Mr. Scotty

Life is like a movie. Just like some are cast as extras simply to die in war scenes, and others to be murdered by psychopaths, or slain by monsters, some people are born to die- alive merely to suffer. How can you have a hero if there are no victims? How can the fortunate know they are if there are no unfortunate? How can you realize how precious life is if you never have someone close to you die? How can you realize that, even though you are sick, scarred, and weak, you are lucky to be winning against the disease without someone going through the same thing and losing? Just remember- though the meaning of your life may seem to be suffering, every bad thing you go through may keep someone else from having to endure it. Or it may be to help them appreciate what they have that much more.

You have let me down   Time and again   Mistakes, bad decisions    And committing sins   You have broken my heart   Time and again   All my flaws   You've pointed out   And filled my mind   With nothing but doubts   You have brought me to tears   Time and again   Dropped me to my knees   And ignored my pleas   You have brought me disappointment   Time and again   Through soul-searching and introspection   The answer has become clearer   This will be the last time   I look into the mirror

I am fear, the opposite of light.   I am that creature in darkness, and go bump in the night.   I take flight during peace, and take charge in the fight.   I am anger.   I well up inside you, until you burst.   I make you do things you usually wouldn't, and someone usually gets hurt.   I cause hypertension, ulcers, and animosity towards anyone around you.   I am a grudge.   I take life, I take happiness from those left behind.   I breed grudges just like me.   I am defeated only by the most courageous.   I am grief.   I remove logic, and replace it with thoughts of vengeance.   I destroy lives, as my brethren, grudges, do.   I am all that inspires you.   Look into your soul. What will you find?   I will be there, waiting for you.   Only the strongest may pass me by.   Only the strongest cause me to cry.   I cause the ...

                What the Hell was I thinking? Actually, I guess I wasn’t. At least, not with my brain. This girl told me that she was taking cryptozoology classes because she had always been interested and had seen Bigfoot when she was camping with her parents years ago. Something has to influence someone’s decision to earn a useless degree, right? Maybe she just hoped to get on the Discovery Channel one day or something. I don’t really know. I just know she was smoking hot. I’ll do anything for a tall blonde with big, um, eyes. Yeah. No matter how stupid it is.               Anyway, I was looking for something cool to do on a Wednesday night, hoping to find a decent flyer on the bulletin board in the Student Union. Poetry readings at the coffee house? No. Angry chick band at the Basement Bar? Hell no. Spanking it to internet porn in my dorm room...

Hello to whomever may be reading this. My name is Mr. Scotty. I am a husband and father. For years, I have struggled to find what I want to do with my life. I have a great deal of experience as a pharmacy technician. I do not like it, it doesn't pay the bills, and is a dead-end occupation. I have loved writing for quite some time, and finally decided to go for it. This is the jumping off point to hopefully launch the career I finally figured out that I truly want. I plan to fill these pages with stories, poetry, and commentaries that I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. Thank you for reading, and please come back. I plan to add content as much as time will allow without taking too much away from the important people in my life. God bless.