Friday, September 19, 2014

College

  A warm and loving place, full of knowledge and futures, pleasantly awaiting a reader










 But I walk alone, Apart from the nearby crowd, the steady flow of my population

 My path, Though it may be cracked, torn from its center, it shall be my path, and become a past
 Overwhelming expectations. Though we may all stand on the same ground, The walls tower above us, with unwavering stature.
 Hearts as natural and humane like a child, turned to stone.

 The shelves are full, books untouched and impatiently calling for me.
 But the halls stretch on, threatening my every step, my spent energies.
So I go on, down endless tunnels in a maze that presses me on until I am no more
The warm libraries sit empty, hope lost and futures pushed down a drain. a few will stay, fighting their chances. Hoorah. You can do it.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Thinking outside the box... and life

alternative parking

The one seat you can count on to be private and available

Multi-use bike lock

defrosting a window with hands


where's the handle?
Human muscles
how bike racks shouldn't be used
dropped some food and now there's a foot


how to crack an egg