Behind the Bowling Balls

Colorful balls, wait patiently in several perfectly organized lines. Hoping, that perhaps, today is their day. Today, someone just might come along to find that their weight, vision and holes, are just right for the anticipating selector. They spin you around, hold you firmly in their grip, and place you back on the rack. Continuing down the lines, the selector must make the decision soon. Finally, maybe it was your weight of a perfect 10 pounds, your extra shine or possibly even the simplicity of your vibrant color, but today, the selector came back to you. Now, in all your glory, you shall roll down the smoothly waxed hard floors and demolish every pins in your path. Make the selector proud to have chosen you as his bowling ball today.

Today, during lunch my friends and I were talking about our childhood. So I'd like to know if any of you remember the "Furby"? We were able to spend the entire period gossiping about how they use to never stop talking! Plus, their big buggy eyes always blinking and stairing at you. I know I've had some bad experiences with my old Furbys and if you did too, I'd love to heare about it.

"Best Friends

Amazing times lead to

Bad ideas involving

Crazy sleepovers while 

Drinking pickle juice like

Everything is so much

Funnier when 

Giant purple

Heartless try to kill you.

Incredibly we under estimate 

Just how little we sleep at Penn State.

Keeping secrets like when

Laying under the

Millions of stars, when

Noises scared us in the night.

Oh, how I've never seen you run so fast!

People stare and talk, however we are

Quite happy just the way we are.

Remembering our first stage fright and

Singing into the camera.

Taunting each others fears of the attic,

Untold stories of our emotions reveled.

Very few people have

What we have dear, keys on your

Xylophone don't fit as tight as us.

You and I forever from here to Broadway!

Zany antics to behold in our future, together.

Thanks Dad

I stare at you, but you don’t notice.
The tears in my eyes start to create waterfalls.
I sniff.
You turn your head towards mine, I panic.
Flinching the other way acting as if I didn’t want you to notice.
But I did.
A glimpse of crystal on my cheek catches your eye.
I want you to wrap your arms around me, tell me its ok, tell me you’re not going to leave.
You look at me with pity.
Ashamed of my tears? Ashamed of my weakness?
Or ashamed of the pain you’ve bestowed upon me, upon this family?
Abandon us and forever be gone.
No more shall I remember the fights!
No more shall we hear your roar!
Like a dictator, we became your prisoners.
We deal with your wrath no longer!
Leave us with the memories burned into our skulls.
He walked out the door with bags in hand, no longer our dictator, no longer our family, no longer our father.

His fingers stroke those keys
And every note says please
And every cord says, turn my way
Hearing that music play
Starts to change everything
Like sweet southern angels sing
The tune of a new life rings in my ears
A certain kind of love, lingers here
Haunting me
Taunting me
And I ask myself,
Why can't I sing it too?

Until I don't love you anymore

I'd walk through the fire

For one last time

Just to stand beside you

But what good would that do

How much longer must I wait

Until I don't care

Until I am sure

Until I am strong just like before

I will lie beneath the sky

'Til I don't love you anymore