Thursday, October 18, 2012

Fall Break

Part of the wonderful thing about college is that sometimes we get random breaks. I had a 4 day weekend, one in which I accomplished more things and had more fun that I have ever had within a 96 hour period so far.

Just... How?


It's been forgotten,
in the middle of the road.
Just left there... alone.
How one looses such a thing,
I will never understand.

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Night's Only Light

Watch the stars align
perfectly in the night sky.
Wish upon airplanes.

Saturday, October 06, 2012

Concert Crazy

Now that I truly have some downtime and some inspiration to start catching the outside world upon the subject that is my life... I shall tell you about the concerts I've been to. Because, you know, it's college... and I'm here to have fun, not to study!

Sleeping In


This is where they go,
all the butterflies, to rest.
They sleep in the trees.


The French Fry Seat



So... what would be the proper way to sit upon this fascinating seat? My good friend Anna'le decided to pose a few options for pondering.

Just A Stroll


Heartbeat (A 10 Minute Play)

I present to you here a rough draft of a short play that I am process of writing for my Playwriting class. Upon reading, any thoughts or comments would be greatly appreciated. This sums up what's been going on with me for the past few weeks, and so to have taken the time to pen it all makes it one of my most valuable works. Thank you, and enjoy.

Thursday, October 04, 2012

A Day to Write


Facebook told me it's
National Poetry Day...
Try to write something!

Thanks to R.R for her status!

Monday, October 01, 2012

Early Morning Energy

It makes me smile
everytime I see a squirrel.
I wish they would share.

Time

We want to control.
Have power over all things.
We strive to achieve
even the intangible.
I keep it trapped on my wrist.

Home in a Cold Heart

The cold cuts through me
deeper than any knife could.
My body is home.
It settles in quite nicely,
finding a friend in my heart.

Forgotten

What a thing it is,
to be able to look back
and to remember.
Time is lost to the darkness
that is the void of our mind.

Out of My Hands

My mind is stubborn.
It is in it's own control.
It does what it wants.

Time Chanced on Memories

I can't help but think.
Think of all the time gone by.
All the lost chances.
Chances to laugh and to cry...
The memories we won't have.

Stubborn

As the night grows cold
I stay sitting where I am.
I'm not freezing... yet.