both men, the tall man in the suit, and the leader were out of the alley. I ran out and saw a gun pointed at my wife as my daughter’s body was chucked in the back of a truck.
“Don’t follow us.” The last member hopped in the back of a large black truck, all windows tinted black, and they drove off.
“Why, Jon? He was a co-worker!” Anne screamed at me.
“He stole my promotion...”
“That’s not reason to have him killed!”
We went to our car and drove back to our house in silence. I called as many people as I could to get the money, but none of my friends, or the banks, would lend me the money. I wound up on the couch tonight, but no sleeping happened. It was entirely my fault.
I got up as the sun rised, determined to find the money. I decided to tell my wife to stay home and call the police if anyone suspicious came.
“You know they told us not to Jon!” she shouted, clutching our staircase railing.
“There’s no one left to kill but us, they can’t threaten us with that threat anymore.” I clutched my car keys and began walking off.
“I’m calling them now Jon.”
“Fine.” And I left.
After several long hour of searching for a bank I hadn’t tried yet, I gave up. I was too scared to go any farther from my house; I didn’t want to be too far away from my wife, just in case something happened to her. So I turned around. On my way back, a police car began following me. I tried to remember if I ran a stop sign, but I couldn’t remember any on this road. Soon the lights turned on and I was forced to pull over.
The cop walked up, so I said, “Hello, what did I...”
“Do you have the 500 grand?” he asked, holding a radio in his right hand.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Do you?” he asked again, more serious.
“No, I couldn't find the money. But if you just give me a little more time.”
“You were given a month.” He held the radio to his mouth, “Kill her.” A gunshot sound came from the radio, “You have 1 more hours, or your life will be ruined.”
“My life is already ruined!” I drove off to my house, watching the clock. The drive home took a little more than an hour to complete, but I need to get the rest of my personal money before I made a run for my life. I slammed on the gas and drove off home. I checked the clock every few minutes just to make sure I was making good progress. The sun rapidly set during this hour. The hour was up when I was only a few minutes from my house. My phone started ringing and shaking, I picked it up.
“Time’s up Jon, I suggest you find a hotel room for the night. Tomorrow will be long for you,” and the phone hung up. I rounded the last corner to my house, which was now up in flames. I went to call 911 but as I drove by, I decided to not let the gang play with me anymore.
I kept driving aimlessly throughout the night. My life was ruined, what did I do now? I began approaching a large, tall bridge, over a larger body of water. and it hit me, the only way to make it stop was the last step in their game: death. I stopped and waited until I didn’t hear any cars coming. This was key in making sure no one called a rescue team. I went to the tallest pillar on the bridge and checked for car sounds again. All I knew is that I wanted to see my family again. I took one last breath and jumped.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
cw nomination
DEBT
“Which one do you love more?” He said to me. Having to choose which loved one lives is an un-answerable question. And he knew it, “c'mon, you didn’t pay your debt, now you must suffer.”
“You can’t do this to me! I told you I'm working on getting the money!” I shouted to a gang member.
“We held up our end of the bargain, we killed the slum bag, now we want our 500k's... now, pick one, your daughter or your wife.”
The leader walked into the alley behind my wife and daughter, “you have five seconds to decide.”
“Just kill me!” I shouted, even though I know that they won’t accept. They want to watch me suffer. They have already killed off my son and told me so.
“Alright, your daughters dead.” he raised a gun and, being the coward I am, I looked away. A gunshot rung through the alleyway, followed by my wife’s screams. “You have until noon tomorrow.” they walked away.
“No! Leave her here! Please!” I heard my wife, Anne, shouting. I turn around to find neither of them was in the alley. I ran out and saw a gun pointed at my wife as my daughter’s body was put in the back of a truck.
“Don’t follow us,” the last member hopped in the back of the truck and they drove off.
“Why Jon! He was a coworker!” Anne screamed at me.
“He stole my promotion...”
“That’s not reason to have him killed!”
We went to our car and drove back to our house in silence. I called as much people as I could to get the money, but none of my friends, or the banks, would lend me the money. I ended up sleeping on the couch tonight.
I woke up late the next morning, determined to find the money. I decided to tell my wife to stay home and call the police if anyone suspicious came.
After an hour of searching for a bank I hadn’t tried yet I gave up. I was too scared to go any farther from my house so I turned around. On my way back a police car began following me. I tried to remember if I ran a stop sign, but I didn’t remember any on this road. Soon the lights turned on and I was forced to pull over.
The cop walked up, so I said, “hello, what did I...”
“Do you have the 500 grand?” he asked, holding a radio in his right hand.
“You have got to be kidding me?”
“Do you?” he asked again, more serious.
“No, I couldn't find the money. But if you just give me a little more time.”
“You were given a month before.” he held the radio to his mouth, “kill her.” A gunshot sound came from the radio, “you have 1 more hour, or your life will be ruined.”
“My life is already ruined!” I drove off to my house, watching the clock. The drive home takes a little more than an hour to complete, but I had to try. I slammed on the gas and drove off home. Checking back at the clock every few minutes just to make sure I was making good progress. The sun rapidly set during this hour. The hour was up when I was only a few minutes from my house. My phone started ringing and shaking, I picked it up.
“Times up Jon, I suggest you find a hotel room for the night. Tomorrow will be long for you,” and the phone hung up. I rounded the last corner to my house, which was now up in flames. I went to call 911 but I drove by, I decided to not let them play with me anymore.
I kept driving throughout the night, just driving, nothing more. My life was ruined, what do I do now? I began approaching a bridge and it hit me, the only way to make it stop was the last step in their game, death. I stopped and waited until I didn’t hear any cars coming. This was key in making sure no one called a rescue team. I went to the tallest pillar on the bridge and checked for car sounds again. All I know is that I want to see my family again. I took one last breath and jumped.
“Which one do you love more?” He said to me. Having to choose which loved one lives is an un-answerable question. And he knew it, “c'mon, you didn’t pay your debt, now you must suffer.”
“You can’t do this to me! I told you I'm working on getting the money!” I shouted to a gang member.
“We held up our end of the bargain, we killed the slum bag, now we want our 500k's... now, pick one, your daughter or your wife.”
The leader walked into the alley behind my wife and daughter, “you have five seconds to decide.”
“Just kill me!” I shouted, even though I know that they won’t accept. They want to watch me suffer. They have already killed off my son and told me so.
“Alright, your daughters dead.” he raised a gun and, being the coward I am, I looked away. A gunshot rung through the alleyway, followed by my wife’s screams. “You have until noon tomorrow.” they walked away.
“No! Leave her here! Please!” I heard my wife, Anne, shouting. I turn around to find neither of them was in the alley. I ran out and saw a gun pointed at my wife as my daughter’s body was put in the back of a truck.
“Don’t follow us,” the last member hopped in the back of the truck and they drove off.
“Why Jon! He was a coworker!” Anne screamed at me.
“He stole my promotion...”
“That’s not reason to have him killed!”
We went to our car and drove back to our house in silence. I called as much people as I could to get the money, but none of my friends, or the banks, would lend me the money. I ended up sleeping on the couch tonight.
I woke up late the next morning, determined to find the money. I decided to tell my wife to stay home and call the police if anyone suspicious came.
After an hour of searching for a bank I hadn’t tried yet I gave up. I was too scared to go any farther from my house so I turned around. On my way back a police car began following me. I tried to remember if I ran a stop sign, but I didn’t remember any on this road. Soon the lights turned on and I was forced to pull over.
The cop walked up, so I said, “hello, what did I...”
“Do you have the 500 grand?” he asked, holding a radio in his right hand.
“You have got to be kidding me?”
“Do you?” he asked again, more serious.
“No, I couldn't find the money. But if you just give me a little more time.”
“You were given a month before.” he held the radio to his mouth, “kill her.” A gunshot sound came from the radio, “you have 1 more hour, or your life will be ruined.”
“My life is already ruined!” I drove off to my house, watching the clock. The drive home takes a little more than an hour to complete, but I had to try. I slammed on the gas and drove off home. Checking back at the clock every few minutes just to make sure I was making good progress. The sun rapidly set during this hour. The hour was up when I was only a few minutes from my house. My phone started ringing and shaking, I picked it up.
“Times up Jon, I suggest you find a hotel room for the night. Tomorrow will be long for you,” and the phone hung up. I rounded the last corner to my house, which was now up in flames. I went to call 911 but I drove by, I decided to not let them play with me anymore.
I kept driving throughout the night, just driving, nothing more. My life was ruined, what do I do now? I began approaching a bridge and it hit me, the only way to make it stop was the last step in their game, death. I stopped and waited until I didn’t hear any cars coming. This was key in making sure no one called a rescue team. I went to the tallest pillar on the bridge and checked for car sounds again. All I know is that I want to see my family again. I took one last breath and jumped.
Monday, January 4, 2010
what i needed to say final
Regret
Yeah, bye…
Is all that was said on this
Lonesome day.
You walk away.
I regret that lonesome day,
Not admitting truths.
Regardless of what friends say.
Life isn’t better as friends.
They were right…
now my life has changed
changed into something I love.
Had I told you the truth
not just shrugged you off
you probably wouldn’t be
my friend today.
one small change
would have changed
my life, for the worse
on this
lonesome day.
Yeah, bye…
Is all that was said on this
Lonesome day.
You walk away.
I regret that lonesome day,
Not admitting truths.
Regardless of what friends say.
Life isn’t better as friends.
They were right…
now my life has changed
changed into something I love.
Had I told you the truth
not just shrugged you off
you probably wouldn’t be
my friend today.
one small change
would have changed
my life, for the worse
on this
lonesome day.
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