Simile
10-27-2008, 03:42 AM
For weeks he had observed from a distance, until his plan was made,
He spent weeks on this, minutes turning into hours as time raced ahead on
Glistening tracks of steel,
The observer finally made his plan final, no turning back he had to go all
The way, for this would be the start of a new era, he told one person, this
Was to change there lives forever.
It had began as he looked
At the reason why the cost of living goes up and finally it struck him like a
Bolt of lightning, remove what was always taken for granted and people will
Begin to realize that maybe it shouldn’t have been, they began full throttle ahead.
It started with one, then
Two then three, until the effects started to take place on the world. People
Panicked there was nothing they could do. Stick to the plan and keep it going,
The same words rang in their heads "keep going, this is for the greater good",
The observer now becomes the centre of attention as now everyone wants what he
Has but he doesn’t intend to give it to them, basking in the glory of what has occurred,
The plan is so close, our journey that we embarked on was almost complete, just a few
More.
3 days pass and this continues
Less of what the observer wanted was now available as it was now rare to obtain what
The plan required to be acquired. Days past they thought it was smart, not long to go till the plan is complete and they can give it all back and be remembered forever.
It was a shocking day as A new truth was discovered, making all of what they did pointless, and as they came to a self realization a flashback of All the time spent causing this chaos, seen to be worthless as Everything they had worked for will be forgotten.
A new plan was made, this more sinister, to get back what was once in control of. The
Only way to do it was, opening the eyes of the people in control to show how we feel
About what has happened? The observer is now portrayed as a greater evil as now
He was once seen with respect, replaced with anger and shame, as the minutes went by
Every part of the plan was followed; chaos entered the worlds of the ones above them.
They didn’t care they wanted to make a point that they shouldn’t be treated like dirt.
Suddenly they stopped as an old friend approached them and told them that they are
Only making things worse and they will be left alone as long as the plan is set to rest.
The observer thought to him, maybe it can all go back to normal, it can be just like
Old days. He gave the plan to the people who had the controlling power over him. This
Move played out like a conversation in his head, no variables, just straight forward.
The observer was stabbed in the back as there was a variable called trust thrown into
The game. His friend who was with him got out of it. At least one of us did, I controlled
My frustration, from the words of a person who I thought never cared.
Lying effortlessly on the floor the observer was now a legend, stories about him
Live on as he will be remembered for what he almost achieved, everything he had
And will have ever worked for has been taken away, as riches turned to rags friends
Left the observer to be stepped on, laughing at his efforts to get back what he once
had, Respect.
Some came to him and helped him, for they wanted him to get back to where he was
Because they knew that it wasn’t his fault that he got so far down, he was down
In spirit and all that was left was the words that made up his name, floating
Around in the air like stars in the midnight sky, tears filled his eyes.
His friends had failed; they were unable to get him back off the ground, the man
Admires there efforts and for that, forgets the evil that was clouding his mind
He could of got back but he chose not to for his friends respect is worth more than
Everything he had worked on for 9 long months, through thick and thin, begging to
Giving, poor to rich.
His name is still remembered to this day, but as something else, something that will
Help him regain the respect as he has tried to hard to get back the one thing that
All people carry with them, Respect for themselves and there peers, words cant
Can’t explain how he felt that day, but as they say if first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again. Never give up hope because sometimes the only way to step forward
Is to take a step back, and start again.
But a day later he woke up early, the night before he had come to the realization that
He could start again and he had almost regained what he once had. He awoke to find
A knife in his chest, he removed it and stopped the bleeding, questions filled his head
Wondering why this had occurred after he thought it was all over. He met with his friend
To find that his friend also awoke to the same fate of death, but was able to stop it.
A new plan has been made, one for sinister than the second. There is no respect left for
What the people thought and there close friends cared about. All that mattered was
Getting even. Voices left there cave as silence left its shackles. There is no holding
Back. Tomorrow the plan begins. It has been played out to every detail, the power
Brokers will not be able to stop it and will not be able to contain it for the method that will be used is unfixable. This will be the End of what everyone worked for. All they had to do was leave us alone with the original plan and none of this would have happened. Im sorry it had to end like this as the reason for all of this will become clear soon.
To be continued.......
It was a calm night, as the plan got put into action, once again it was easy to see that one and one makes two and two and one makes three it was destiny, this had to right o well its to late. the observer looked up to the midnight sky, his regrets ceased to exist. Plan c began, just a taste of what was yet to come. chaos erupted, words still echoed in the observers head but this time more sinister "They had their chance, its to late to go back, unless what once was is returned, the plan must continue". madness, people running around like bats out of hell. it was truely a sight for sore eyes as everything they had dreamed of was right there for them, and all they had to do was take it. Names were thrown into the air as a reason was needed and someone had to take the blame.
People who never talked to the observer before this event started talking to him. that was enough the observer thought, its getting late i need my rest.
the observer awoke to his phone ringing. he was late, he shouldnt of spent so long on the plan. he met up with his mate, and they wrote out a new plan. This was plan D, huge in comparison to C and B, this one will leave the powerbrokers, sleepless at night.
It was planned, the observer looked at the people around him. it was all calm again as now it has been returned to normal. so it begins plan D, one of the worst yet to come. The observer looked as the sun was setting and came to the self realisation that maybe this should end here, that maybe its been enough. but the anger released itself from the observer till he began the first stages of plan D. Thirty minutes flew by like birds soaring through the sky.
His friend had to go, he said ill talk to you tomorrow about the new plan. once again the observer looked at the people and thought "maybe i shouldn't do this", but his willpower was crushed as he remembered what had happened and the reason for it all.
It began, chaos erupted like a volcano. people running for there lives five hundred times worse that the last time. The sight was truely awe filled as he watched what was once peaceful to become much violent. People fighting for there lives as the power brokers tried to contain the event.
I watched from a distance without a care in the world, because there was nothing left for me now. they had taken it all and left me for dead and now my friend realises it to. when my friend was in this situation i contained him.
But this was much worse since when good and evil collide there are casualties that shouldn't of happened. Thats enough for the night, the observer thought. Plan E tomorrow. Just the sound of it is truly feeding my desire to make the world expire. The observer slept, dreaming of the outcomes the next day had in plan for him.
To be Continued.............
He spent weeks on this, minutes turning into hours as time raced ahead on
Glistening tracks of steel,
The observer finally made his plan final, no turning back he had to go all
The way, for this would be the start of a new era, he told one person, this
Was to change there lives forever.
It had began as he looked
At the reason why the cost of living goes up and finally it struck him like a
Bolt of lightning, remove what was always taken for granted and people will
Begin to realize that maybe it shouldn’t have been, they began full throttle ahead.
It started with one, then
Two then three, until the effects started to take place on the world. People
Panicked there was nothing they could do. Stick to the plan and keep it going,
The same words rang in their heads "keep going, this is for the greater good",
The observer now becomes the centre of attention as now everyone wants what he
Has but he doesn’t intend to give it to them, basking in the glory of what has occurred,
The plan is so close, our journey that we embarked on was almost complete, just a few
More.
3 days pass and this continues
Less of what the observer wanted was now available as it was now rare to obtain what
The plan required to be acquired. Days past they thought it was smart, not long to go till the plan is complete and they can give it all back and be remembered forever.
It was a shocking day as A new truth was discovered, making all of what they did pointless, and as they came to a self realization a flashback of All the time spent causing this chaos, seen to be worthless as Everything they had worked for will be forgotten.
A new plan was made, this more sinister, to get back what was once in control of. The
Only way to do it was, opening the eyes of the people in control to show how we feel
About what has happened? The observer is now portrayed as a greater evil as now
He was once seen with respect, replaced with anger and shame, as the minutes went by
Every part of the plan was followed; chaos entered the worlds of the ones above them.
They didn’t care they wanted to make a point that they shouldn’t be treated like dirt.
Suddenly they stopped as an old friend approached them and told them that they are
Only making things worse and they will be left alone as long as the plan is set to rest.
The observer thought to him, maybe it can all go back to normal, it can be just like
Old days. He gave the plan to the people who had the controlling power over him. This
Move played out like a conversation in his head, no variables, just straight forward.
The observer was stabbed in the back as there was a variable called trust thrown into
The game. His friend who was with him got out of it. At least one of us did, I controlled
My frustration, from the words of a person who I thought never cared.
Lying effortlessly on the floor the observer was now a legend, stories about him
Live on as he will be remembered for what he almost achieved, everything he had
And will have ever worked for has been taken away, as riches turned to rags friends
Left the observer to be stepped on, laughing at his efforts to get back what he once
had, Respect.
Some came to him and helped him, for they wanted him to get back to where he was
Because they knew that it wasn’t his fault that he got so far down, he was down
In spirit and all that was left was the words that made up his name, floating
Around in the air like stars in the midnight sky, tears filled his eyes.
His friends had failed; they were unable to get him back off the ground, the man
Admires there efforts and for that, forgets the evil that was clouding his mind
He could of got back but he chose not to for his friends respect is worth more than
Everything he had worked on for 9 long months, through thick and thin, begging to
Giving, poor to rich.
His name is still remembered to this day, but as something else, something that will
Help him regain the respect as he has tried to hard to get back the one thing that
All people carry with them, Respect for themselves and there peers, words cant
Can’t explain how he felt that day, but as they say if first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again. Never give up hope because sometimes the only way to step forward
Is to take a step back, and start again.
But a day later he woke up early, the night before he had come to the realization that
He could start again and he had almost regained what he once had. He awoke to find
A knife in his chest, he removed it and stopped the bleeding, questions filled his head
Wondering why this had occurred after he thought it was all over. He met with his friend
To find that his friend also awoke to the same fate of death, but was able to stop it.
A new plan has been made, one for sinister than the second. There is no respect left for
What the people thought and there close friends cared about. All that mattered was
Getting even. Voices left there cave as silence left its shackles. There is no holding
Back. Tomorrow the plan begins. It has been played out to every detail, the power
Brokers will not be able to stop it and will not be able to contain it for the method that will be used is unfixable. This will be the End of what everyone worked for. All they had to do was leave us alone with the original plan and none of this would have happened. Im sorry it had to end like this as the reason for all of this will become clear soon.
To be continued.......
It was a calm night, as the plan got put into action, once again it was easy to see that one and one makes two and two and one makes three it was destiny, this had to right o well its to late. the observer looked up to the midnight sky, his regrets ceased to exist. Plan c began, just a taste of what was yet to come. chaos erupted, words still echoed in the observers head but this time more sinister "They had their chance, its to late to go back, unless what once was is returned, the plan must continue". madness, people running around like bats out of hell. it was truely a sight for sore eyes as everything they had dreamed of was right there for them, and all they had to do was take it. Names were thrown into the air as a reason was needed and someone had to take the blame.
People who never talked to the observer before this event started talking to him. that was enough the observer thought, its getting late i need my rest.
the observer awoke to his phone ringing. he was late, he shouldnt of spent so long on the plan. he met up with his mate, and they wrote out a new plan. This was plan D, huge in comparison to C and B, this one will leave the powerbrokers, sleepless at night.
It was planned, the observer looked at the people around him. it was all calm again as now it has been returned to normal. so it begins plan D, one of the worst yet to come. The observer looked as the sun was setting and came to the self realisation that maybe this should end here, that maybe its been enough. but the anger released itself from the observer till he began the first stages of plan D. Thirty minutes flew by like birds soaring through the sky.
His friend had to go, he said ill talk to you tomorrow about the new plan. once again the observer looked at the people and thought "maybe i shouldn't do this", but his willpower was crushed as he remembered what had happened and the reason for it all.
It began, chaos erupted like a volcano. people running for there lives five hundred times worse that the last time. The sight was truely awe filled as he watched what was once peaceful to become much violent. People fighting for there lives as the power brokers tried to contain the event.
I watched from a distance without a care in the world, because there was nothing left for me now. they had taken it all and left me for dead and now my friend realises it to. when my friend was in this situation i contained him.
But this was much worse since when good and evil collide there are casualties that shouldn't of happened. Thats enough for the night, the observer thought. Plan E tomorrow. Just the sound of it is truly feeding my desire to make the world expire. The observer slept, dreaming of the outcomes the next day had in plan for him.
To be Continued.............