poem of happenstance

Cynicism is not realistic and tough. It's unrealistic and kind of cowardly because it means you don't have to try. Peggy Noonan

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• dreams of reality
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• jack of all blades
• rocket surgery comics
• the day it snowed

• .:apathy
• .:i'm throwing it back
• .:Reflections on Autumn
• .:spiral
• .:perfectly awkward
• .:venus
• .:thank you, katrina
• .:xpize
• .:the disciples of kryyal
• .:the phrase that pays
• .:london bridge is blowing up
• .:what the moon looks like
• .:the flower princess
• .:dilemma
• .:best birthday ever
• .:maturity
• .:soft
• .:on waking from a dream
• .:you cruise, you lose
• .:bigger than a breadbox
• .:post 200 | on futility
• .:teetering upon a needlesharp spire
• .:atlus holds modesty in pointed fingers
• .:when I grow up
• .:the clock as a moonlit sonata
• .:a pleasant introduction
• .:trust me, it's a local thing
• .:adequate instability
• .:flight 1690
• .:cancun | summer 2005
• .:yasui sliding
• .:something in the pipeline
• .:eleven twenty-six
• .:aborning
• .:allow me to explain
• .:i emerge from the closet, clad in pride
• .:on writing psychology
• .:the huntress
• .:wednesday's song
• .:my beautiful world
• .:just run
• .:spring break | 2005
• .:petals around the rose
• .:a cold breeze
• .:teaser
• .:a perfect match
• .:pink rock
• .:dangle bouncer pro
• .:dangle bouncer
• .:flower bed
• .:floodgates of mirth
• .:something for the kids
• .:curing writer's block
• .:on sitting down to write the greatest poem ever
• .:collect them all
• .:a beautiful agenda
• .:bathing in showers with boys
• .:nineteen
• .:my new birthday
• .:a letter to elizabeth: eighteen
• .:the “stealth grab”
• .:ground water
• .:two-thousand five
• .:zebra stripes
• .:good mourning, sun
• .:johnny tsunami
• .:damn, this thing is high…
• .:a minute in his eyes
• .:i’ve got some good news and some bad news
• .:it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas
• .:the rant of an angered fanboy
• .:saccharine
• .:the last hours of a halloween candle
• .:a smile to the stars
• .:squirrel
• .:chalice
• .:a letter to elizabeth: denver
• .:a letter to elizabeth: atlus
• .:from one lonely seed grows a silent forest
• .:autobiography: chapter nine
• .:autobiography: chapter eight
• .:autobiography: chapter seven
• .:autobiography: chapter six
• .:autobiography: chapter five
• .:autobiography: chapter four
• .:autobiography: chapter three
• .:autobiography: chapter two
• .:autobiography: chapter one
• .:autobiography
• .:weird al rocks my socks off
• .:the second “ust” of love
• .:the first "ust" of love
• .:murder revisited
• .:absence
• .:working hard is hard work
• .:and we’re back!
• .:tummy trauma
• .:heat lightning
• .:the stars exploded
• .:an experiment in the untrue
• .:why i drink alone
• .:writing contest
• .:imaginationed
• .:the heavens descended
• .:love under a starlit canopy
• .:the storms gathered
• .:summer storms
• .:the greatest night of my life
• .:savior
• .:firefly fugue
• .:pre-graduation
• .:on stoplights and barriers
• .:the man i killed
• .:cinder
• .:faces of truth
• .:semi-silent drive
• .:in the blackened waters shone
• .:reflections on scents and life
• .:love and fear | old and new
• .:in cancun
• .:the night exhales
• .:spring break | 2004
• .:ode to a shyly smiling goddess
• .:reflections on disillusionment and lies
• .:a symphony of the souls
• .:my valentine, my friends, my shit
• .:skylark
• .:gush!
• .:you mean we have to do work?
• .:cheap ass-teroids
• .:smart molars
• .:dual boot
• .:poem of happenstance
• .:under the ink of a drying sky
• .:one lonely seed
• .:impossibility imagined
• .:fuck pasts and skeletons
• .:eighteen
• .:birthday disaster
• .:my weblogs | mindset
• .:crikey!
• .:mute
• .:before i finish this, a dog will be dead
• .:post 75 | christmas
• .:rollovers, eh?
• .:i miss tomo
• .:i was all like: 'i save his ass'
• .:17 hours | 35 minutes
• .:enter the eskimo
• .:'tis the season
• .:just when you thought it was safe
• .:happy turkey day
• .:one-hundred proof
• .:an introduction
• .:now you can too
• .:by request
• .:machine gun
• .:moral sex
• .:the "check snort"
• .:around my feet
• .:four sided
• .:stars and moons
• .:orion
• .:all for her
• .:on halloween
• .:all along
• .:a gentle breeze carries a butterfly
• .:i can't describe love
• .:skits and the act
• .:lumberjacks, love, and hypocrisy
• .:best game ever?
• .:in conclusion
• .:goings on in t-town
• .:salt and hitler
• .:in germany
• .:germany
• .:exams and nazis
• .:antitogether
• .:precipice
• .:play rehearsal: act two--electric boogaloo
• .:play rehearsal: act one
• .:change is good
• .:blogs for the masses
• .:repressed anger
• .:from detriment to delight
• .:i fucked up again
• .:brotherly love
• .:on fog and love
• .:happy is new
• .:and the saga continues...
• .:socially immature
• .:a little bit
• .:the day i quit band
• .:depression
• .:pony
• .:tomo was beed on
• .:bounce
• .:the first day of school
• .:the day before school
• .:the masters of band
• .:an anecdote with a moral
• .:blingo!
• .:...why does no one read my posts?
• .:haven't been thinking
• .:today was to perfect for words
• .:home alone
• .:untitled
• .:the f-word
• .:...it kinda' smelled of peaches.
• .:...and now i'm tired.
• .:"i see myself dead in the rain."
• .:mit and new york are scheduled for today...
• .:logan international airport, here i come—or am.
• .:...i don't like massachusetts
• .:and then she smiled
• .:this is now my home
• .:and it begins anew
• .:first post... yay!