"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber



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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The House on the Hill (a poem)

The House on the Hill
Written April 13th, 2011
There is a house atop a hill
Lonely on the outskirts of town
The windows cracked, the shadows still
The vines crawl
And the grass is tall
Nature is claiming it back; running it down

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

When Tragedy Strikes (a poem)

When Tragedy Strikes
When tragedy strikes
There often is no warning
The soft sand on which you walk
Glittering with reflected sunlight
In a single step becomes sharp rocks
Beneath your soft and vulnerable feet

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Three Roads (a poem)

Three Roads
March 29th, 2011
I see three roads before me
One I will have to take
And knowing the habits of fate
They'll each be rocky
And the decision will be hard to make

Saturday, March 5, 2011

The Soldier's Sleeping Beauty (a poem)

The Soldier's Sleeping Beauty
There was once a girl,
There was once a lad
She was his whole world
She loved him with everything she had

She counted every kiss
That he planted on her sweet lips
And when he was gone
Oh how she would miss
His careful touch
On her skin that she loved so much
The way he'd brush back her hair
And how into her eyes he'd stare

Saying farewell was the worst for him
When the bus came to take him away again
The flood of tears in her eyes
As he held her tight and whispered goodbye
He'd kiss her so deep
And cling to the memory as he lay up late in his bunk
Holding her picture as he quietly weeped