Refinement

Screams.

Can you hear them?

The cries and wails they let out as I tear them apart, drawing strings from their minds one by one, in a cruel, unforgiving pattern. Applying pressure to their framework weight by weight until one becomes too much and they just snap. It’s a beautiful sound, when minds snap. Like the crisp break of a dry twig, or the clicking of fingers, and it could make quite the beat, if music were my muse. But it is not.

And it is not the sound that I focus on, but the sensation. Boundless, it feels, as the chilling cold bolts down my spine to collide with the golden warmth of simple knowledge that what I am doing is good. I am helping them. I am helping everybody.

Yet they don’t understand. I am not sick, or twisted or evil, and I am neither unnatural nor ruthless. I am human. But I am a different kind of human, and I am helping them to be, too. Because they can’t see their own flaws, but I can. I can see everything wrong with what they are doing, and I am fixing them. This refinement will eliminate the sense of entitlement they think they have, and they will stand on the planet with grace, and equality. Real, limitless equality, with everything around them. It will bring them together, and it will bind them. Nobody will ever be alone, or ignored, or forgotten. Nobody will ever be broken. And nobody will ever need fixing.

I reach forward with my mind, and feel another, gentle, snap.

Consider:

We are none of us innocent.

We all make mistakes.

We say things we shouldn’t,

And raise the stakes.

We each have our flaws,

They’re what set us apart,

But hold us together,

By mind and by heart.

We all take irritation,

From many different factors,

And some of these stimuli

May operate reactors

We can weild our differences

And throw them at our throats

Shave away at imperfections,

But think what this denotes

We could just as well indulge

In seeking out those upper sides

And we may not fall so hard

When individuality collides

We can take a course for betterment

And hold our heads alive,

Keeping upsides next to downsides

In the characters we drive

Detestable

There are things that I say, do, or don't do, that can just have me hate myself over and over again.
One of these things, in struggles between what is right and what is wrong, not only do I give up, but I run.
Because when there is no right answer, I suppose the only real wrong is to not answer at all.

I am pathetic,

Don’t deny this,

It’s true,

I stand in the shadows,

You don’t see me,

I don’t let you

You say you’re going to leave

Still, you don’t see me,

And I slip away, unnoticed,

I don’t stop,

I don’t persuade,

I don’t care;

But I do.

I care,

My actions fail to show this,

But I care

And they care,

You care,

But still you say this,

And I do nothing,

It’s not my actions that fail to help;

It’s me.

Waiting for the Rain to Fall

It's been far too long since it last rained. Granted, it snowed a whole lot, a couple of weeks back, and that's still lingering on the ground, but it's not the same. I miss the rain. It's nice. It works with writing, somehow. Now the weather's just still, and I find it hard to get my brain flowing. Anyway, I put some thoughts onto paper- I think the result has some issues with flowing, too, but hopefully that's something I can work on, at least. :)

The persistent sun breaks through the blind
And lights the notes I fail to write
I stare too solid at my pen
Until I'm waiting for the rain to fall again

I can rack my brain so hard
I'll feel my frontal lobe is scarred
So I'll forget the things I've said
And be left waiting for the rain to fall again

With the liquid pounding glass
I feel the words expand like gas
Forming clouds around my head
So my thoughts cannot be read

If I can't see things disconnect
Then I've nothing to correct
So I'll sit and carry on
Without a worry that the rain will stop

But the sun evaporates the fall
And throws its light upon us all
I can't relish this terrain
So I'm left waiting for the rain to fall again.

Do You Understand?

People seem to believe
Without an extra thought
That perfect means flawless

I prefer to believe
That the contrary is true
That perfect means problems

People should believe
With problems and shortcomings
That perfect means acceptance

I'd like you to believe
That if you accept what you are
Then perfect means you

Do you understand?

A Possible Renovation.

When something is broken, 

And you try to fix it, 

Trying to repair it, 

Any way you can. 

I think this Blog is a little broken.

So, how can I repair it, eh?

Honestly, I just don't see another part of this FanFic appearing, and I don't see why I should try to pretend that I'm going to write any more of it. Because I'm just not.
That's not to say I won't be writing any more, I'll just have to come up with something else to write.

So, to those of you who might be reading this, what do you think?
If what I was to be writing wasn't all so much as one story, but as random sections and scenes, would that still be readable/understandable?
Or if was to open up a couple of different stories, so when I'm all out of fuel on one, I could take a look at one of the others, standing by? (I suppose if I were to do that, I could have different sections and such within the Blog, for each story?)
Or both?
Too Complicated?

What do you think? Any opinions? Answers? Suggestions?