Chapter 2 Dylan
--God? You are kidding me! I say.
--Sean! What are you talking about? Wiro says. He has no idea what happened just like I do.
--OK! First! There are gods in the world. And there are many of them. Second, you two are like me. YOU ARE MIND-GODS. Sean says.
--Mind-god? You mean children f gods? Wiro asks.
--No! MIND-CHILDREN of gods!!! Sean says.
--Is there any different? I ask
--Of course there is. Mind-gods have their own parents. When gods travel around the world, they will find someone they like. Then they will transport some power to them. They won’t get any power because power has to born with them. So their kid will get powers. Their kids are call mind-god. There are children of gods too. Usually they are call half-god. Sean says.
--So you are telling me we have super powers? I ask.
--Yes! Now you have to wake you power. Dylan’s power is already wake up a little. Sean says. Wiro look confess. But I know what he is talking about.
--You are the mind- son of Yosanna. Goddess of message and information. Sean says
--So that’s why you are always the first one who know the news from office. Wiro look amazingly at me.
-- Yes! Dylan’s power is to get information. When it is fully awake .It is going to be powerful enough to just get big the school is by touching the ground. Sean smiles.
--Cool!! I say .I can’t wait for my power to wake up. I always wish I have some kind of super power. Now it finally comes true.
--And about Windrous. Your power seems to be really strong. I don’t know your mind-mom or dad yet Sean says. Wiro looks sad.
--Anyway. Let’s go to mind-god club. Sean says.
--Huh? Wiro looks weirdly at me.
--What’s that? I say.
--You will know soon. Sean says.
--Just tell me! I say. I feel angry. The anger is from nowhere. I am angry about confession. Then I feel a wave of power within in my body.
--God? You are kidding me! I say.
--Sean! What are you talking about? Wiro says. He has no idea what happened just like I do.
--OK! First! There are gods in the world. And there are many of them. Second, you two are like me. YOU ARE MIND-GODS. Sean says.
--Mind-god? You mean children f gods? Wiro asks.
--No! MIND-CHILDREN of gods!!! Sean says.
--Is there any different? I ask
--Of course there is. Mind-gods have their own parents. When gods travel around the world, they will find someone they like. Then they will transport some power to them. They won’t get any power because power has to born with them. So their kid will get powers. Their kids are call mind-god. There are children of gods too. Usually they are call half-god. Sean says.
--So you are telling me we have super powers? I ask.
--Yes! Now you have to wake you power. Dylan’s power is already wake up a little. Sean says. Wiro look confess. But I know what he is talking about.
--You are the mind- son of Yosanna. Goddess of message and information. Sean says
--So that’s why you are always the first one who know the news from office. Wiro look amazingly at me.
-- Yes! Dylan’s power is to get information. When it is fully awake .It is going to be powerful enough to just get big the school is by touching the ground. Sean smiles.
--Cool!! I say .I can’t wait for my power to wake up. I always wish I have some kind of super power. Now it finally comes true.
--And about Windrous. Your power seems to be really strong. I don’t know your mind-mom or dad yet Sean says. Wiro looks sad.
--Anyway. Let’s go to mind-god club. Sean says.
--Huh? Wiro looks weirdly at me.
--What’s that? I say.
--You will know soon. Sean says.
--Just tell me! I say. I feel angry. The anger is from nowhere. I am angry about confession. Then I feel a wave of power within in my body.
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired by Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired by Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
I don't believe you.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what you give me?
Why did you break up with me?
I don't understand.
You were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And you left me.
You abandoned me.
Why did you dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, you leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what you give me?
Why did you break up with me?
I don't understand.
You were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And you left me.
You abandoned me.
Why did you dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, you leave me.
Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?
I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.
When you hope,
You expect and wish,
You have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
You don’t want them killed,
Hope makes you stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to you in life,
Sometimes you need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
You and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire you heart out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
You know what you want,
Keep hoping till the END……
You expect and wish,
You have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
You don’t want them killed,
Hope makes you stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to you in life,
Sometimes you need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
You and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire you heart out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
You know what you want,
Keep hoping till the END……
