A Ransom For (my) Thought

Hey I'm Ransom, a trans and queer teen (he/him), welcome to my writing blog that contatins a collection of things such as poems, short stories, quotes, and other miscellaneous work. All things posted is original, and I'm always down to make new friends, stop by and say hi!

[aransomforthought]

Inspired by the Hellow From The Hallowoods podcast:

Visitors, when you enter The Hallowoods you may be tempted to look into ITS eye. Don't, for the action aggravates IT. Instead, keep your eyes anywhere but the sky, and walk with the comfort that you are being watched. If for some reason you are not, ignore the screams of those who have caught ITS attention, it will be back, observing you after the meal. This was a public service announcement. And we hope you enjoy your visit to The Hallowoods.

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Scholarship Essay

This is the essay I wrote and won a music scholarship for. DO NOT PLAGIARISE MY WORK. Just thought I would share. 

Music has been forever consent in my life. Ranging from listening to the famed Mosart on my way to school, or some underground rock band during the long night drives to my dad's. My family has always been strong on the need for incorporation of music in our lives. I proudly come from a grandmother who mastered the violin, a mother who played clarinet, and an older sister who could do both.

 When it was my turn to step into the small, over crowded room in third grade I had no idea what to do with myself.

By chance I happened across the corner for the flute. The older student coaxed me through breathing techniques and after many minutes I could muster a small whistle. That's where the next 9 years of my life would begin. 

From the very beginning, being a music student has taught me the value of time. Not only were the tics of a metronome pounded into my head, but also the management of having to balance being a student and musician. I have grown into a responsible student who can juggle a busy workload and still come out on top. High standard and hard work is an essential nature of musicianship. Throughout my life as a student having these strong values are reflected in my Honor Roll status. Additionally, this activity allows for my communication and group cooperation skills to thrive. Thoroughly preparing me not only for things in the classroom, but also future employment.   

I’ve been there for the hurried practices before an audition, and the standing ovations at concerts. Without these experiences, I don't believe I would be who I am today. Receiving this scholarship  would allow me to continue learning these important life skills. 

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Excerpts From Abandoned Work

It was common for people to tell far fetched tales about what lurks in Naphilim woods. A hundred years ago it would have been a crazed blood thirsty vampire that snatched young maidens from their beds. But that's the thing about superstitions told to impressionable children by their grandmothers, they evolved with the times. Only ever consistent with what new hot horror book was displayed in shop windows. But still, even with its fake scary reputation, people stay clear of it. Maybe more out of the natural human superstition of it than anything else.  

Their reasons did not matter to its one sole resident, Poppy. They were fine with what ever new rumor was brewed up by the parents not wanting to lose their child in the vast overgrowth. They were alone, undisturbed, and most of all content. 

[aransomforthought]

For the past 25 winters I have been the king of this forest

Each time the snow kisses the ground for the first time I feel my bones creek and grone

I've seen trees turn into nothing more then sawdust

And for all my years I have remained alone

For every empire gets challenged

A foe appears and I know we can't walk away undamaged

The sun hangs witness in the sky

To enjoy my demise

The earth bows to its young paws, as it did to mine many seasons ago

We circle each other cautious and slow

Each waiting for the other to deal a blow

With a rumble from his belly and a growl from his snout

He swings his paw intending to take me out

For he was steadfast and his aim was true

My bones collapsed under the force

I lye there, the pines keeping watch

Waiting for death to take her course

Bones shed their flesh

Vines grip my ribs

As this hallow body awaits for another to keep it safe

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The hopless romantic urge to send them poetry in wax sealed letters

To tell them about my time spent as the sun slips away and while they rest under the stars

The lover urge to be bundled in their sweater

Dreaming of the life that will some day be ours

The writer urge to let these words be buried away from prying eyes

Thinking that even my muse would disapprove

The human urge to never want to utter my goodbyes

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My partner better cuddle with me in a garden like this,

While we feed each other Strawberries like wishes,

And exchange sweet kisses

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Jake gazed down at his laptop screen, his trembling finger still held over the enter button. It would be nice, to have someone care about him.

"You know that's not company policy Mr. Wes." There was a click before he felt cool medal resting against the back of his skull.

Jake stared down the the shadowy reflection of the man in the computer screen, before he could identify the other worker, there was a blast and he faded from consciousness.

Superviser Vicky scrunched her nose at the mess that Mr. Wes's shattered skull made on the desk, but pushed the employees office chair to the side, she had work to do. Wiping down the blood covered keyboard she quickly typed in the standard email, and made sure to add the company's traid mark: Serving Everyone With A Smile, Amazon

-Writers Note-

This short scene was based off this post:

And i wrote it as a joke to a friend of mine who sent it to me lol, hope you all enjoy!

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His body was a meer reflection of the wonderus sun,

His smile lit up my blackened night sky,

He was warmth

And all I wished was to burn up in his presence,

To run my hands though the rays of his golden hair,

I now understood why Icarus flew so high,

For he wanted to be kissed by this perfect being that resided in the sky.

|poems I wish someone would write about me|

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You are not carved from marble, my boy

For you are not ment to stand strong for centuries

But sculpted from fragile clay

Because you are ment to break

[aransomforthought]

For there is love in our jokes, 

We are not found in silly romantic tropes

But rather buried next to our memories

For all of eternity

We shall be known as bonded friends

Who would stay together till the world ends

Even as fire falls

We would still recall

Our time together,

And how we wish it could be foreve

[itsidlyocelot]

solitude

The house is quiet All the lights are out Rooms are dark Everything is still save for me Alone at last But not for long I know all good things pass Thieves don't come back again today Solitude All I want is a little time to myself You left no part of me inside But I swear that I'll be fine As long as you're not here Missing pages, losing races Empty faces fixed with a smile All anyone will ever see Is that framed happy family If you didn't know you might think it was fine I've been told I'm beautiful but I know that's a lie They can't see there's nothing left inside of me, it was stolen Thieves give me solitude today Will you ever go away I've nothing left to give you now Why is this request too much to ask

Solitude

All I want is a little time to myself You left no part of me inside But I swear I'll be fine As long as you're not here You're not here

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My love,

You must have been sent from above

The sound of your voice would make the angles weep

I pray to thee my soul to keep

When I look into your eyes and see the light

You don't have to be dressed in blind white

For me to admire you

Your arms are like gates that I wish to be let into

[aceso-o]

31/01/22

Today my bones remember that they will one day lie down and not get back up.

Today I could lay down on the forest floor and sleep beneath the ferns,

moss would grow and cover me and I would belong to the earth once more.

Oh, I wish to feel alive but down here the sunlight can’t touch me

laid in the dark and lovely deep I cannot see the sky

I can wish for stars to twinkle in my eyes but I don’t think I can rise

today, I don’t have it in me. This ache reaches my bones.

[aransomforthought]

For there are tales of lovers long dead

But none of those who eyes glow red

Deceased darlings roam in the night

Both searching for a bite

As the moon gazes down

Fighting back the dawn

They take a strole to spirit town

Where they drink till their human memories are gone

Two awakened corpses lye side by side

Dreaming of the night when they don't have to hide

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The sun climbs the sky

It's rays gripping the stars

And darling I wish I never had to say goodbye

But my heart is never far

As the light illuminates my room

I burrow deeper in the hoodie that smells of you

Thoughts of your smile keep away the morning gloom

I know you are waking up with your brown hair askew

And that you are getting ready for the day anew

But here I lye,

not knowing how to live

If I didn't know your love

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For it is through the grace of cupid that I hold you in my arms 

For it is a lack of a shield for Mars that I am not immune to your beauty and charm

 For it is Jupiter that put the shine in your enchanting eyes

 For it is true that you are made in the perfect image of Venus 

For it is through the blessing of the gods that I cannot fathom us apart

 I love you till death do us part 

[aransomforthought]

For they were always found each other again, even after seasons apart, just like the trees and the bees.