Riff Poem

"My soul shall find itself alone"
For the paths desired are too far to reach.
But if my soul decides to give in
will it just be over?

My world is the sky with endless boundaries
But my fate is as narrow as the mouse hole in the wall
The wandering soul knows no rest
as my choices become more luminous

If my fate becomes content
my wrongs shall make me stronger
but if my fate spirals downward
karma will get the best of me
and my soul shall find itself alone...

I hate history. They all thinking about the past but I'm thinking about right now and the future. They say history repeats itself but we never do anything to prevent it.

I hate history. They all thinking about the past but I'm thinking about right now and the future. They say history repeats itself but we never do anything to prevent it.

Our eyes met and the rain began... Guess that's an omen.

Mr. Kay was absent from his freshman drama class today. And instead of making it a free period for them I decided to make a productive and fun day. I actually taught the class and they actually listened. They finished their scenes and played an improv game or did work they had to do. It was unexpected of me to walk in there today and actually have to "play" the role of a teacher. But it was fun and it was productive and they didn't walk all over me. I feel accomplished. 


Thanks Mean Green for being so awesome!

Tina is standoffish and nonchalant of late. One of her friends calls and sends her texts about things that do not interest her. Tina would rather avoid someone who is not on the same page as her, so she ignores her "friend". She just needs some time and space, which is dictated by her irritant and withdrawn attitude. "Why doesn't she get it?", Tina wonders all while considering the status of this "friendship".

Unless someone got into a car accident within the next hour, her son was going to die. 

Flyers-Penguins... Wells Fargo Center, not the smartest of ideas to do...

I arrived at my home early Sunday morning after sleeping over at a friend's house. To my dismay, my kitten, Raphael, was nowhere to be found. Usually I would walk in to him bounding about the living room, biting and scratching anything and everything he could get his paws on. But not that day.

I began to panic. Had he silently slipped out after my mother when she had left the house earlier that day? Was he locked in a room or closet somewhere in the house? Had he died?

For about an hour, my mom and I scoured our neighborhood with cat food calling for him, looking under cars and the like. But he was nowhere to be found.

When we returned home, I went into my kitchen to check if he had been trapped in the refrigerator (that is my nightmare). As I opened the door to the fridge, I heard a slight sound.

"Raphael?"

The sound grew louder. I followed it through the back door in my kitchen into our very small concrete backyard.

Alas, Raphael was in my neighbors connected yard, huddled in a corner, mewing pathetically. I hopped over a low wall and ran to him.

"Raphael! How the hell did you get here?"

I grabbed him and put him inside. His tall tail bristled and he trotted into the house and began playing with his toys, please with himself for being found by so cleverly mewing. I assumed that he had gotten out after my mom and resolved simply to operate more carefully when opening and closing my front door.

Alas, it was a Saturday, and I left the house again for the day, very carefully, mind you, for I did not want him to escape again. Several hours passed. By the time I got home, it was mid-afternoon. Again, Raphael was nowhere to be found. But this time, I knew where to look.

I opened my back door and, alas, there he was, huddled in my alleyway against a snow shovel.

"How are you doing this?" I asked him.

"I can't answer you, I am a cat," he replied.

At this point, I was sure that he had some means of escape other than my house's doors. I searched through the house for the culprit opening.

Long story short, there was a hole in my basement. I put a wooden board over it and left it at that.