The Stress of Being A Slacker Frazzled, frustrated, I want to scream!If I continue this way I'll never reach my dream!Sleeping all day then saying up all night,It is my never ending fight!I cannot get any work done!I cannot take any time for fun!I rush and rush to get things turned in,My I feel like this is a sin!The guilt of being lazy,It makes my conscience crazy!I can't seem to get myself out of this rut!All of my notes I just want to cut!I am a mess!From this stress!I need to get things straight!Before my life I do thoroughly hate!
Confessions of a KingConfessions of a King Maric sat on his throne, his eyes anguished, as he received the news of his dear Queen Nala’s passing. Maric was a strong, sure man and always had been, but now… doubt and sorrow was clearly written on his wrinkled, weathered face. His pale green eyes were brimming with tears. He clenched his large hands into fists and dismissed the priests. He bellowed with rage, got to his feet, and flipped his throne onto its side. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands. He wept bitterly and cursed his own name,begging God to damn him to Hell.He heard light, hesitant footsteps approaching. “M’lord…” he heard his late wife’s maid say, “The baby survived.” Maric looked at the beautiful maid, whom he was romantically involved with during his youth. Her red hair was a mess and her gray eyes were tired and sad. In her arms was a tiny newborn, swaddled in a green blanket. The child had thick, dark