A rough little poem that I wrote which, although rough and amateur, touched me somehow: Is this the man who shook Earth? He wanders the wastelands in robes of moss, with riddles of rolling wrinkles on his face. Double calamity crossed his life cracking asunder his crown to litter a parched, unholy place. Crossing…
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The World of Lizzie and Me
Most people haven’t heard of the mind palace. It is a beautiful phantasm, a glorious self-delusion. If you want to remember or to escape, it is a safe haven in which to do so. Close your eyes and concentrate, visualizing every aspect of the palace you are building. I start with a worn down door…
The Importance of History
History defines self. Think of the amnesiac, and his lack of personality, his search to find himself. He does not know who he is or how to relate to those around him. He has lost his identity. In order to become an individual, he cannot rely on his personality type or the circumstances he finds…
Auto-Correct Poetry
iPhone users love auto-correct like we love our mothers. It allows us to text quickly and slapdashedly, without appearing sloppy. However, everyone knows about those strange, sometimes embarrassing typos that appear when you are hurriedly responding to a text about homework. Being in some boredom today, I sprawled my fingers on an iPad keyboard and…