Graduation Speech |
As most of you know, I am not a very traditional type of guy and so I have decided that instead of the traditional speech; I would like to express my feelings and capture the mood and theme of the Cla... Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 21:18:00 GMT |
Anger? |
So how can I go from always chill, to always depressed, to having an awesome time and loving life after coming out of depression to being furious? Right now I am absolutely furious.... Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 14:26:00 GMT |
Love Poem |
The Broken Heart He is stark mad, whoever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But that it can ten in less space devour ; Who will bel... Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 16:29:00 GMT |
Justification |
I don't know really why I am such an extrovert. Perhaps for attention, but I think really it's that I want people to know why I do what I do all of the time and they need to know every circumstance ... Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 22:54:00 GMT |
The Adventure: A Narrative |
The Grasslands Three men embarked on an epic journey across the treacherous amber plains of knife grass and doom. Three men on a safari; two advernturers outfitted with proper safari headgear,... Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 18:44:00 GMT |
Senioritis |
So I wrote this 3/18/08 in response to the prompt"What are the benefits of Senioritis?"More time for mischiefMore time gone from homeThoughts of turning a new leafAnd peeing on domesHanging with frien... Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:37:00 GMT |
Waiting-Backwards |
So I wrote this last night. I don’t know if it’s coherent at all because I don’t want to go back and reread it. If you have advice, lay it on me. So for once in my life I’m pr... Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 17:34:00 GMT |
The Bracelet |
The Bracelet Of two purchased togetherTwins discovered in a setFrom far away placesA tale hard to forget Physically splitBut forever connectingTwo spirits togetherRadiantly r... Posted by on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 20:35:00 GMT |
The Furnace |
The FurnaceYour heart is a furnaceIn which something should always burn &n
bsp; Burn Fury &nb... Posted by on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 17:02:00 GMT |
Poem |
The sun goes down and the lights come up,Piercing the night in the giant's green cup.The band marches behind me in a perfect straight line,A picture of grace, precision we define.I lead them forward... Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 18:42:00 GMT |