solo oigo trueno,
mis pensamientos han sido en la tormenta,
la lluvia esta limpia, pero no es el mismo para mi

red wraps around a face,
perhaps I was too afraid to believe,
naive.

the sun shaded by the earth,
shoelaces flail in the wind,
fallen.

interesting how the sirens ring,
stowed in a pocket,
concrete.

had a birthday tuesday.

its hard to see out the window,
when its painted black.
its hard to laugh,
when only pain is left.

RAMBO III
Today I used John Rambo and a scene from Rambo III to make a point about the evolving thesis. Once you have the text, you need to chisle away the excess to make your thesis the right one, it takes some sculpting but it is always there. Just like Rambo is a soldier, even if it wasn't for the army and the colonel.
On top of all of that I just wanted to use RAMBO III as an example in this freshman rhetoric course. no one questioned it. ha.

flew a kite today.
onur got his stuck in a tree and for over an hour he threw a piece of wood at it. to no avail

let's go fly a kite.

i would like at childrens shoes when I was about 10 or so and would determine if they were needy.