ASURA

GMU Application

2012-09-06T17:37:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZpwnhvp8jg&feature=plcp

Final Reflection

2012-06-03T16:57:00.001-07:00

I have thoroughly enjoyed the time I have spent in creative writing. It is a very relaxed class, well suited for creative minds. I will preserve many of my writings for future observations. I will continue to write in my free time just for the pure pleasure of it. I wish the best for your class Mrs. Dowling and thank you for all the help throughout the school year.

Betrayal

2012-06-03T16:52:00.001-07:00

Crimson tears stain my cheeks My face an obsolete mask of dismay You stabbed me with a knife But your words cut deeper

The Falcon and the Lion

2012-06-03T16:46:00.000-07:00

The Falcon soared gracefully through the sky, left only with his serene thoughts of tranquility and peace. The Falcon was known and the uncontested king of the sky. No one dared to challenge his ferocity and speed. But there was a jealous Lion, king of the land. He could not stand that there was any animal that could stand above him, he wanted to be the king of kings and one day challenged Falcon to a fight to the death. “Falcon!” Lion roared. “Let us end this battle for the supreme throne! And Let me prove once and for all that I am the true king of all animals!” Falcon glided absentmindedly towards Lion, “I care not for your ambitions. I warn you now, if you leave you can keep your life, but if you remain here I shall slay you where you stand for disturbing me,” Falcon said. Lion roared in fury and pounced at Falcon, who easily avoided his claws. Lion clawed and clawed but was not swift enough to land single blow on Falcon. “I warned you!” Falcon asserted, ascending higher into the sky. Then Falcon began to plunge to the ground and swiped at Lion every time he flew above him. Soon Lion lay on the ground, crimson blood staining his one magnificent mane. At the sight of this Falcon landed next to him and began to devour his decomposing corpse, and thus became king of the land and sky. The moral of the story is only the strongest survive.

Shadow

2012-06-03T16:43:00.001-07:00

"I am a shadow, A creature of your creation. For there cannot be darkness without light"

Balance

2012-06-03T16:40:00.001-07:00

"As long as there is love, There will always be hate"

Rain

2012-06-03T16:39:00.000-07:00

"The pouring rain, Cleansing me of the worries of the day"

Twilight

2012-06-03T16:37:00.000-07:00

"This is the world we live in, where demons wear the mask's of angels and assimilate within the confines of our society, spreading their corrupt beliefs, destroying the lives of countless innocents, and yet they avoid divine judgement, escape the plunge to they icy depths of hell, for there is no God"

Tragedy

2012-06-03T16:33:00.001-07:00

"Tragedy has befallen them yet again, Throwing them into the lion's den, The bane of love is malady, Separating them from their destiny"

Journal entry 5

2012-06-03T16:29:00.003-07:00

"Monsters aren't born, they're created"

Journal entry 4

2012-06-03T16:28:00.002-07:00

"It's easier to apologize than to ask for permission"

Journal entry 3

2012-06-03T16:27:00.002-07:00

"And the gears begin to turn, setting in motion a future still yet unknown"

Journal entry 2

2012-06-03T16:26:00.004-07:00

"The dreams of today are different from the dreams of tomorrow"

Journal entry 1

2012-06-03T16:25:00.001-07:00

"The Jester laughs on his throne, unaware of his delusion of grandeur"

Check it out if you value your life

2012-03-20T18:52:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1qDqMHbJ5g&context=C4de05b1ADvjVQa1PpcFM2vAK4uLzF3JxQvi-HAlO3PybA2avmNMM%3D

Reflection

2012-03-20T14:35:00.000-07:00

I liked the poetry section of this part of the year. It was simple and interesting, just my style. The coffee house was also a new experience as well.

Angel Dust

2012-03-20T14:34:00.000-07:00

Within the crater lay a magnificent creature. It was in the shape of a man but its skin was the color of silver. He seemed weak and thin, as if he hadn't eaten in days. I saw what seemed to be a fragment of the end of a trident deeply embedded in his stomach. A strange blue fluid seeped flowingly from the wound. He had one silver wing attached to its side, the other seemed to of been severed off. His hair was long and lustrous, and was as white as newly fallen snow. He was dressed in white robes that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. In the center of his robes was an extravagant symbol of a cross placed within a halo. On his fingers were many rings, an amazing assortment of beautiful gems and gold, making his already bright silver hands seem even more dazzling. He was breathing heavily and appeared to be in great pain. I could hear him moan in distress. Then he cocked his head toward me and gazed upon me. His eyes were the color of the azure sky, and were equally as immense. His face was sullen from grief. I tensed up because of his stare.
Is that an angel? They exist?
“Can you see me mortal?” the angel moaned softly.
I froze, not certain of how I should respond. In realization that I was wasting time , I took a deep breath and bravely stepped forward. “ Yes, I can see you,” I said trying to exert confidence through my voice.
The angel began violently coughing, more of the strange blue liquid came flying out of his mouth. After he stopped coughing and stabilized himself he rambled, “How can this be? Humans should not be able to look upon us angels. What is your name boy?”
I hesitated before answering, “I am Asura Rain, What's your name? And what happened to you, if you don't mind me asking.”
The angel began laughing then replied. “Asura? Interesting, that might explain some things. I am the angel Amitiel. As for why I am in this predicament, it is because I have been forsaken. I have gone against God. And in turn he has struck me down and threw me here so I can wither away in the world of mortals.”
Why did he think my name was so funny?Wait what?! There's a God?! Crap! Well maybe he doesn't know I'm an atheist. Dang it Charles Darwin and Richard Dawkins! Why must your arguments make so much sense?!
I regained my composure from my momentary deviation from the situation at hand then asked, “What did you do to be punished?”
“I found the truth.”
“What truth?” I stuttered becoming even more interested.
“The truth must be sought, I will not just hand it to you. This is a cruel world, where we have all been deceived. Nothing is as it seems.”
“But can't you tell me a bit more?” I questioned hoping to get more information out of the dying angel.
The angel turned its attention away from me and gazed up at the stars and absentmindedly said “So this world has stars as well?” Then once again he began coughing the blue liquid, this time covering his mouth with his hand.
What?
“Shouldn't you know that? I thought God created everything? Something like stars shouldn't be a surprise to you, and is that blue stuff your blood,” I inquired.
“Yes this is my “sanguis” the blood of divine beings,” Amitiel said completely ignoring my first question. “We are very different from humans, we look similar but do not assume that our bodies work in the same manner.” He hissed looking at me with a condescending glare.
“I guess it's a pretty big insult to be compared to a human.”
He answered, “ It would be like comparing a lake to an ocean, the difference is substantial.”
Well jeez, aren't you full of yourself? Wait! What was he talking about when he meant the truth? Crap, he completely changed the subject.
“Wait, What do you mean by the truth?” I blurted disregarding being courteous at this point in our conversation.
“Would you want to know even if it meant giving up all that you have? Never being able to go back to your life as it is now ever again? You chose to live the rest of your life aware of the unmerciful truth, then live in blissful ignorance? ”
I have nothing to lose, what do I have? Nothing. Of course I want this!
I quickly replied “Yes.”
The angel looked back upon me again, his expression different from the previous despairing one, he almost seemed interested. “Then come before me Asura Rain! And hurry! I do not have much time left in this world!” He barked.
I started cautiously walking over to him, startling myself when I accidentally stepped on a fallen branch which made a loud crackling sound. I got over the temporary shock and moved forward until I was face to face with the angel. Amitiel had risen and gotten out of the crater. He stood still and peered into my eyes again. I tensed up, this time because of fear and anticipation.
“I hope you do not regret this choice one day, You shall face many hardships filled with suffering and grief. But it will all be in search of the truth.” After saying this Amitiel's eyes began to burn brighter and brighter. I could not turn away from his enticing eyes, until finally I was blinded by the light that equaled the intensity of the scorching sun. I began to fade, fade out of consciousness.
What's....What's going on?
The last thing I heard was, “I have given you the tools to find the truth, now search for it.” After hearing that I faded to black.
I later awoke beside the crater, Amitiel was no where to be found. Where he once stood was a pile of ash, slowly beginning to wane due to the light breeze. I got up from the cold ground and looked around. I could see nothing but the trees and bushes. I was dizzy and my head ached. I felt alone, and worse than that I felt the same as I always have.
Nothing happened, I'm still the same. I don't feel any different than usual.
I started shuffling back towards the road through the forest, being overly cautious. I carefully moved aside branches, preventing them from swatting me in the face. I finally made it out of the forest and started running back home.
Well I'm not sure if I should be disappointed or excited. I mean that was amazing, I met an angel! But, I have nothing to show for it.
When I got back to the house, I turned over the door map and picked up the hidden key our mom left there for emergencies and quietly entered the house. I took my shoes off and threw them into the closet, then went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk. While I was taking a sip I glanced towards the clock that hung over the stove which read “1:12 AM.” I was so shocked that I started chocking on the milk. I carefully cleared out my throat, and poured the rest of the milk down sink drain.
It's so late! Mom's going to kill me in the morning!
Exhausted and mad I began trudging towards my room. I was too tired to take a shower so I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I let the water run awhile to let it heat up. When I thought the temperature was right I splashed it on my face, wiping away the sweat and grime. I wiped myself dry with my Spongebob towel and tip toed silently into my room, careful not to wake anyone. I stripped out of my dirty clothes and put on some fresh ones, then jumped into bed. As soon as I cocooned myself in my blanket, I fell asleep.

Fragile

2012-03-20T14:29:00.001-07:00

Lips Of Poison
Heart Of Black
Relentless Inferno
Incinerating All That I Am

My Funeral

2012-03-20T14:27:00.000-07:00

A Lover's Embrace
Together But Are Not One
Gone In A Flash
The Truth Is Always Hidden
Funeral Casket Uncovered

Ocean Blue

2012-03-20T14:26:00.000-07:00

Tranquil Sapphire Sea
Morbid Crimson High Tides
Shark Lurking In Wait

Stain

2012-03-20T14:25:00.001-07:00

Floating Butterflies
Rancid yellow dismal skies
Flowers without life

Reflection

2011-12-16T19:11:00.000-08:00

More then anything creative writing class has given me the time to actually write. It is interesting to see what I am capable of writing and the amazing stories I can produce. I hope to improve my writing in the days to come, making sure that my newest work is better than the last.

Fleeting Memories

2011-12-16T19:08:00.000-08:00

The deafening screams of grenades exploded all around me. I lay there on the war scarred ground starring up at the ashen sky. My breathing was beginning to speed up. I knew I was running out of time. I quickly glanced towards my blood covered leg. The pain from the shrapnel that was lodged in my knee was unbearable, almost as if my entire being was burning. I writhed on the ground and began to fade out, glancing once more at my ill fated surroundings, catching a glance at a German tank patrolling an area not too far from me.
I guess this is it. This is death.
I felt the icy hands of death grab hold of me, almost taking me, until I was reawakened by a painful slap to the face. I gloomily opened my eyes to the sight of my best friend and comrade, Jason. Jason was the pure essence of an American Soldier, perfectly built, brave and courageous. His uniform was stained with mud and dust but I could not see any wounds inflicted upon him. The only thing he was missing was his helmet, which probably fell off in the chaos of war.
He stared at me with tired eyes and said, “You can’t die yet. Don’t forget who you would be leaving behind if you did.”
Who I’d leave behind?
And at that moment memories began to flood through me. The starry night spent under the oak tree holding hands, like to puzzle pieces finally finding their match. The harsh winters spent holding each other when the fire went out. The beautiful snow white dress and the binding kiss that finally united us as one. And lastly our newly born baby girl, Neva.
Finally realizing where I was, I grabbed Jason's outstretched hand. This wasn't the first time Jason saved my life. As children he would always be the one rescuing me from bullies or fighting off stray dogs that randomly decided to attack me. He was one of the reasons why I even joined the army.
Who doesn't want to be like their hero?
“Thanks,” I muttered to him. But he was not able to hear me over the screaming of gun fire that was all around us.
But Jason wasn't even paying any heed to what I was saying I just observed the wound on my leg in a disheartened manner. Then without any hesitation he ripped off the sleeve of his gray army uniform and tightly bandaged it around my leg. I winced with pain as he did it but I tried not to show it.
“Well that should hold you up for now,” he began to say. “But it won't last. We need to take you back to a medic.”
I turned warily towards the direction of our base, only seeing a line of pain and destruction. The battle that occurred there had ceased but the evidence of the battle still remained. Countless American and Nazi soldiers lay scattered across the ground, their blood all pooling into a crimson sea. I let out a deep sigh. “Hey, tell me why I joined the army again?” I joked.
“I think it was because Charlotte said you looked sexy in a uniform.”
For a moment we laughed carelessly, forgetting all the mayhem that imprisoned us. It reminded me of the jovial summers we spent together, fighting, drinking, hitting on women. But that illusion was easily shattered by the sudden violent shaking of the ground caused by artillery fire near by.
“We need to leave,” Jason shot out. I tried to take a step forward but my leg gave out on me half way, causing me to fall towards the ground. But before I did Jason caught me. “Just lean on me, we don't have time.”
I immediately obeyed, and we slowly crept towards our base. We traveled behind any objects we could find to shield us from the view of any enemy snipers. But I was quickly beginning to get tired from exhaustion. My shrapnel infected leg was already completely limp and at this point Jason was basically carrying me towards the base. I could hear the sound of gun fire getting closer and closer. Soon the enemy would make any assault on our base, killing us along with it.
I'm just slowing Jason down. He has to leave me. I don't want him to die for me.
“Jason,” I spluttered, pulling back my arm from him. “Go.” I didn't even dare to look at his face. I just prayed that he would listen to my wish, but Jason never listens to what I say.
He just stood there, glowering at me with his fierce blue eyes. And then he did the unexpected. He tightly balled up his fists and clobbered me right across the face, causing me to spit out blood.
“Never say something like that again. Do you understand?” He ordered. “I would never leave my best friend. What kind of person do you think I am?”
Tears began to fill my eyes. “Sorry,” I whispered and began to put my arms back over him.
But then my life changed forever, all because of the sudden appearance of a tiny metal object. It came from behind us and landed on the ground with a small thud. Those few seconds seemed to last a life time. Jason quickly shoved me to the ground and hurdled determinedly towards the grenade, jumping right on top of it. And then time stood completely still. Jason calmly peered into my eyes, slowly mouthing the words, “I'm sorry,” And then with a boom, my best friend was reduced to nothing but a splat of blood on my cheek.
The explosion left me almost deaf but I knew where they would be coming from. Armed with only a small light machine gun I began to fire, screaming insanely as I did. I did not know whether or not I was actually hitting anyone, but I didn't care, I just kept shooting. But soon I was out of rounds and could only hear the clicks of an empty gun as I pulled the trigger.
He's gone....he's gone....he's....dead..
I felt the harsh recoil as a bullet drove right through my shoulder, causing me to collapse to the ground. I breathed heavily, fighting my pained filled body from going unconscious. I surveyed helplessly for a weapon, but as soon as a shadow passed over me I knew it was too late.
The Nazi solider looked malevolently down towards me, his pistol aimed directly at my head. “sterben amerikanische,” he laughed as his finger began to slowly pull the trigger.
In those few moments my entire life played out in front of me. The life that was soon to be stolen away. I thought about my beautiful wife that was about to be widowed. My adorable daughter who would have to grow up without the love and guidance of a father. And my best friend who was waiting for me at Death's Gate.
“Pull the trigger you scum!” I howled in fury.
This is life. This is war. This is hell.
Bang!

Crimson Lullaby

2011-12-16T19:07:00.000-08:00

Her crimson hair gleamed in the evening light of the sun, flowing like a sea of roses. She stared apathetically at the gated fence that surrounded her, not letting the prison walls stop her silky white skin from reveling in the comfort of the sunlight. Today was her 17th birthday. The 2nd one spent behind bars, though to her this place was no different than her home back in New York. Only the strong survive. That was the rules of the streets, no the rules of life.
In the distance she watched as one of the patrol guards, officer Chandly, headed over towards her. He was a stick of a man, barely a shred of muscle on him. But he was a good person and that is why he was able to survive in this hell hole of a prison. “Care free as always, huh Scarlet?,” he asked aloud.
“Life’s too short, gotta enjoy every second of it,” she answered mysteriously.
“That’s funny coming from someone in prison. Whatever, the Warden wants to see you.”
Scarlet let out a small smirk. “Maybe he wants to say happy birthday.”
“You wish,” Officer Chandly laughed. “Follow me.”
Scarlet and the guard began to head off into the interior of the prison, avoiding the small groups of thugs as best as they could. Everyone watched as they passed by, looks of fear and disgust plastered onto their faces.
“Maybe that witch is getting executed.” One of the prison girls announced, looking to her friends for support. But they all backed away from her, glancing towards Scarlet once more.
“Shush! What if she hears you?” one of them squeaked.
As Scarlet passed by them she let out a loud laugh, merrily looking into the eyes of the group of girls. “You silly vermin would love it if I was gone, wouldn’t you?” Scarlet suddenly asked.
The girls all went into a deadly silence. Sweat beading down the brow of the girl that suggested the execution. “Oh Scarlet, you know we were just kidding,” she mumbled, not daring to look into her eyes.
Before Scarlet was able to answer Officer Chandly grabbed her arm. “No trouble today,” he warned. Without a word they traveled the five minutes down the miserable halls of the jail to the office of the warden. The door squeaked as they entered the room, revealing the fat portly man they addressed as the Warden. He was a corrupt and obnoxious man, always stinking of cigarettes and whiskey.
He dared to peer into the elegant cloudy gray eyes of Scarlet with his loathsome beady black charcoals and let out a grunt of irritation. “You may leave Chandly,” he barked. “You!” he shouted, pointing at Scarlet. “Sit.”
“Polite as always,” Scarlet puffed, sitting heavily on the rickety old chair across from the Warden, waving to Officer Chandly as he left. “Now what do you want to talk about chief? If you wanted to give me a birthday cake you could have sent it to my cell. Would of saved you a lot of trouble.”
The warden found no humor in the joke. “There is someone here for you,” he puffed. And then a man emerged from the shadows of the room behind him, previously invisible to the naked eye. Scarlet was shocked beyond comprehension but she would never allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing it on her face.
The man was dressed in a clad black suit, tightly fitted on his muscular body. His eyes were cold and black; Scarlet could feel his loathsome glare. He slowly lifted the sleeve of his suit revealing a tattoo of a pyramid with an Egyptian eye in the middle. “I found you Scarlet,” he wheezed with a cruel smile.
Scarlet let out a deep sigh. “Took you long, I thought you might have forgotten about me.”

Journals

2011-12-16T19:03:00.000-08:00

Mind

"The mind is a sanctuary and an asylum"
-ASURA

Wisdom

"The pen in which I write with contains all the wisdom salvaged from the bloodshed of others"
-ASURA

My Revenge

"I don't forgive and forget,
I pretend and remember"
-ASURA

Memories

"Such sweet memories,
Dawning upon me,
The curtain closes,
Why must it end?"
-ASURA

Time

"Time will decay all things except for man's folly"
-ASURA