You follow close behind my every thought,
Your leather jacket haunting and taunting.
Oh! Maybe if I had really fought,
For that place in your heart I was wanting.
A life without your scent sounds quite daunting,
And without your smile I'll surely perish.
Despite all of my excessive flaunting,
(My smiling mask exceedingly garish)
The thought of you is something I cherish,
Yet something I wish I could let go of.
Somedays I wish my feelings would vanish,
But I'd miss to much chasing after love.

The myst of mystery
Clouds my soul
And burns inside
My heart.
I long to learn
The tales untold
And rip the worlds
Apart.
I turn around
And look again
To see what makes
It tick,
And still somehow
I cannot seem
To even start
To pick.

Part Two

The Lord of the Rings: Shortened Version: Part One

Frodo: *Is reading*
Gandalf: Hullo, Frodo!
Frodo: Hi. It's been a long time. *Hops in wagon*
Gandalf: It has indeed!
Frodo: You know that you're a peace disturber, right?
Gandalf: This kind of peace? *Holds up index and middle finger*
Frodo: No, stupid. Just...The...peace..kid of peace...Anyway, you've been officially labeled that. We made it all official. We wrote it down and even had the President sign it!
Gandalf. Of course. My mistake.

Gandalf: A palantir is a dangerous tool, Saruman.
Saruman: No, it is not.
Gandalf: *Grabs palantir and throws at Saruman*
Sarumon: *Is hit in the head* *Falls over* Ooowww!!!
Gandalf: Told you it was dangerous. *Walks off*

Frodo: I’m going to trust this liar and murderer and not you. I’m going to make you go all those hundreds of miles back to the Shire, though you're the most loyal servant anyone could ever ask for. Go marry Rosie. Now get outta' my life.

Tauriel: You like killing things, orc? You like death? Well then let me give it to you! *Lops orcs head off*
Thranduel: TAURIEL!!
Tauriel: Something the matter?
Thranduel: I was going to question that orc!
Tauriel: And then what? Kill it? You couldn’t have gotten anything out of him…except lies.
Thranduel: *Indignant* Believe it or not, pointy-eared she-elf, orcs don't lie.
Tauriel: Says who?
Thranduel: Says me.
Tauriel: You! Ha! *Laughs an evil elf laugh*
Legolas: Um…
Tauriel: Legolas, tell your dad orcs lie!

It’s that time of year again – the Holiday is upon us. The one with sentiment and disgusting feelings. You know what I’m talking about.

Wait, no; not that one. Have you been living under a rock since New Years? It’s the horrifying one. It’s the one rampant with commercialism, and attempts to purchase affection. The one with desperation lurking on the edges of every smile while fisticuffs take place in the local Aldi’s over the last remaining overpriced and sweetened box of chocolates.

The nature of reality,
Whether God ever visits;
All is one, two, infinity?
Such is metaphysics.

How the mind interprets matter;
Facts from space to philology;
How do we know our hands won't splatter?
Defines epistemology.

Discover man's own summum bonum:
Self ordain, or bow to relics?
Take them all; let others have them?
This pertains to weighty ethics.

Such is the matter of much debate
And a thousand years' philosophizing.
Free will or determined fate?
Fret not. The sun will keep on rising.

Happiness is
A buoyant smile
That laughs and lifts
You on for a mile –
 
A full, white moon
In the middle of the night
Whose beams fall like snow
Making dark meadows bright –
 
A horse that gallops
To say hello
Tossing its head
Prancing to and fro –
 
A little puzzle
Made of math
That takes an hour of
Thought without wrath –

The Georgia sun beat down, unrelenting, on my hair. I signaled to Avery to pull over. She braked and slid effortlessly off her bike. My juggle to hop down from the seat—I was riding Seth’s since mine had a flat tire—was a little less graceful. When my feet hit steady ground, no scraped knees or anything, I breathed a sigh of relief. The old ones were just now starting to scab over. I didn’t need to reopen any wounds.