Hope As We Know It |
Somewhere, intermingled in the Great Void, the vast echo of the Unknown, lies that little voice of Hope. Squeaking, barely audible, it tries its best to be heard. Yet no one hears. The deaf and oblivi... Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 22:13:00 GMT |
Elevation |
It's strange. So many things could seem so dismal right now, as far as in my life, and normally I would be depressed by all of these calamities. Yet it's quite the contrary. I can't fully describe how... Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 12:49:00 GMT |
Good |
A lot has happened. I don't really know where to begin. I'm left with questions. What was it? Leaving the market? Coming out to Grandma and Grandpa? Papa passing away? Leaving ten years and, literally... Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 22:49:00 GMT |
Shaking it off |
Why can't I shake the occasional thought of what could've happened between us, what I thought we could have been? I can understand, in a few aspects, why I lost the luck of the draw, it was a crazy si... Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 22:05:00 GMT |
A letter to Utah State Senator D. Chris Buttars |
I'm writing this in reply to some harsh statements from the Senator from the 10th District in the Utah State Legislature, D. Chris Buttars. He is quoted in saying that homosexuals are "just like radic... Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 06:02:00 GMT |
Where did I go wrong? |
One of my best qualities has always been my keen intuition and my ability to see the whole picture, everything behind the scenes, to be able to piece together what would ultimately happen. I used to l... Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 21:10:00 GMT |
You Go to My Head |
You go to my headAnd you linger like a humming refrain,And I find you spinning 'round in my brain,Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. You go to my headLike a sip of sparkling burgundy brew,And I... Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 00:07:00 GMT |
Kindling |
After a gentle stroll from my home on the hill in the forest to the shore of the Pacific, I sit dumbly scratching doodles in the ancient sand with a small dry piece of driftwood. As I do this, I think... Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 03:31:00 GMT |
"On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear." |
It is an amazing time to be alive. For the first time in my life, I truly know what it means to be proud to be an American, to have faith in my country. As the philosopher Dylan once said, "The time... Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 12:00:00 GMT |
Broken Afternoon |
Sometimes you feel like a shame, like a ruse,A half-cooked idea, or a trick to be used.And sometimes you feel so lonely-hearted and stark,Waving in the wind like a flag that's torn apart.But we all wa... Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 02:04:00 GMT |