Post by Cole Bartlet on Nov 19, 2008 20:09:21 GMT -5
Cole was having one of his days. He really was not in a great mood at all. Before he left for the lake he had changed into some of his clothes from home. He had pretty well snapped at anyone who had tried to talk to him while he was on the way out. He had thrown on a pair of black cargo pants with a chain hanging on them and a black t-shirt. Cole was just out of the door when he realized he forgot a jacket to keep him warm. He stormed back inside and angrily threw on a black zip up hoody with a white wing design down the back and on the back of his sleeves. He never even bothered to zip it up all the way. He hastily grabbed his worn leather backpack where he knew everything he could need this afternoon. He didn't bother to stop for anyone but rather continued to storm away. Nobody really cares around here...I bet they wouldn't even remember if I left the school now... Cole thought. With that in mind he pulled his hood up and retreated even farther into his thoughts and attitude. If anyone comes to talk to me they had better do it once I am calm... Cole thought.
Before he knew it the lake was coming into view. Nothing relaxed him more than just sitting in nature and thinking. Cole just had a lot on his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl he had met, but even worse he couldn't stop being jealous of the other guy. Cole knew Jason and Delilah weren't a couple but he was incredibly afraid that this was a battle that he wouldn't come out on top of. Cole was getting more and more mad. As he neared the lake however he began to calm down. By the time he was close to the trees his mind was clear already. It couldn't hurt him to stick around though. Cole slowed his walk as he entered through the trees.
Cole finally made his way down to the lake side and began to search for a good place to sit and reflect. He walked around for a little while starting to get frustrated with his inability to find a place to sit. He could hear the crunch of his feet pacing along the ground when finally he came across a large rock that looked perfect to sprawl out on. Cole approached the rock and jumped up without any hesitation. There he just let his body go limp over it and lay with his limbs completely stretched out on top of it. Cole felt his muscles instantly loosen up and relax. As he felt the sun warm him, he found that his back was still rather cool from the rock. This is the perfect spot.... Cole thought. There was nothing like a afternoon spent just lying around and thinking without anyone else around. However his thoughts from before continued to return to him. Slowly his rage began to return and he suddenly found himself right where he had started.
Cole lay there for what felt like an eternity. In reality it had only been about a half hour. Finally he decided to get up and find a way to let out all of his pent up emotions. Lying around had helped him to relax a lot already but he still had to get some things out. He got up and walked to the edge of the lake. He then began to pick out his thoughts one by one. For each thought he had he assigned it to a stone. He picked up a stone for each thought and proceeded to throw it as hard as he could into the lake trying to skip it and make it go as far from him as he possibly could. His eyes stared coldly at the water. There was still a lot of anger in him and he really just wanted to hit something hard to get rid of all of it. Cole was in a mood that he just could not seem to shake no matter how hard he tried. What he really needed right now was either music to be playing or to write a song. He knew exactly what he needed and decided to make it happen as best he could. He went back to the rock he had been lying on and decided to lean against it at this point.
He took his backpack off of his back and set it down beside the spot he was going to sit. He reached into his bag and pulled out the three things he would need to write a song. His parchment, his quill, and his ink. Cole's thoughts began to come out faster and faster. He ran his hand through his hair almost anytime he got a little bit stuck when writing his lyrics. It was a tedious process but if he wanted it to be perfect once he was done he knew he had to undergo the whole writing process. He wrote as if that was the only thing in the world. Scratching out what wasn't good enough and replacing it with what was in his mind a thousand times better. He continued to write. Anyone watching would have deemed him mad or just enjoyed the whirlwind going on around him. It was impossible for anyone to follow what had been written aside from Cole. He understood every single stroke of ink perfectly. He understood it in a way so intimate that words couldn't begin to describe it. This song was his own soul bared to anyone who would read this paper. Cole pulled another piece of paper out and began to copy from the first piece. He copied it so he could share it with the people who were close to him. When Cole had finished he had a sheet of paper with a song. It read:
His song was completed. He read it over a few times to be sure he actually liked what he had written. He was still feeling the same rush that had overtaken him when he had been writing however. Cole knew once it faded away he would feel a lot better. It's one of the most honest things I have written... Cole though. He packed up his things very solemnly and just let the rush coarse through him. After writing his song Cole knew that he was in a war mode. He was all revved up but he didn't know where to put it. It was driving him insane not being able to do anything but thats why he wrote, and thats why he took off for the lake.
Cole's heart and mind had completely stopped racing when he heard a loud snap. Cole began looking into the brush. He was revved up and ready to go. "Is there anyone there?" He shouted. Cole's dark eyes narrowed as he scanned the area around him. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Oh well..." Cole muttered to himself. Suddenly he heard the sound of trees moving. He franctically looked around some more trying his best to pinpoint where the noises were coming from. Finally he heard footsteps behind him. Cole was almost afraid to look but then thought about the possibilities. He turned and looked only to see someone standing there.
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Before he knew it the lake was coming into view. Nothing relaxed him more than just sitting in nature and thinking. Cole just had a lot on his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl he had met, but even worse he couldn't stop being jealous of the other guy. Cole knew Jason and Delilah weren't a couple but he was incredibly afraid that this was a battle that he wouldn't come out on top of. Cole was getting more and more mad. As he neared the lake however he began to calm down. By the time he was close to the trees his mind was clear already. It couldn't hurt him to stick around though. Cole slowed his walk as he entered through the trees.
Cole finally made his way down to the lake side and began to search for a good place to sit and reflect. He walked around for a little while starting to get frustrated with his inability to find a place to sit. He could hear the crunch of his feet pacing along the ground when finally he came across a large rock that looked perfect to sprawl out on. Cole approached the rock and jumped up without any hesitation. There he just let his body go limp over it and lay with his limbs completely stretched out on top of it. Cole felt his muscles instantly loosen up and relax. As he felt the sun warm him, he found that his back was still rather cool from the rock. This is the perfect spot.... Cole thought. There was nothing like a afternoon spent just lying around and thinking without anyone else around. However his thoughts from before continued to return to him. Slowly his rage began to return and he suddenly found himself right where he had started.
Cole lay there for what felt like an eternity. In reality it had only been about a half hour. Finally he decided to get up and find a way to let out all of his pent up emotions. Lying around had helped him to relax a lot already but he still had to get some things out. He got up and walked to the edge of the lake. He then began to pick out his thoughts one by one. For each thought he had he assigned it to a stone. He picked up a stone for each thought and proceeded to throw it as hard as he could into the lake trying to skip it and make it go as far from him as he possibly could. His eyes stared coldly at the water. There was still a lot of anger in him and he really just wanted to hit something hard to get rid of all of it. Cole was in a mood that he just could not seem to shake no matter how hard he tried. What he really needed right now was either music to be playing or to write a song. He knew exactly what he needed and decided to make it happen as best he could. He went back to the rock he had been lying on and decided to lean against it at this point.
He took his backpack off of his back and set it down beside the spot he was going to sit. He reached into his bag and pulled out the three things he would need to write a song. His parchment, his quill, and his ink. Cole's thoughts began to come out faster and faster. He ran his hand through his hair almost anytime he got a little bit stuck when writing his lyrics. It was a tedious process but if he wanted it to be perfect once he was done he knew he had to undergo the whole writing process. He wrote as if that was the only thing in the world. Scratching out what wasn't good enough and replacing it with what was in his mind a thousand times better. He continued to write. Anyone watching would have deemed him mad or just enjoyed the whirlwind going on around him. It was impossible for anyone to follow what had been written aside from Cole. He understood every single stroke of ink perfectly. He understood it in a way so intimate that words couldn't begin to describe it. This song was his own soul bared to anyone who would read this paper. Cole pulled another piece of paper out and began to copy from the first piece. He copied it so he could share it with the people who were close to him. When Cole had finished he had a sheet of paper with a song. It read:
Omen of Life
Living for everything
Just not for myself
Giving all or nothing
No turning back
I’ll never be stopped
I gave it all
Just to feel life
Coarse through my veins
My soul cries out
And life is what reigns
Feeling stepped on
Used up and torn
A battles been fought
My heart is worn
Cry out in anguish
I gave it all
Just to feel life
Coarse through my veins
My soul cries out
And life is what reigns
I’ll never give up
It’s more than just my word
I won’t turn my back
Rather I’ll draw my sword
Fight! Take up the slack
Never let go
I’ll fight until I win
Burning inside
You are my sin
I gave it all
Just to feel life
Coarse through my veins
My soul cries out
And life is what reigns
Living for everything
Just not for myself
Giving all or nothing
No turning back
I’ll never be stopped
I gave it all
Just to feel life
Coarse through my veins
My soul cries out
And life is what reigns
Feeling stepped on
Used up and torn
A battles been fought
My heart is worn
Cry out in anguish
I gave it all
Just to feel life
Coarse through my veins
My soul cries out
And life is what reigns
I’ll never give up
It’s more than just my word
I won’t turn my back
Rather I’ll draw my sword
Fight! Take up the slack
Never let go
I’ll fight until I win
Burning inside
You are my sin
I gave it all
Just to feel life
Coarse through my veins
My soul cries out
And life is what reigns
His song was completed. He read it over a few times to be sure he actually liked what he had written. He was still feeling the same rush that had overtaken him when he had been writing however. Cole knew once it faded away he would feel a lot better. It's one of the most honest things I have written... Cole though. He packed up his things very solemnly and just let the rush coarse through him. After writing his song Cole knew that he was in a war mode. He was all revved up but he didn't know where to put it. It was driving him insane not being able to do anything but thats why he wrote, and thats why he took off for the lake.
Cole's heart and mind had completely stopped racing when he heard a loud snap. Cole began looking into the brush. He was revved up and ready to go. "Is there anyone there?" He shouted. Cole's dark eyes narrowed as he scanned the area around him. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Oh well..." Cole muttered to himself. Suddenly he heard the sound of trees moving. He franctically looked around some more trying his best to pinpoint where the noises were coming from. Finally he heard footsteps behind him. Cole was almost afraid to look but then thought about the possibilities. He turned and looked only to see someone standing there.
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