writing/poetry

from the library.

I just wanted to write about borrowing books. It's not that I don't like borrowing books, it is just that I don't like people telling me, or rules telling me, that there is a time limit that I have to finish a book in.  Read More »

"The brittleness of glass does not consist in fact that it is at any given moment actually being shivered. It may be brittle without ever being shivered."

I read this in my philosophy book and it struck me. I had to write it down. And send it to two friends to whom i write letters on occassion. It's a dying art.  Read More »

I have grown tired of searching,
Worn thin by the everyday, torn between the right and the wrong
I have become lost between the guilt and the hurt
I wish to be at peace
Yet I know there is none
I fool myself into thinking there is happiness
I push and I pull, I break and I fall
Only to find myself at the beginning, searching yet again
I am running in circles  Read More »

I write this as my given constitutional right to freedom of speech. I in no way am anti-America, nor am I simply trying to attack President Bush or the American government. Many people, especially those who believe they are not affected by the war (though they are) choose to remain quiet when it comes to problems with their nation. Though no one likes to admit it, I feel the need to.  Read More »

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Blood Scattered
Innocents killed
Going off to fight
Saying im the cause