College

Owens never understood why these schools wanted him to speak so badly. It is true that he was famously wealthy, of course, but to speak in front of hundreds of college students seemed the opposite of appealing to him. However, there he was, getting an introduction from who he assumed was the Dean of the College. There was applause and for about the thousandth time in his life, Owens rose from his chair and walked to the podium to speak. He took notice that the podium was relatively new, with only a single scratch on the side. As he began talking, Owens found his fingers rubbing over the scratch. The texture strangely appealed to him, and kept his mind on the topic at hand rather than digressing like he usually does. He noticed one of the college students sporting an environmental T-shirt and almost commented on it, but stopped himself. He was always a big fan of environmentalists and he found it ironic since he owned a fish company. That’s why he installed so many policies, though, to keep endangered species and dolphins out of the nets. As he finished speaking, he gave the scratch a final rub before walking off and returning to his seat. Owens hoped his assistant hadn't forgotten the carabineers to give out. The assembly ended, and the room emptied. Owens took his leave eager to return home and relax. Perhaps he'll start reading a new book, and made plans to stop by Walden's Books.

Wasp Nest

The empty wasp nest tells a story. A story of the early days when the first queen created the nest. The months after when other wasps were born and raised signaled the birth of a great colony. A time of war when invaders tried to claim the nest, but failed. Then the tragic end, generations wiped out in genocide by a pesticide. So it sits there, wedged between the rafters high. A reminder of life, and a banner to the legacy it lead.

Baby Steps

The time of life is short and sweet
when loves and lips like ours meet
love and life should not waste
the fight for hapiness is but a race
the truth is clear
the end draws near
to dawdle is not the way
save baby steps for your first day

Road You're Traveling On (2/1/11)

A first step is all it takes
to start a life anew
Filled with lies and fakes
these lives are thrown askew
The innocence of childhood gone
And the faith lost in up above
Start the road you're traveling on
But never loose you faith in love.

1/19/2011

As I peer through the mirror my head rolls. Is that really me? Am I staring at myself or is it another me? Could it be that beyond the mirror there is another world besides my own? Could I touch it and be engulfed by it like a door? Is it strange to think like this, or is it naive not to?

1/18/2011

She rounded the corner and dashed into the ally. She felt safe as she plunged into the darkness, not daring to look into the street behind her. The night consumed her and she finally leaned back against the ally wall for sheer need to breath. As she drew in a ragged breath she slid to the ground in exasperation. She hated this city, and hated the constant danger she was in. Thugs, thieves and murders prowl the night here without anyone lifting a finger. She was so caught up in her thoughts she hadn't noticed that she was indeed not safe in the pitch black alley as the sounds of hurried feet echoed down the street. They came upon her, smiling and eyeing her greedily. She looked up, clutched her purse protectively and did what she felt she could only do, cry.