Trying to Make Sense of This Puzzle Called Life

I wear my heart on my sleeve
Don't you know?
You should have noticed by now
It's plain as day
Right there, on my shoulder
It's magenta.

How could you do this to me?
You said you were my friend
But now
Oh now, now, now
You've wrecked all my plans.

I'm a trainwreck
But the most gorgeous trainwreck you've ever seen.

Just when I thought I finally had everything figured out ...
You step in
And make everything a mess again.

Thanks a lot, I owe you one
Watch out, cause I always pay my debts.

Inadequacy

Inadequacy is a part of life. Some may even say inadequacy is human nature. And perhaps it is so. But. To be inadequate is not so much a display of insufficiency as it is an example of one's poise. Inadequacy comes on the heels of self-recognition, self-consciousness, and self-awareness. Inadequacy is the most challenging of emotion to overcome, and in the end, one is no better off after admitting one's flaws than prior.

In delving into one's soul, the deeps niches of our inner beings, we are able to discover our flaws. This painful experience often allows us to encounter sides of ourselves that were previously unknown.

We have to allow our faults into the light of day. Hiding doesn't solve problems, neither does ignorance or disregard. The only way to gro is to acknowledge our imperfections.

Sounds like a good time.

J'adore tu.

A moment
It's there, then it's gone.
I etch it all into my memory
Every detail of your face becomes a part of my remembrance
In case the day comes when I can't see you again.

I don't want to forget.
I don't need to forgive.
Nothing is wrong.
Everything is right.

Emotion and response,
Just as it should be.

Speak
And I will remember your voice.
Laugh
And I will laugh too.
Smile
And the world is a brighter place.
Leave
and I will be counting the seconds
Until you return.

Thank You

To legwarmers - even in summer
Purple ones, green ones
Striped ones with buttons.

To site assessing
And riser duty - boo
Don't drop the electronic piano!

To meeting new people
Friendships that will never die
These memories will never fade.

To the best nine weekends
Challenging, but worth it
Practice ... practice ... concert.

It's go time guys <3

The Never-Ending Story

She sat on her bed, pen suspended over the pad of paper she was holding. She gazed thoughtfully, if not absent-mindedly, at the smiley face clock on her nightstand. It had been a birthday present from her sister. She wracked her brain for something, anything, that she could write down to destroy the blankness of the page. A blankness meant no story, and no story meant frustration. Until, that is, she wrote something down. An idea came to her, just as her favorite song came on over the radio. She scratched it down just in time to sing along with the las chorus of the tune. When she was done, she sat back and read her creation. Here is what she wrote:

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What, can't you find the end?

Oh, Envelope

Envelopes are good at holding stuff
Except when they get rained on.
Then they get all soggy
And the stuff inside falls apart.

I wish I was an envelope
But not, cause envelopes fail when rained on.
I don't fail when I get rained on.

Haha Envelope, haha.

Manda > Envelope

I win :)