I lift my eyes to the hills....

The great majestic beings tower above me. Each decorated canvas, painted with coloured fur. Artistic tattoos distinguish the Prize. One eye framed in deep purple, The white Prize stares at me. My dreams are halted by a cry in the night. The eerie tones in minor, a war cry for the village. In... Sign in to see full entry.

A spontaneous smile every time I come into view. A little hand that tugs my pants, asking to be held. The solemn eyes and pointing finger that make sense of an unintelligible question. A look of sincerity when a hand is thrust forward to share a sippy cup of milk with me. The feathery hair that... Sign in to see full entry.

I’ve spent too many years in my dark little attic, spying the world through cracks in the floor. I’ve cried too many tears when my heart was so lonely, ’cause I didn’t dare open that little trap door. I’ve been too often bitter that time’s gone without me; That people are older while I’m still... Sign in to see full entry.

I imagine myself a caterpillar, crawling along the ground. From the day I hatched I’ve been learning my way in this world. How to maneuver my bulky body on these stubs of legs, what food gives me strength, and what my place is in the nature of things. But now I feel a force beyond myself calling me... Sign in to see full entry.

I’m searching, and it’s taking a littler longer than I thought it would. I’m a miner working in dim artificial light, filling buckets with dirt. Digging for Gold. My task is not too hard. Just repetitious, redundant and numbing. I’m just breathing this stale air and longing for the light of day.... Sign in to see full entry.

Remind me In a hundred years to tell you What I was feeling tonight. Later, when it’s more safe to say. When my ideas and feelings and philosophies Are neatly packed and organized again And whatever doesn’t fit my mould is already Gone. Later, when I’ve learned to accept What I am, and what I’m not,... Sign in to see full entry.

Enlightenment is dispelling myths, revealing the unknown, and explaining the supernatural. It is turpentine on Mona Lisa, and florescent lights turned on at midnight. It is experiencing their pain, and laughing at mine. Education is smiling pretty, because it would be wrong to cry. It is staring out... Sign in to see full entry.

Apathy and indifference. Hutu and Tutsi both mean Rwanda. Mexican means Immigrant; Iraq means War. Kurds become Arabs, and Palestinian is Suicide Bomber. America is Freedom. God is Good and buy your daughter a doll for Christmas. While you weren’t looking, Kim Jong-il grew fangs dripping with... Sign in to see full entry.