My Shame

                                                  Where does my shame come from?
                                                  Acts should be held with honor.

To neglect the praise and help the mourning.
Compassion will go through great migration
                                                                        in thick darkness to the beyond.

                                                                                                            Men of war host the present life
                                                                                         in night or day.
                                                  
                                                  They shouldn't obtain the sacred love
                       in depths of shame.

Kingdoms encourage the stone cold abyss..........................

Juniper

Needles

Somehow soft

Lovely scented berries born aloft

By the branches of the juniper tree

Surrounded by the sounds of nature

Writing in rhyming nomenclature

Under the branches of the juniper tree

As rays of sunshine filter through the canopy

The clouds pass by peacefully

Over the juniper tree
Laying on beds of needle and grass
Some people sitting
Just waiting for the time to pass
For the teacher to signal the end of class
Trying to find a comfortable seat
Amongst the rocks
And dry plant stalks
All around the juniper tree

A Lifelong Marathon

It always happens. Every. Single. Night. Without fail, and I just cannot, for the life of me, get it to stop. I've tried everything, but does any of it work? No, of course not. It never works for me, I get no help because I refuse to let it happen. Why can't I just let it go? Why do I do this to myself? To be honest, it's not just the night. It's constant. I can never run from it, no matter how much I want too. It's not something you can just escape from, we all learn that eventually. Some learn sooner than others.

 I don't even remember a time when I wasn't having to constantly deal with this. I just didn't have as much to deal with. At most, all it was was an ignorant bliss. As you get bigger, so do your problems. Back then, I thought there was just a big, scary monster under my bed. Now, there's monsters everywhere I look and I can't even get away from them when I close my eyes.

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She had been surrounded. There was no help for her. She made the decision to not fight, it was her choice. Instead, she chose to find a distraction; in her case, multiple distractions. She found solace in cheap booze and any drug she could find. It's surprising to see how many people would give a teenager liquor and a quick light. Not once did she go to her family and friends. Her thoughts blinded her, their words never reached her ears and hugs were meaningless. She couldn't run any longer. Soon, there weren't any thoughts at all and this time, when she closed her eyes, the monsters weren't there. For the first time, they never did return to her.

O' Coilean Reviews: LOGAN (James Mangold)

This was an awesome movie. I walked out of the theater not sure how I felt. My emotions were confused. I think it's time. Time to review this. This is going to be hard.

LOGAN was one of those "What the heck is going on?" action movies. It started off as a very confusing piece of work. This may be because it was inspired by a comic called, "Old Man Logan," which is very similar to the movie.

 In it, Logan goes with someone he used to know to deliver some precious cargo to somewhere. The endings were very different though. I won't spoil it. Let's just say that I have no idea how to feel about it. It was bitter sweet. There are some questions that remain.

Q: What exactly happened to the X-Men?
A: No Idea.

Q: How was Wolverine cloned?
A: Don't know.

Q: Will there be any answers?
A: No.

Questions like those linger throughout the movie. It gets kind of tiring.

On to the action. The action aspect of the movie is very... Prominent?
Eight out of ten scenes have blood, guts, or explosions. This is my kind of movie basically. The storytelling was told in the classic Marvel style. Almost like a comic.

My overall review of this movie is as follows.
"MOOSEN! I saw a flock of moosen! There were many of 'em. Many much, moosen. Out in the woods—in the woodes—in the woodsen. The meese want the food. Food is to eatenesen! THE MEESE WANT THE FOOD IN THE WOODENESEN! AND THE FOOD IN THE WOODYENESEN!"

Just realized that I typed the wrong thing. I meant to type this.
"Did I do that? I figured no. I wouldn’t have done that. But I was never sure, until two years later. Relax. I’m playing video games with this kid named Alex that we also went to high school with. Two years later, we’ve graduated by now. We’re playing video games for a couple hours, and then Alex says to me, "Hey, come here I want to show you something," and he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom. Never a good thing to have."

What I am trying to say is that this movie is to awesome for words. Solid 9/10 in my eyes.

The Big Brown Bear

The big brown bear
Is the king
Of the woods
In the spring
And in the summer
In the heat
And in the winter
In the sleet
And in the autumn
When the leaves have fallen
There he is
Among the trees
He does sit much
Eating berries
And such

Dear self

Dear self,
I would really
appreciate it if you
would kindly shut up
people always seem to stare
when I politely ask you to shush
maybe it's because they can't hear you
Isn't that a shame?

BBC Sherlock Review

          BBC has my favorite show named Sherlock that, as you would imagine, is about Sherlock Holmes. This show takes place in modern times where you follow Sherlock and John Watson around London investigating crime.
       
         The very first episode is reveals John Watson's life in the army, and why he came to London. One of Watson sees one of his old army friends and goes over to say hi. When they begin to talk, his friend brings up Sherlock, and says John should meet him.
       
         Watson enters Sherlock's lab and he takes John's phone. Just from simple scratch marks and names carved on the phone, Sherlock can read John's whole life. Of course, John was shocked and a little uncomfortable from this experience, so he asked Sherlock how he did it. Sherlock explains how each mark on the phone, and how John Watson was walking gave him clues.
       
          Sherlock invites John to come over to 221b Baker Street where the whole story really begins. Minutes after John comes in, Lestrade, a agent Sherlock is associated with, comes in to inform him of a possible suicide. Sherlock eventually reveals that the suicide was actually a murder, and it was linked to many other murders. To find out the end, you'll just have to watch.

The Eyes

The eyes 

Never blinking 

Always staring 

Searching but never finding 

     They see all 

     The sparkling eyes 

                                                                            The smile

                                                                            The safety

       They see all                                  

        The sadness in ones eyes                                                  

   The sacrifice

   The sorrowful

They see it all 

From the shadows

Of their shallow skins 

Speaking with one another 

With soft voices 

Should they strike 

Should they stay

Or should they disappear in the night

For they can only stare   

With their wondering eyes

The lost are lost 

Ever to wonder  

 But never to be found

                                        

Bush

I've seen many things in my life. I have felt the cool rain on my branches, and the wind moving me in every direction. The sun shining down on my green pines. The mountains before me, towering above the clouds. I wish I was a mountain, people would respect you. People run over me, and pull on my pines. Humans worship the mountains, but not the bushes. We get cut down and abused, the trees even more so. I wouldn't mind being a bird. soaring higher than the mountains. Free and agile.  Although I may be a home for rabbits, maybe even birds. I want to find my own home. Not be one.

Life and Paradise

We have triumphed

the salvation to have us blessed

The life realm behind us

the paradise ahead

But we have compassion

we are pure in heart

and we have the infinite spirit

that hath teemed

Only to be mowed back down

That won't stop us

we will exalt all honor

gather our allies

and go to the beyond

For we can become

the light of the world

If we can be merciful

we will become the inmates of paradise

Which hath taken many before us

but

it is still special to us.

RUMI

  Seeing the crowds, the horse was suffering. To obtain power, and a pure soul, he was cast into the sea; like a stone. He rose to the light of the world. With this, he regained strength, and found salvation in the golden world. He slowly gained trust, allies, and protectors. His life was fading, he was ready for the kingdom of heaven. As they mourned his life, they found refuge. As they sing to the lord, they were saved from darkness. They were blessed to have known this wonderful horse. He showed endless compassion, with endless love. And praised those who saved him. He was merciful to this migration, of lost souls. Humans seemed to be noble men and women, but kept choosing the wrong way of life. The infinite life dwells somewhere. The world was like the ocean, people mingled face to face and explored in the water. They were to be reborn. The Horse always thought there was a being that was all seeing , " To the beyond". that was the horse's last words " To the beyond". His last breathe, his last thoughts. To the beyond................

Beautiful night skies

I am just that little piece of bark, lonely piece of bark. Iv'e seen lots more burgers and noses than most pieces of bark have. I smell like vanilla; people love smelling me. Although most happen to just walk right past me. I am 371 years old and see about 50 people and animals a day. It's so depressing because I get to watch people laughing and having a blast. Yet I am just alone and have no friends. In fact I wish I had friends to play with and talk too. I've seen and felt so much snow, wind, ants, squrriels, hot sun, dark night skies, everything possible. I see animals fighting, playing, hunting, parenting, and even some animals doing animal business. I am a very brave little piece of bark, yet one things scares me. That one things is the sound of saw chopping fellows trees and pieces of bark. I don't exactly know what or who it is but I know that someday it will be what ends me.

       If I live to 372, I will see more people more animals and best of all more beautiful night skies.

Their Salvation

They gathered at my feet
I was their salvation
Their glorious leader
All of their virtues
Mine
They think of me as merciful
But, alas
They are wrong
I would crush them
If not for my country's praise
I am all-knowing
All-seeing
I am not compassionate
Or righteous
They are meek, timid mice
Easy to control
Even easier to take out of the picture

Annador, Chapter four

With a sigh, Willow opened her eyes, taking in the dull light glinting down on her from the grate above her head. For a moment, she almost smiled, forgetting where she was. Then, a second later, realization dawned upon her. Sitting straight up, Willow winced, pain searing down her spine. Next to the door, a small tray of food sat on the floor, glinting desolately against the pale wall. Groaning, she dragged herself over to it, and peered over its meager offerings. A small, red apple sat in one corner, next to a piece of bread, carrots, and a tiny bowl of broth.

Tentatively, Willow grabbed the bread, sniffed it, and broke off a piece. She dipped it in the broth, twisting it a little, trying to soak in as much of the watery liquid as she could. Holding her hand underneath the bread to catch the drips, she lifted it to her mouth, and bit off the part soaked in broth. It was relatively cold, so she guessed she had been asleep for at least an hour. The oily broth was not altogether vile, but it was certainly substandard compared to the broth she had been given in Annador. She ate ravenously, suddenly realizing how hungry she was. Soon, the broth was gone, and she shoved it aside. She picked up the small red apple, and cupped it in her fingers, which were once clean and as neat as a piano player’s, but were now dusted with ash and grime. A thin layer of dirt rimmed the inside of her nails, but at the moment, Willow didn’t care. She bit into the apple, embracing the tart juices that saturated her mouth. About three minutes later, she moved onto the carrots, gnawing through one after the other. Soon, she had finished, and she propelled the light tray against the the rough floor with a shove. Though she was not fully satisfied, she leaned back against the granular wall, and let her thoughts drift back to Daniel.

Willow ran through the tall grass, her beautiful sea-green dress fluttering above her knees. Daniel ran ahead of her, looking back every so often, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling with laughter. Soon, they reached the huge, willow tree in the corner of the field. It was beautiful, with sweeping bows draped with vines. Originally, Willow had been drawn to it just because of her name, and often sat in it’s shade. Now, she chased Daniel towards it, laughing happily. They ran around the tree, and nearly collided with a low hanging branch. Daniel ducked just in time, and Willow followed, crashing into him, with too much momentum to stop before plowing Daniel to the ground. She tumbled on top of him, and landed awkwardly on top of him, one of his broad shoulders jutting into her spine.

She turned her head to look up at him. A stray piece of grass stuck in his short hair. Willow grinned at him, and he smiled back, then reached a hand towards her and brushed a strand of copper hair from her face. His slim, perfect fingers lingered on her cheek.

“Willow…” Daniel began, catching her gaze. Willow rolled off his shoulder, and lay facing him. She flicked her eyebrows teasingly, and looked into his eyes.

“Yes, Daniel?” Daniel opened his mouth, then closed it again. In a swift movement, he leapt to his feet, and grinned down at her,

“Catch me if you can!” He ran off, and Willow quickly leapt to her feet, racing after him. The two raced back into the field, laughing.

Willow opened her eyes, staring mournfully at the barren cell. She was sure that if she spent much longer in there, she would risk lunacy. Though she dreaded seeing the king again, it would be a relief to be free of her dull, companionless alcove. Grumbling, Willow began running her fingers through her hair, trying to free the tangles from the coppery strands. She smiled, remembering how gently Daniel had brushed her hair aside.

“Oh Daniel. Where are you?” She whispered. Since the invasion there had been no word of Daniel. But, then again, how could there be? She would hardly be the first to know about anything going on outside her cell. Willow scowled. She wished she could be in Annador, helping her people. Instead she was stuck in a concrete cell, completely sealed off from the world. Why was she even in this cell? What did the King want from her? Apparently, she knew where it was. If only she knew what it was. With nothing to do, Willow sat against the wall, drifting quietly in and out of sleep for hours.

Willow woke with a gasp.

“Fire, Ice and Storm.” Willow murmured, “Fire? Ice, and Storm? Three… Fire, Ice, Storm. One, Two three. Three will come.” Willow looked around her. When she saw that the cell was empty, she sighed. “Just a dream.” Willow slowly rose to her feet. Though her legs ached miserably, she began to pace slowly around the room. “Fire.” Willow muttered. For seem reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her dream had been important. “Fire, Ice and Storm. Three will come.” She kept glancing at the far corner of her cell, as if waiting for something to appear from the shadows. Suddenly, she paused. “Willow, you’re going insane. That’s what’s happening. Look at you. You’re talking to yourself for Endria’s sake.”

This story will be continued of chapter five of Annador. Thanks for reading!

Falling

I watch people go by each day.
They don't notice me, but I notice them.
Eventually, I drop from my perch, my home.
I'm not scared, I'm just thinking...
I hope to survive what's to become, what's to happen.

La Malhora

My friend Kaelani called me one evening before dinner. She was sobbing as she told me that she and her husband Enrique were getting divorced. He had moved out of the house earlier that day and Kaelani was distraught.

I called my husband, who was on a business trip in Chicago, and he agreed that I should go stay with Kaelani for a few days to help her during this difficult time. I packed a small suitcase and got right into the car. It was late, and it would take me at least four hours to drive from my home to Sante Fe. Kaelani was expecting me to arrive around midnight.

As I traveled down the dark, wet highway, I kept feeling chills, as if someone or something were watching me. I kept looking in the rear view mirror, and glancing into the back seat. No one was there. Don't be ridiculous, I told myself, wishing fervently that I was home in my bed instead of driving on a dark, rainy highway. There was almost no traffic, and I heartily wished that I would soon reach Sante Fe.

I turned off the highway just before I reached the city, and started down the side roads that led to Kaelani's house. As I approached a small crossroads, I saw a woman step into the street directly in front of my car. I shrieked in fright and slammed on my brakes, praying I would miss her.

The car shuddered to a halt, and I looked frantically around for the woman. Then I saw her, right beside my window, looking in at me. She had the face of a demon, twisted, eyes glowing red, and short pointed teeth. I screamed as she leapt at my window, her clawed hands striking the glass. I put my foot down on the accelerator and the car leapt forward. For a few terrible moments, she ran along side the car, keeping up easily and striking at me again and again. Then she fell behind and in the rear view mirror I saw her growing taller and taller, until she was as large as a tree. Red light swirled around her like mist, and she pointed after me, her mouth moving though I could not make out the words. I jerked my attention back to the road, afraid what might happen to me if my car ran off the street.

I made it to Kaelani's house in record time and flung myself out of the car, pounding on her door frantically and looking behind me to see if the demon-faced woman had followed me. Kaelani came running to the door and let me in.

"Shut the door! Shut it!" I cried frantically, brushing past her into the safety of the house.

"Jane, what is wrong?" she asked, slamming the door shut. She grabbed my hand and led me into the living room. I sank onto the couch and started sobbing in fear and reaction. After several minutes, I managed to gasp out my story. Kaelani gasped and said: "Are you sure you were at a crossroads when you saw her?"

I nodded, puzzled by her question.

"It must have been La malhora," Kaelani said, wringing her hands.

"The bad hour?" I asked.

"This is bad, Jane. Very bad," Kaelani cried. "La Malhora only appears at a crossroads when someone is going to die."

Ordinarily, I would have laughed at such a superstition, but the appearance of the demon-woman had shaken me. Kaelani got me a cup of hot cocoa, brought my luggage in from the car, and sent me to bed. She was so concerned for me that she didn't once mention the divorce or Enrique.

I felt much better the next morning, but I could not shake the feeling of dread that grew within me all day. Neither of us mentioned La Malhora, but we were both thinking of her when I told Kaelani that I wanted to go home. Kaelani insisted on accompanying me. I flatly refused to drive after dark. I was afraid I would see the demon-woman again when I passed the crossroads.

We left the next morning, and we hadn't been home more than twenty minutes when a police car pulled into my driveway. I knew at once what it meant, and so did Kaelani.

The officers spoke very gently to me, but nothing could soften the news. My husband had been mugged on the way back to his hotel after dinner last night. His body had not been found until this morning. He had been shot in the head and was killed instantly.

Brody's Rumi

All-knowing
 All-seeing
  All-loving
The pure in heart
Mourn shall be entering a thick darkness
Lost in a dense forest
Leaving this world
All-knowing
The pure in heart is our virtue
I will sing.

Might be graphic. Just a warning.

Your parents have gone to bed, but you decided to stay up. As you watch your T.V. show (Tom and Jerry) a news report interups it. It said " There has been a break out at the science lab. A tank of experimental gas has exploded. We advise you stay inside at all times, and hunker down," the news lady says before the T.V. turns off.
For the first time you hear how loud the wind outside is. You get up and look outside to see a pink, purple, and red cloud forming. "It must be the gas," your brother says. He is an 18 year old, that loves his truck. "I need to go out."
 "NO! Dude you heard the news. It is the fricken apocalypse out there!" I said.
 "Listen just don't tell mom or dad. I'll be right back. I need to get the truck." Before I got a chance to answer he sprinted out the door. Your turn around to text Nick to see if he has seen the weather when you here you brother scream. You spin aroud to see you brother being mauled by a zombie. You are so scared you can only stare. Your parents rush down the stairs after hearing the screem, but after seeing there other son they could only stare too.
 After a couple seconds you see your brothers face peeking through a zombie's legs. Half of his face is missing skin.
 Three minutes go by. The zombies have left your brother, and he is just lying on the ground, but suddenly he starts to twich. Then he gets up. He starts to hobble towards you, when you can finally break your stare.
 As your brother gets closer you yell at your parents to get down. You do too. Nothing sems to happen. Till, SMASH. A window breaks above you. Shattered glass falls on you like rain. Your brothers hand reaching down at you. Out of terror you grab a baseball bat, stand up and swing with full power.
"Ahhhhh," your mom screems, "He is still your brother you cant do that to him."
"I'm just  toughening him up ." I smirked.........

Two Options

It had come down to these two scenarios. After all this time. After all the sweat, all the blood, all the tears, we had now been reduced to two options. Both of them good and bad for the same reasons. It's all about love and trust now. Who do I want more? Who do I need more? I have to let one go. This was always my worst fear, the moment I'd have to say goodbye. I knew it would be this way. I knew I'd have to do this eventually, but that didn't stop me from trying to avoid it. I have to be the one to say goodbye.

I never wanted to do this.

I have to do this.

I think I've always known the answer, I was just scared to admit it.

I choose you

I won't say goodbye, not to you.

Not today. Not ever.

The Esteemed Technique of Poofing

"One does not simply poof."- Poof the Wise

Hello friends! There are those of you among us who do not trust in the art of the poof and are skeptical of my wisdom; if that is you, leave now! Ok, now that it is only the faithful and the well concealed; let us begin. For the more uneducated of the subject in our lesson, this is poofing.

As soon as he stopped talking, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, he was gone! Seemingly from all around them, his voice echoed, saying;

Don't worry my friends, I'm perfectly fine. For those who were actually concerned, of course. You will learn to do this and more. But for now, you will only learn the beginning. If you wish to learn more, you will need to impress me. Now, if you are further interested in this... come back next week with five bucks. I'm sorry but a man needs to make a living somehow.

🍭 Candy 🍭

sugar
         sweet
                   with
                           a treat
                                     and also
                                               yummy in
                                                               the end
                                                                              but when you
                                                                                                     open that
                                                                                                                     delicious treat
                                                                                                you will meet
                                                                                    and you will
                                                                          see the
                                                                    best
                                                            thing
                                                      you
                                               have
                                     EVER
                              had!

Rap

Yo, Snoop Dog Jo in the housie house. 'Bout to drop some killer beats on y'all. Let's go.

      Some people are afraid to turn on the radio and change the station. Gotta explain that I'm not afraid because I got a raise at my uncle's thrift store. Gotta say my favorite month is April 'cause I saw a freight train runnin' in a straight line. Ya, ya runnin' in a straight line, ya, ya.

      I'm so sad, 'cause I got laid off of my job. They said I wasn't able to trace a sleigh and I wasn't the right height to get a payment.

      And last at daybreak I yelled I had a relation to a turtle.

      Thanks y'all for listening to Snoop Dog Jo's new single. Be watchin' out for a new one. Later.

Rumi Inspired

Today, I triumphed like a stone. In other words, I did nothing. Mourning for salvation, I dwell in an abyss of helplessness. A realm of meaningless praise and compassion. A dense longing to make a difference surfaces more and more everyday. A merciful thought saying 'migrate from the realm'. Mingling with another person, I obtain a grin. A fake grin, but a grin nonetheless. Perhaps tomorrow I will triumph over this spell that holds me here.

Probably not, but perhaps.

Infinite Perfection

golden paradise
      a vast forest
            beyond heaven
                  sacred water
            call to peace
      reborn with honor
infinite perfection

A New Life, My Dear

My dear, you will enter the rebirth
You will go to the kingdom of beyond
You will triumph gloriously
You will be blessed and honored
And you will forever dwell on your former life
You will praise the god
You will devote your life to him
My dear your suffering will end
You will mourn to see your family disappear
But my dear, you will be reborn
You will be cast into the sea of darkness
You will be seized by the clouds of heaven
You will loose everything you once had
But, my dear, you will have a new life
A better life
You will flourish and live
You will forever be elated
And my dear, you will miss us
And we will miss you
But you will gain a life of freedom

A life for yourself.

Rumi Poem

Disciplines of the Lord,

Blessed are you who are righteous

For you who exalt in the Lord

Will not fall into the realm of dark abyss.

Hosts and chariots of evil will fall before your feet,

And you will be triumphed 

For with the Lord you shall find infinite salvation and mercy.

Through your virtue 

You shall attain the Kingdom of God.

Wherein dwells the Lord,

The deepest depths of love will be reached.

Do not mingle with evolving to become like someone else,

But discover in the depths of your heart,

Your true self 

And the compassion that is the Lord. 

When that compassion is reached 

You will uncover your true self

For compassion is human nature,

The Lord is compassion

And as it was written,

"He created us in his image and likeness."

Therefore, stay upright

Do not be mown down by inmates of evil,

Seek truth

For you will find refuge in the Lord, 

Who has infinite power

And his radiant love will shine upon you,

And you who dwell in the Lord,

Will enter the Kingdom of God.  

Masked

I have to stay hidden.
Keep my secret hidden.
My bangs cover my gem.
 But that isn't the worst part.
The worst part was hiding.
Hiding in fear.
Fear of what happens next.
         Fear of them.
                   Fear of what they'll do.
Afraid for my family.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's back track.

I'm sitting on the grass. My long red hair flowing behind me. This was before.

   Before my troubles began.

                     Before I became a human science project.

                                       Before I died.

Grandpa

Dear Grandpa,
I'm so happy you could be with me every year you could.

Dear Grandpa,
I wish you could still be here.

Dear Grandpa,
All those times that you picked us up with a smile on your face and a skip in your step.

Dear Grandpa,
The times that you sat in your favorite chair and droned on. We took that for granted.

Dear Grandpa,
You were the person who was there to pick me up when i fell down.

Dear Grandpa,
I wish I could have said goodbye.

Dear Grandpa,
Why did you have to leave?

Dear Grandpa,
Everyone keeps saying you are still in our memory.

Dear Grandpa,
I will never be able to see the wrinkles that found the edges of your eyes when you smiled. The gleam in your eye, full of life.

Dear Grandpa,
Goodbye.

A Post Written Only In WIng Dings. (With Translation)

👎︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♒︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♋︎ ⧫︎♏︎❒︎❒︎♓︎♌︎●︎♏︎📪︎ ⍓︎♏︎⧫︎ ■︎♋︎⧫︎◆︎❒︎♋︎●︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎. ☜︎❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎□︎■︎♏︎ ♒︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎⬧︎ ♓︎⧫︎📪︎ ♌︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ □︎■︎●︎⍓︎ ♍︎♏︎❒︎⧫︎♋︎♓︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ♋︎ ●︎♓︎❖︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♌︎♏︎♓︎■︎♑︎. ☜︎❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♎︎♓︎♏︎⬧︎. 💣︎♏︎📪︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📪︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎❒︎⬧︎📪︎ ♌︎●︎♋︎♍︎&︎ ♒︎□︎●︎♏︎⬧︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ◆︎■︎♓︎❖︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎♏︎📪︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ●︎♓︎♐︎♏︎. ☠︎□︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎. ☞︎□︎❒︎♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎ ♓︎⬧︎ □︎■︎●︎⍓︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♓︎●︎●︎◆︎⬧︎♓︎□︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♏︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎&︎♏︎♍︎⧫︎ □︎■︎⧫︎□︎ ❒︎♏︎♋︎●︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎. 💧︎□︎❍︎♏︎ ⬥︎♋︎♓︎⧫︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♋︎⬧︎ ♓︎♐︎ 👎︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♒︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♋︎■︎ □︎●︎♎︎ ♐︎❒︎♓︎♏︎■︎♎︎ ♍︎□︎❍︎♏︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ⧫︎♏︎♋︎. 💧︎□︎❍︎♏︎ ❒︎◆︎■︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎♓︎❒︎ ●︎♓︎❖︎♏︎⬧︎📪︎ ●︎♓︎&︎♏︎ 👎︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♒︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎⬧︎⧫︎ □︎♐︎ ♋︎●︎●︎. ☹︎♓︎♐︎♏︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⬧︎♒︎□︎❒︎⧫︎📪︎ ♌︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♐︎♏︎♏︎●︎⬧︎ ❍︎◆︎♍︎♒︎ ●︎□︎■︎♑︎♏︎❒︎. ❄︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♒︎□︎⬥︎ ✋︎ ♐︎♏︎♏︎●︎ ♋︎♌︎□︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎⬥︎♋︎⍓︎⬧︎. ❄︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ◻︎♒︎♓︎●︎□︎⬧︎□︎◻︎♒︎♓︎♍︎♋︎●︎ ◻︎□︎⬧︎⧫︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ♌︎●︎□︎♑︎. ✋︎


Translation:

(Death is a terrible, yet natural thing. Everyone hates it, but it is the only certain thing for a living being. Everything dies. Me, you, stars, black holes, the universe, and life. Nothing is forever. Forever is only an illusion that we project onto reality. 
Some wait for it as if Death is an old friend who has come for tea. 
Some run for their lives, like Death is the landlord come for rent when you are bankrupt. 
Life is short, but it feels much longer. That is how I feel about it anyways. There is my philosophical post for this blog. I needed to get that off my shoulders.) 

P.S.The computer I was using shut down! I think that it saw me getting philosophical and was like 

Rumi

Mourning, I pour out my endless righteousness.

In my former life, I cast out my salvation a diverse way.

I acquired wild power beyond belief.

Now I strive in the depths of my soul.