Rain At Mount HolyokeThe wind hits the treesAnd somehow the falling leavesDefy gravity as they tumbleAlmost handing in the airAs if rain and wind can't touch themA noisy silence settles over Mount HolyokeWhose trees still bear scars from the snowWhich shut down campus for daysBefore retreating, leaving behindGreen grass and fallen limbsThe rain the heating and the cars on 116Combine to form a new soundLike the waves rushing over a rocky beachMy window squeaks as I throw it openeager for the sound and smell of rain.For me the sun is falseIt commands joy but does not truly inspire itAt least not in me.In the rain I find my happin
I Carry OnI'm passing by the burned out barsEternally wandering, I ponder the pastIt burns in the black windows of every shopMy reflection glares back from the tarnished glassScreaming and yelling, reaching out to grab and pullMany a night I've danced with my reflectionHolding my arms up I display my battle scarsStriving to give meaning, to fan the flames of prideI tell myself that I'll be ready, that I'll win this boutBut there in the darkness my reflection waitsScreaming and yelling, laughing and cursingI walk through the rain without protectionThe rain takes away my control, causes me to quakeMy fears can safely emerge, my
On A Good Day...Sometimes I will wake up to find that he is still sleeping. His face will be calm or, if I am exceedingly lucky, there will be the smallest smile upon his lips. On those days I will wait, I will watch as he slowly wakes. I will kiss him and he will smile, not with his lips but with his eyes. And I will be happy because of the glow I see in those blue eyes. On those days he will chose his own clothing, picking out those that fit him, which cling to his form. Perhaps I will catch him looking in the mirror as he brushes his hair. As always I will guide him, leading him down the stairs to our breakfast table. On those good days he will eat, p
Musing On A Rainy DayI hear laughter in the rainAs it falls downSuicidal jumps from clouds so highI try to gather it in my cupped handsBut it just moves onMy hands areCold WetYou can see the veins Purple BlueThe drops roll down my cheeksLike tears of freshwaterRemindersThat I must not forget herShe taught me to loveShe taught me to listenShe taught me to hearThe laughterIn the falling rainAnd so I tryTo catch the laughterI hear in the rain
Doctor Who GrammarThere are three main "parts" of Time Lord grammar. These "parts" are: Tense, Sub-Tense and FormThe most simple way to explain how these parts go together is to observe the following equation:Tense + Sub-Tense + Form = Subject Of SentenceSo everything that follow is all in order to say "I" or "You" in such a way that it will make sense to a Time Traveler. Now we will examine the parts of grammar in greater detail.TenseThere are 18 Tenses. The Tense is the general messurment of Time, relative to the subjectTenses have two parts, which for simplicity's sake we will call Group A and Group B.Group A = The "Time" of the event you are
To ExistJust another town, another night, another person lying face down in the gutter. Once warm flesh cooling as the heart ceases to send blood and warmth through the millions of veins. It's a girl this time, just nineteen years old and amazingly beautiful for a hooker. She'd been suicidal and I was all to happy to give her the oblivion she sought. The peace that comes with death. Such a peace I'll never get to experience.I saw her memories as she died. Typical dreams, hopes and fears. Abusive parents, mounting debts, incompetent John, painful abortion. I saw the doctor who told my victim that the child would have been a girl, felt her sorrow at
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