The List Goes On and On...

Whitman, Shelley, Dickinson, Yeats...

Today she said that it was a trait of many of the great poets to struggle in school, that their view of the world just did not fit in a classroom

How can I both be terrified to be like them and terrified not to be?

The Only Thing We Have to Fear is the Truth

It's getting harder to hide out inside my head

I don't know where else to go

Like being able to walk on water

When all I want to do is sink

Will I ever have someone I can show myself to?

Without scaring them away?

Or having me committed?

Maybe crazy people are just the people who have stopped pretending

I want to pour my brain out on paper

Like Jack Kerouac

Wake Me Up When September Ends

My father was a hero. Not because of the way he died, but because of the way he lived....