rain on Earth Day

There is nothing more inspirational than rain. I am convinced that magical beads of inspiration fall inside the droplets and every time they hit my head, I get a supposedly brilliant idea. And since I walked to class in the rain this morning at 7:45 am, I will attempt to capture the brilliance. No promises.

College pen chewing. Equally disturbed apathy
motivation stripped bare barely catching
her breath
coffee, stained teeth, burying ebony childlike innocence.
The irony of a deep criticism in Children's classic novels
as adults, insults
an everlasting never changing or growing Peter, Alice, Lucy, Tom.
a child lives forever.
college: ends.

Wealth and Poverty Abound for a Reason

It seems to me that I am completely numb to devastation and loss of human life. The earthquake in Haiti seems so distant. It is hard to comprehend. And yet, I don't think that any amount of images can destroy the wall of numbness I have created around myself. I think I figured out what the root of the numbness is, however. My selfish pride lurks around every corner seeking to devour any compassion that may have been left in my heart. I spend my days consumed in vanity, materialism, and utter selfishness. These things have caused me to set aside eternity and forget about the overall human condition. How can I sit back and not do something? I live amongst riches and wealth and I complain about money. I am rich. Besides my earthly possessions, I am rich in Christ. This is the only richness that will never be contained or depleted. The richness of Christ is abundant. Step outside my bank account. I am willing to give, Lord, because of your great mercy and love.

soggy leaves compose this typical college monday

Here in the silence of noise my thoughts unravel from today.
Do I appear to be something I am not in order to fill my proper image in others' minds?
Am I simply emulating what I see in those I strive to mirror?
Do my intentions become interrupted by my interior?
Then do my actions show my true self?
Do my desires boil over to action, or do I sit aimlessly without drive?
When does it end? When will I realize time scatters like thoughts as I walk home? These thoughts never encounter reality, but rather exist in a fleeting moment--gone with the leaves.

My First Post

So here it is! I have been wanting to have a blog for a while, and I just got around to it. I am not feeling like a real post, so I will just post this. Its not an inspiring moment, but rather a technologically advanced one. I hope to bring more words to the blog soon.