[COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="3"][FONT="Cambria"]I have my exams in a few minutes... All that I'm thankful for is that I didn't drink last night. Tequila hangovers make me so incoherent...

By the way, if you're waiting for a heil Hitler joke, hold your breath. It's not happening. I just like using German to count things.

Edit:

To he who is still sober, I praise you,
for he who can still comprehend this crisis and not be too perturbed must be a monster of a man...
It's morbid, sure, but I'd like to lose my sense of man, if only for a moment,
so I can comprehend your ignorance.
It's staggering, seeing you wander around,
having a zombie's gait and a glassy-eyed stare.
You're sober, you say.
I wish to argue, but I know my words would be lost to the wind.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR="Purple"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]hmmm...um....i believe my arm brace is cutting off circulation to my fingers....either that or ur hand is naturally supposed to feel light, airy, and bloodless. stupid weak wrists....*takes off brace*...aaaahhhhh...mine fingers welcome u back wondiferous blood....*hand tingles*....okay. blood rushing back officially sux. *waggles hand* OW!!!!...stupid wrist. this is a no win situation isn't it. :sarcasm:[/FONT][/COLOR]

:P[COLOR="purple"]Hi there! Thanks for stopping by! Just wanted to let everyone who feels the need to actually read this, that well, since threads have been merged and i'm still learning...obviously all my poetry shall b posted here. This read from left to right in alternate lines(i.e. line 1 on the left, line 2 on right, line 3 on left again, etc.). I know it seems difficult, but it mirrors the movements of marrionettes...sorta? Please don't let the format keep you from reading.=3 Well...read on then.[/COLOR]


[SIZE="3"][CENTER][B]"puppet on a string"[/B][/CENTER]



be the dark side of the moon

[RIGHT]be what society hates[/RIGHT]

be you but . . .

[RIGHT]i am but a puppet[/RIGHT]

a puppet on a string

[RIGHT]a string pulled by[/RIGHT]

the brutal hands of

[RIGHT]a prejudiced people[/RIGHT]

i will dance to my own flame

[RIGHT]as long as others dance with me[/RIGHT]

i will stand for what i believe

[RIGHT]as long as that's okay with everyone else[/RIGHT]

i will be me

[RIGHT]as long as i am all the others that stand beside me but...[/RIGHT]

to be true to myself would mean disaster

[RIGHT]will i crumble under paper beauty?[/RIGHT]

will i melt under the match of many?

[RIGHT]will i break under the expectation that keeps me tied?[/RIGHT]

will i or won't i or can i . . . but . . .

[RIGHT]i will be my own within me[/RIGHT]

for that is all the marionette allows

[RIGHT]my movements will sustain me[/RIGHT]

tho these strings hold me down

[RIGHT]my life will be my dream of hope[/RIGHT]

that someday only none among the crowd will cheer

[RIGHT]for they too will see the poor structure of society[/RIGHT]

only then will i break this twine and join

[RIGHT]join my bretheren of the persecuted . . . but . . .[/RIGHT]

[CENTER]~END~[/CENTER][/SIZE]


[COLOR="Purple"]:yes: thanks for reading! this poem kinda reads as a two in one. you read left to right, alternate lines for the whole poem. you can also read each column as individual poems...or so i've been told. apparently i have a kind of oblivious nack for these wacky things?:sweat: anyway, please let me know what you think!:angel:[/COLOR][/QUOTE]

[SIZE="2"][FONT="Cambria"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Last night, I hallucinated that I was one with the Earth. I was a cloud, floating along a stream of consciousness... I was the fish in the pond. I was...one...with my fellow man.[/size]

[SIZE="1"]p.s. You're one beautiful man... Oh, and I'm going to need my goggles back as soon as possible.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]

As I've said on here, college has had it's ups and downs. A few weeks ago my family sent me a care package. Gummy brains, comics, a new scarf... Suffice it to say I felt loved. Today topped that. I live on the opposite side of the country from everyone but my immedeate family, so when I got an e-mail notification that I had recieved a package, that was who I expected it to be from. It wasn't. My grandmother, aunt and cousin had heard about my rough time, bought me some fudge and mailed it across the country with a card wishing me well.
To say it made my day is an understatement. I love my family so much, and I rarely appriciate them as much as I should. The fudge is delicious, but the card and the thoughts behind it mean so much more.