He told my mother just a few months after that special day that he'd been miserable his whole life since the day she had been born. She was funny, and ever since her little years had to wear these bulky glasses my brother and I, we picked on her like all brothers do I know I've made her cry I've shed my fair share of tears because of her too this little baby girl was no end of trouble We've grown now and we still pick on each other but I find that I have an ally and ...

Please come out of the storm, the turbulence let the world see your beautiful face. clouds and rain are no way to live life so, soon, I pray for you and I hope that one day you get caught up lost in the spring of green eyes.

If I couldn't think of the words to say would you read this couplet today? Creative backwash... nothing new is coming from my writing. Freshman all move in tomorrow. Hope my roommate isn't a dick.

Amazing, the situations we get ourselves in never once realizing how stupid we are Amazing the things that we wish we could have done but didn't do because of the fear Amazing the things that we did and regret because of insecure tendencies and painful memories Amazing. Amazing that we still live on. Amazing that we love life.

Make your words a matter of introspection I don't need to know a name. Names are placeholders for ideals loves hates feelings emotions tempers hearts a lifetime bookmark on a beautiful face a sneer and the bird Make your words a matter of introspection and tell me who you are A name is not enough.

If you compare yourself to a high and powerful hawk bold and fearless strong and mighty Remember this - I can be a lowly dove and beat my little wings and still fly higher than you could ever. Wings just push the air. It's the heart that makes you fly.

Waist down, waste away caught in torrents eddies in the flow pulling hope life love happiness pain fear fear Like a whirlpool, catching the unaware in drowning power chaotic, destructive that is the power of the hate you hold.

Follow the pipeline up up up up up must touch the clouds jet of flame why can't I see it? And go finally down down down down Quickly louder, louder as the drill pounds why can't I feel it? Earth Giving up civilization's life blood Happiness to buy and sell at 2.67 a gallon what a bitch, 2.67 Not remembering that unless you feel like walking feet pounding pavement unless you move yourself And, As long as the rocks are squeezed dry As long as the dead give lif...

When they raise the flag and the music plays amazing glow of sideline lights The singers grumble non-commital sounds disappointed, almost wanting to keep out of reach It's dissapointing reafirming my faith in the mundane crowds faith that they will never take that stand. A great nation does not need the salute of a grumbled anthem. All it needs is one voice to sing.

It sounds like the white noise has finally stopped replaced by lucid tones dripping sentaments for another 40 minutes until commercial buy a house cars are cheap Surely it's a change change from the mundane to the mundane I'm not sure I like it better. the music keeps me awake at night thinking, just thinking I find myself listening for that final dulcet tone the one that will make the music Perfect Static is a friend till then.

It's that fake lisp her want to be a "medical major" knowing Duke's ball coach's brother doesn't hold much clout. Holding to petty conveniences and an expensive calculator fake fingernails fumble pencils It's enough to make me vomit. Brags too much talks too much asks too many stupid questions takes up too much space breathes too much air Enough make-up to make four starving third-world families pretty her need to "make the equations colorful and special" She ...

Every morning, 7:15 I trundle to room 14 knock knock knock I meet them head to breakfast smells of love and old sneakers eggs and donuts It's like they shake happiness from every tree they pass like leaves falling collected, saved no matter what color red blue green It's obvious he would give up his eyes, his heart for her, and it's obvious she has a Russ shaped hole in her heart that only he can fill.

I see them playing outside my window mammoth creatures designed self-created to destroy plastered between gridlines lost in the monotony of cheeseburgers. Let them scream their "hoohah"s Fueled by meat and testosterone I will enjoy myself by this quiet tree and listen to the noise of nature overcoming the screams and laughter of its greatest threat.

goodbye seems so simple like a one line sentance when what I feel is volumes on volumes of pages and books. if only, if only I could express the way I feel instead of giving you a library to sift through so, here goes nothing: so long take care I love you so much it's been real, it's been fun and quality with a capital QUAL. May your hopes have wings, and your dreams come true, may your days be full of life and love. That is what I wish for you.