There comes moments in every person's life when they choose not only what one believes in, but what one values to the point that one is willing to act upon it. I have been lax since I read Ismael by Daniel Quinn. My eyes saw the huge picture and lost sight of exactly what impact I can have here, today ( Read more... )

I'm not going to post my entire poem here, but a stanza or two shouldn't hurt. Some of it stands alone, even without the others. There's 16 stanzas. I think it drags on a little too much, though what I was going for was a semi-prophetic tone ( Read more... )

The concept of sin, like the concept that man owns this world, is sin itself ( Read more... )

What happens when we come to here, this place, the end of all things...When thoughts change, expectations evolve, beliefs challenged, epiphanies abound ( Read more... )

Things are going great over at Res Tower with my new roomie. This'll give me the power to really take charge this semester and make it one worth remembering. I can't wait. Swing Dancing tonight, by the way, with Jessie, Brian, Cristin, Will and Erica. We'll see how that goes.

I must put down my ideas before they escape me ( Read more... )

A quick series of updates ( Read more... )

Sweet Twilight,

Starlight, starlight,

Bathed in glories of the night

What eternal mind or man

Can send thy light from blackest land

Nevermore, nevermore doth the injured cry.

Yet forevermore doth the sweet moth fly

In pursuit of eternal dazzling starlight

Perfect in desire, yet hopeless in might

To be sent aloft, that diligent moth

And not be seen ( Read more... )

A public entry every now and then won't hurt. But I will admit, I am under the gun this semester. 18 credits, and mucho extra-curricular items on my attention list. It seems like the lack of time forces me to map out my every move and achieve ultimate efficiency... like for instance, today I finished my Art History class at 12:15 and managed to not ( Read more... )

Another day of some activity and plans. Always plans. And now my winter break is nearly over. No short stories are written, some ideas are being thrown around. Usually they aren't fully conceptualized as to provide enough impetus to actually begin writing. No poetry was written, though I'll admit it has been bugging me that most of my poetry has ( Read more... )