i want to know why the world tends to disorder,
when all we seek is a foundation with no cracks.
i want to know what direction my head would spin
if i were from australia.
i want to know if there's heaven or hell,
so i can take a break from this moral parade i wage.
i want to know the meaning of life,
so i can rip that page out of the dictionary.
i want to know what's wrong with me,
so i can try to find what's right with me.
i want to know what death feels like,
so i can pick out his face at the corner market.
i want to know why a thousand years can pass
without me really knowing.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
sorry, thoreau
If I lived my dreams,
I'd pilot a schooner to Zanzibar;
Cruising down the river of Chance,
Only to fall off the side of the Earth.
If I lived my dreams,
I'd stand before a crowd of millions,
Postulating on the fate of man,
Only to lose my belt midway.
If I lived my dreams,
Life would be an adventure, and
I'd die a thousand times
Before I find the resolution.
On second thought,
I'll have my eggs with a
Cold side of reality.
I'd pilot a schooner to Zanzibar;
Cruising down the river of Chance,
Only to fall off the side of the Earth.
If I lived my dreams,
I'd stand before a crowd of millions,
Postulating on the fate of man,
Only to lose my belt midway.
If I lived my dreams,
Life would be an adventure, and
I'd die a thousand times
Before I find the resolution.
On second thought,
I'll have my eggs with a
Cold side of reality.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
epiphany
That day is one that I’ll never forget,
The sweetest memories created there.
The moon smiled wide with no evinced regret,
And starlight intertwined with golden hair.
You asked me how it felt to love someone;
A rush of feelings caused my mind to freeze.
The fireflies flashed brighter than the sun;
The wind spoke softly through the darkened trees.
I rose to leave, and looked into your eyes
And then, a sign came down from up above.
I found the truth within a sea of lies:
Three months, five days, I knew that it was love.
This chance was on that I could not have missed;
The world sped ‘round its axis as we kissed.
The sweetest memories created there.
The moon smiled wide with no evinced regret,
And starlight intertwined with golden hair.
You asked me how it felt to love someone;
A rush of feelings caused my mind to freeze.
The fireflies flashed brighter than the sun;
The wind spoke softly through the darkened trees.
I rose to leave, and looked into your eyes
And then, a sign came down from up above.
I found the truth within a sea of lies:
Three months, five days, I knew that it was love.
This chance was on that I could not have missed;
The world sped ‘round its axis as we kissed.
rachel
I've never met you,
But when it rained
On the chalk-covered sidewalk,
I read your mind;
Beautiful, unique,
Always creating.
Today was your birthday;
I walked to the corner store
And bought a red balloon,
Knowing if I set it free
It would find its way to you.
Leaves turn,
And I know it's your time.
Warm cider,
Cool Autumn breeze,
You linger on the
Whispers of the wind.
But when it rained
On the chalk-covered sidewalk,
I read your mind;
Beautiful, unique,
Always creating.
Today was your birthday;
I walked to the corner store
And bought a red balloon,
Knowing if I set it free
It would find its way to you.
Leaves turn,
And I know it's your time.
Warm cider,
Cool Autumn breeze,
You linger on the
Whispers of the wind.
the quilt
At the heart of each man
Is a thread, and
At the core of each thread
Is a sin.
When these ends come together,
They form the quilt of our existence.
The darkness comes together,
And it grows.
Is a thread, and
At the core of each thread
Is a sin.
When these ends come together,
They form the quilt of our existence.
The darkness comes together,
And it grows.
Monday, August 2, 2010
maybe
Maybe the feeling of living is like
A flame, nipping at the toes of those
Who know no better.
Maybe the feeling of laughter is like
A cool drink meeting parched lips, in
A reunion long-overdue.
Maybe the feeling of love is like
A dream in freshly-cut grass, imagination
Basking in the summer sun.
Maybe the feeling of dying is like
A water molecule vaporizing, leaving
This life to start anew.
I wish I knew.
A flame, nipping at the toes of those
Who know no better.
Maybe the feeling of laughter is like
A cool drink meeting parched lips, in
A reunion long-overdue.
Maybe the feeling of love is like
A dream in freshly-cut grass, imagination
Basking in the summer sun.
Maybe the feeling of dying is like
A water molecule vaporizing, leaving
This life to start anew.
I wish I knew.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
just shut up and run
One day during my sophomore year, I learned a very valuable lesson about life. It came at a stage where my newly-acquired “sophomore swagger” was on full display, and I can imagine I was quite the burden to all around me. We had just left the school to go on a run, and I, always on a quest for useless knowledge, asked the typical question: “Where are we going?” Now, if present-day Tom were to be pestered by fifteen year-old Tom, I’m sure my response would be along the lines of “shut up and run”. However, Jeff Sousa, my captain at the time, responded, “It’s not about the final destination, but about the journey”. Of course, I didn’t fully appreciate these words at the time; after all, I knew we’d stop running eventually.
Standing here now, three years after that fateful day, and four years after I first laced up my sneakers to run for Dighton-Rehoboth, I finally realize the true meaning of that statement. Often times, we get caught up in looking toward what good, and bad the future may bring, and miss out on the present. I’ll be the first to admit t hat I’ve had many races where each step had me counting down the meters until I could collapse on the ground on the infield, knowing that my job for the day was done (well, at least on those days where Mr. Pease wasn’t feeling too sadistic; there’s nothing quite like the two mile-mile double). However, standing here now, there are no more meters no run, no more laps to be miscounted at Voc, and no more handoffs left for me to pray I don’t drop the baton.
What I can say is that this has been an incredible ride. I think I speak for all of us when I say that I never imagined myself at this point, getting food first at the banquet, being recognized last by the coaches, and taking one last look at this school that’s been our home for the last four years. Thank you parents, coaches, and friends, for making these four years the best four years of my life. And always remember: if you ever find yourself wondering where you’re going, or how you’re getting there, just shut up and run. Thank you.
Standing here now, three years after that fateful day, and four years after I first laced up my sneakers to run for Dighton-Rehoboth, I finally realize the true meaning of that statement. Often times, we get caught up in looking toward what good, and bad the future may bring, and miss out on the present. I’ll be the first to admit t hat I’ve had many races where each step had me counting down the meters until I could collapse on the ground on the infield, knowing that my job for the day was done (well, at least on those days where Mr. Pease wasn’t feeling too sadistic; there’s nothing quite like the two mile-mile double). However, standing here now, there are no more meters no run, no more laps to be miscounted at Voc, and no more handoffs left for me to pray I don’t drop the baton.
What I can say is that this has been an incredible ride. I think I speak for all of us when I say that I never imagined myself at this point, getting food first at the banquet, being recognized last by the coaches, and taking one last look at this school that’s been our home for the last four years. Thank you parents, coaches, and friends, for making these four years the best four years of my life. And always remember: if you ever find yourself wondering where you’re going, or how you’re getting there, just shut up and run. Thank you.
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