These are the days
I feel alive
Abuzz with excitement
Friends and family
All ended by Monday

What if you were my one and I let you go
I guess that's just something I will never know

The complete silence
brings justice to thought
no complicating words
no verbs
involving nonsense
or progress
in verbal analysis of physics
turning pages
and moving fingers
are the only things to hear,
within the classes closed door
but the subtle chirps
distract me slightly
as i fade into nature's bliss
then drift into the wonderful silence
that bring me peace
from conflicting opinion
i'll enjoy what i can
until the bell finally rings
and the choruses
come back to life
from the mouths
of different beings.

It is with great sadness that I must announce that wit has withered and died. Actually, it probably died years back, but, like a character on a soap opera, it returns in flashbacks on occasion.

The ability to use wit to insult, as Will Rogers, Dorothy Parker, and the great writers of the past is no more. The use of wit to make someone leave feeling good about themselves, while having just been put in their place verbally, is an art.

I told someone the other day that he was a veldt of intellect, he didn’t know what veldt meant, I could see from the complete look of “duh” on his face. He told me *******….and then after I laughed, he said it again.

This is the replacement comeback now….*******. Witty…at the least. Groucho Marx, was great with the witty comeback, Noel Coward was a genius with his ability to use wit to disarm a situation. Now, *******. yep….that’s it.

If, wit has a resurgence and there is a verbal afterlife, let’s hope ******* is left at the door, holding a copy of watchtower.

"She wanted to be gazed upon like her partner’s whole world revolved around her. She wanted to be held and cared for and touched so reverently. To be loved and protected until the end of her days. To be the only thing that made sense in his whole crazy life."

When times like raining of problems,
And it poured all over you.
Don't lose hope,
Just believe and move.

Look for a sun in the middle of a storm.
Oasis in a dry desert.
And an island,
To realize there's a place to stay.

You are not alone,
Look beside you.
There's hope and pain.
Just give em a fight and you'll win.

Don't believe in defeat.
Aim for a three peat.
Let your heart scream.
So don't be ashame.

Take your time against the train.
Go out and feel the rain.
Feel every drop,
Till you find yourself smiling.

Tonight there is no sunshine.
Tomorrow the stars won't shine.
I hope someday you'll understand why.
Midnight is a paradise in time.

You are not alone,
In ocean there's dolphin to cheer you up.
Birds are singing way up in the sky.
And a friend that will listen to your story no matter what.

My mind occupied
by nature's bliss
the birds song put my mind at ease
as i start to dream
then fade into a world of peace
the calm wind cools me
as i stay away
from the rays
of the bright sun
the leaves move
reminding me
of a lake or sea
as the sound is similar to the calm
morning breeze
what a good day
to stay calm and relaxed
the lake's waves
fill my ears with a subtle bliss
calmness corners me
as i forget
about the war with my eyes
and my worries now set aside.

It may sound strange at first
But it doesn't when I realize it
I feel her presence when I'm alone
Though she may not be there personally

She is in my dreams and in my lone hours
She can't be seen in the dark, unless I visualize it with eyes closed
She can't be seen in the day, but rather in the night
Because she can make my sorrows and pain go away

She can brighten dark tunnels
She guides me through the fears
She heals my scars
She takes all my burdens away

It may sound weird
But I'm really feeling her presence
When I feel alone
I just think of her next to me