Dear God, The Boston  Red Sox Win The World Series?

My congratulations to themselves from Bahstom,
I am sure you will wear your crown with classy
NY Yankee Pride and not riot in the streets
As has been known to happen in Beantown.

But I though I would let you know,
Having spoken to god on Yom Kippur,
He confessed it was a typing mistake.
He meant for the Chicago White Sox
To be resurrected and to win,
Not noticing he was auto-incorrected,
Reassuring me that he was
Installing IOS7, so it won't happen again.

Pride goeth before the fall of 2014.

Let’s go on an adventure together
I want to get lost with someone.
When I‘m in your company, everything is better
We could walk in circles, and I’d still have fun

We could get lost in a familiar place
It doesn't matter to me
As long as I can see a friend’s face
When I’m not on my own, I’m as happy as can be

My mind is a puzzle
You, my friend, are my missing piece
Without you, the rain will drizzle
With you, the rain will cease

We can run away for a while
Leave our worries in the dark cells we call our rooms
I’ll look at you and smile
We’ll forget about our inevitable dooms

Let’s lie underneath the breathtaking night sky
Look for shooting stars
And wish for our troubles to pass us by
So together, we can break free from our iron bars

At this moment, you could be breathing in particles from another galaxy.
Foreign bodies flowing through your body like tiny meteor showers.
Bacteria marvel at the minuscule asteroids in your lungs.
Cosmic dust could be the annoyance in your eye,
Or the dirt under your finger nails.
The truth is,
We all have the universe within us.
Just like the universe has all of us within in it.

If I became blind,
I would still be able to envision the wonders of the world in my dreams.
But after I wake up,
I would no longer be able to see this nightmare of a world around me.

When two people are meant for each other
No distance is too far
No time is too long*

I think these sentences are according to us

When you were in Enschede
I had never thought of leaving you
Never
Even though we were not a couple at the time

'Cause
I have feelings for you since the first moment I saw you
And love is blind as you know

I remember my holiday in Spain
We talked and texted all the time
Suddenly, you felt really bad about your choice to move on to Enschede
There was nothing I could do for you
'Cause you were there in Enschede and I couldn't visit you
That made me feel so miserable

When I came back from my holiday this all had changed
You left Enschede for Rotterdam
I had never expected that you were going to study here
Oh I was so incredibly happy

We are one month further now
I know you still have your doubts sometimes
But remember that I will always be there for you

The marker
(Sharpiepermanentmarkertwintip)
In your hand
I pull back
"Don't"
Fearing the ink
(Hopfullynontoxic)
Staining my forehead like
Your gesture would like
To suggest.
"But what if I write in Elvish?"
And I
Surrender
My palm
And your breath smells
Like
Pumpkin
Chocolate
("Idon'treallylikechocolatechips,Al­ice")
And a sprinkling of
Love
("Ilikeyou"saidmyotherpalminpen,yourhandiwork)
After the
First letter
It was too obvious
The characters
Were not
Elvish
(Softsweetnearsilentgigglesissuedfromyourlips)
As you wrote words
You knew
Mean so much to me
Though they really are
So little

You're cute
And a tiny
Heart

And you had
No coat
In this cold
(InIdahoit'salways30degrees,I'mfine)
And I gave you
My biggest
Coat
And we went
To your door
And your lips
Met mine
In the best way.

Now
You have my jacket
And I want to
Tattoo your words
Into my palms
(You'recute<3Ilikeyou)
But then
In
Green
You sewed
"I like you <3"
God knows
Where
And you say
The jacket
Makes you feel loved
And he says
You are
Fa
Fall
Falling
In love
And I want
To believe
I can hope
For
A
Bit
Longer
Than
Infinity
(Ihopeyoudon'tmindmesleepinginit)
Lik­e the way
You said with
Your hands
We should
Kiss.

It is up to you
Yes, this much is true
How will you spend you years
Will you sit alone
Crying
Sighing
Self-Confidence Diving
Or will you choose the popular life
A life of toil and strife
Crying yourself to sleep every night
What will you choose
Will you feel alone,
Even surrounded by friends
Or will you be bothered
By those that you don't know
Will you run in fear
Throughout the years
Worried what they'll say behind your back
Or will you just say
"What the hell. It'll happen some day."
These are your choices,
think them through
Because someday
They'll be presented to you.
When they pose these questions,
Don't give them an answer
Just pull up this poem
and let them answer for themselves
What would be better?
Which would be worse?