I should work on my
Chemistry homework right now.
But a good book calls.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
See You at the Pole
It happened today.
My faith in huimanity was restored.
Just a little.
That people gathered together,
Students,
In a public place,
And prayed.
It was awesome.
I am not a hand-holder.
I am not one to pray aloud.
I am not a people person.
Yet there I was.
There I stood.
Setting aside my comfort,
My desires,
For something more.
For something better.
How Great is Out God,
That the blind can see.
Welcome to the planet.
It is broken.
It is scared.
But it can heal.
So,
I dare you to MOVE!
See you at the pole
In 365 1/4th days.
My faith in huimanity was restored.
Just a little.
That people gathered together,
Students,
In a public place,
And prayed.
It was awesome.
I am not a hand-holder.
I am not one to pray aloud.
I am not a people person.
Yet there I was.
There I stood.
Setting aside my comfort,
My desires,
For something more.
For something better.
How Great is Out God,
That the blind can see.
Welcome to the planet.
It is broken.
It is scared.
But it can heal.
So,
I dare you to MOVE!
See you at the pole
In 365 1/4th days.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Mom Always Said
Mom always said:
"Put your best foot forward."
She always said:
"Make a good first impression."
Well Mom,
I'm not so good at that.
I'm wild.
I'm crazy.
And when I am trying to make friends with the new kid,
Out spills my teachers,
Out spills Ann Coulter,
Out spills Dad.
I'm not so sure what to do.
I can't be sane.
I can't pretend.
So,
I guess I can't make new friends.
At least,
Not friends with ordinary people.
"Put your best foot forward."
She always said:
"Make a good first impression."
Well Mom,
I'm not so good at that.
I'm wild.
I'm crazy.
And when I am trying to make friends with the new kid,
Out spills my teachers,
Out spills Ann Coulter,
Out spills Dad.
I'm not so sure what to do.
I can't be sane.
I can't pretend.
So,
I guess I can't make new friends.
At least,
Not friends with ordinary people.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Who are you to tell me I'm Wrong?
Who are you,
Pyramid,
to tell me that I'm wrong?
You're just an interactive program
On the computer,
Sponsered by the government.
At least I'm not anorexic,
Or eat too much.
I dance every day,
I sing every day,
I am active!
And the Lord knows,
Once I start dancing,
I can't stop.
So most of my wieght is muscle,
Most of my heart is gold.
I don't eat enough for you.
Well,
I don't like to stuff my face.
Stick that in your pyramid
And analyze it.
Pyramid,
to tell me that I'm wrong?
You're just an interactive program
On the computer,
Sponsered by the government.
At least I'm not anorexic,
Or eat too much.
I dance every day,
I sing every day,
I am active!
And the Lord knows,
Once I start dancing,
I can't stop.
So most of my wieght is muscle,
Most of my heart is gold.
I don't eat enough for you.
Well,
I don't like to stuff my face.
Stick that in your pyramid
And analyze it.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Haikus
One word can change my
entire day. So please, boy,
Call me cute again.
Serendipity
occurs sometimes when you least
expect it to. Fin.
But I am not done.
Poems shall still fall from my
mouth to the paper.
entire day. So please, boy,
Call me cute again.
Serendipity
occurs sometimes when you least
expect it to. Fin.
But I am not done.
Poems shall still fall from my
mouth to the paper.
Friday, September 3, 2010
First Home Game
I have never been much
Of a sports fan.
And it was to my surprise
That I ended up at yesterday's football game,
Dressed all in white.
Ready to run with the flags when we made a touchdown.
We got to run three times.
It was great.
But the part I think of most,
That I smile at as I dream,
Is right after the marching band has performed,
Marvelously I might add,
They were marching off.
We flag-runners,
The "Spirit Team,"
Were clapping like maniacs and cheering for them.
Because they rock.
And there is this one boy I know,
Who was walking in the line closest to me,
His head turned ever so slightly towards the stands.
So I smiled at him.
His head shifted ever so slightly towards the front.
And he smiled.
Of a sports fan.
And it was to my surprise
That I ended up at yesterday's football game,
Dressed all in white.
Ready to run with the flags when we made a touchdown.
We got to run three times.
It was great.
But the part I think of most,
That I smile at as I dream,
Is right after the marching band has performed,
Marvelously I might add,
They were marching off.
We flag-runners,
The "Spirit Team,"
Were clapping like maniacs and cheering for them.
Because they rock.
And there is this one boy I know,
Who was walking in the line closest to me,
His head turned ever so slightly towards the stands.
So I smiled at him.
His head shifted ever so slightly towards the front.
And he smiled.
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