Spring Break Strikes Again

Seems I'm on spring break this week. Fun fun!


I just got the hang of Drunken Boat. The links never worked till now. Guess I have a lot of catching up to do.

If you don't know what Drunken Boat is, and you like writing, then you are seriously missing out. It's an online literary magazine that features poetry, photos, videos and essays, all by a variety of artists. is the web address if you want to go check it out.


Today happens to be St. Patrick's Day, and we went to a parade earlier this afternoon. Apparently, I'm cuter than I thought, cuz the frat boys threw a bunch of plushies and really good beads at me. And the green guy even high-fived me! *squee*


However, earlier this week was pretty boring. My brother and I just sat around playing video games. Soul Calibur 2 is a great way to pass time. Made a lot of gold on Gaia, too, and I think I memorized some of the puzzles.


I kinda feel like writing poetry, but I dunno if I wanna post any. I'll all be written off the top of my head, anyway, so I don't think it'll be any good. But I suppose I'll try.




 I sit,

Surrounded by the light of others

Drowned in my own self-conciousness

I sit here

I bring myself to break away

Momentary delight

But it only lasts a brief time

For unhappiness lurks behind every word


Definitely not my best work. I'll write some more, but like i said earlier, I'm not very good at impromptu stuff.


Sweet silence breaks the barrier of words

Falling into awkwardness we sit

Merely staring into space

Hoping for a rescue that will never come.

And it stretches on,

Leaving footprints scattered across the conversation window

Stains that will never leave

And still we sit

Neither saying nothing

And still it grows.

I start to form the words in my mind


But they never leave my mind

For he is already opening his mouth

And saying the final words -

- Or so I thought.

He only yawns

And studies my face

So I think perhaps he is not through

Perhaps he is enjoying this silence.

But I cannot take this thing

This time without words

I will him to say something - anything

- to break my discomfort.

But nothing comes of my wishful hoping

And still we sit

Coffee cups half full, the spoons untouched.

Silence stretches on

But finally he says

The words I have been waiting it seems like hours to hear

But when I glance at the wall clock, 

Only five minutes have passed.

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