Look into my eyes
and say with me,
*"I am worthy of love."

Sir,
please tell me
why you've grown so bitter.
Is it something I've said?
Did you skip your morning bread?

Sir,
I implore you to tell me
why you've grown so sad
because, well...
you still are my favorite lad.

Does this mean
you think of me
as a friend
or as a
potential girlfriend?

*I'm confused.

Me encanta cuando
mi sudadera me abrace.

I love it when
my sweatshirt *hugs me.

We need to speak more in
terms of endearment.

More honeys, darlings
sweeties and dears
don't appear to be important
but they are.

Love can be so subtlely
slipped into conversation
by simply placing a
term of endearment
after the phrase
you wish to say.

I'm tired tonight, dear.
versus
I'm tired tonight.

*There is no comparison!

I like guys with tousled, unkempt hair
who can wear baggy sweatpants around me and still look as dashing as ever.

Someone who can deeply talk about anything from flying pigs to french toast, inspires, and touches my heart the way nobody else can.

Someone whose eyes speak volumes and
whose gaze warms me like a fire in the dead of winter.

Someone who loves me and truly cares about what I do and who I am as a person.

I will find other worlds
outside of this bubble
that I live in. This
"security bubble,"
this "incubator"
until my parents finally decide
to let me experience something
on my own without being a tourist.

To travel to India, South America and wherever I want.
Mom and Dad, I guarantee you that
I won't come back skinny and gaunt.

I'm sorry I don't see
the pain in your eyes but
I'm sure you see it in *mine.

Day after wretched day
my mind carries more and more information
until I can't the burden anymore.
The pain is drilled into me;
My house wreaks of stress;
My poor family is running around
like there is a state of emergency
and I'm just calling out silently,

*"Help me. My mind is flooding."

What is so enchanting
about an accent?
From British, Australian
to the Southern Drawl,
I can't help but love them all!

Soy el oso
que está durmiendo.
Sólo gruño en mis sueños.

I am the bear
that is sleeping.
I only growl in my dreams.

Who are you
to try to eliminate
a whole class
of people?

What disease severed your heart
and made you take out your frustrations
on innocent people?

Yes, man may be evil,
but we all first learned to love.

*Where did that love go?

Drop all the expectations
and just be yourself.
Realize the consequences
but recognize who you truly are
on the inside.

Coach,
I am not perfect.
I make silly, stupid errors but
chastising me for it will
make me dig an
even deeper hole for myself.
Improvement comes with encouragement.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

I think we all are rivers.
We need a direction
in which we can flow freely.

My fingers glide over the keys
like somebody slipping into a silk nightgown,
The accents are of popping corn
and the scales are oily like french fries.

My body surges with intensity
because music has the tendency to
move me.
I sway back and forth
like a weak palm tree
on a gusty Florida beach.

Glassy and sparkling with passion,
my eyes devour the pages of
speckled black and white
desperately hoping that
whoever hears my playing
will feel the same pleasure I feel.

I despise the phrase,

*"Speak American."

In the darkness of her room she cried
out all the feelings she had held inside.

Your melody represents life.
Most of the time chords support you.
They amplify and boost you up.
Then there are the notes.
They go up and down to symbolize
the constant rollercoaster ride of emotions.
Your emotions also change the quality of your supportive chords.
You can make your support minor
or you can make them happy and major.
There are times of dissonance and tension
but also release and resolution.
Your tune can be sorrowful, pitiful, mournful or joyful.
It's all what you make it.

Remind me again why
I'm doing this homework?

I'm sorry Descartes,
but humans are not just machines.

We have feelings and we have love.
We can actually recognize a blue sky above!

We have families that truly care
and yes, we have quite a bit of hair.

If that wasn't enough to start,
we all have a loving and generous heart.

Espíritus mismos
Corazones conectados
Soñadores similares
Sentidos reales

La distancia nunca separará
nuestros pensamientos.

¡Viva la aventura!

Same spirits
Connected hearts
Similar dreamers
Real feelings

Distance will never separate
our thoughts.

*Long live the adventure!

Todo lo que necesito es amor.

All that I need is love.

People inside church
versus outside church
are totally different animals.

Win me over with words.

The night is calm, yet something dark lingers. 
My mom is at home cooking vegetables when I hear the rat-a-tat of gunfire.
This is the new normal for us.
 
It never used to be this way.
We used to play in the streets without a care in the world.
Thunder cracked like bombs and now everyone I used to know is dead.

Now who can I run to?

My poor family was caught in the crossfire and flames and now I'm stuck
with the guilt.
I am wracked by sobs,
waves of sadness crashing over me like the Great Flood.
I get up and look for a new place to sleep.
I turn to look one last time blurry-eyed at the crumbled concrete walls that used to be my home.
My haven. 

Now where do I run to?

Algunas cosas se dicen mejor
en Español.

Some things are better said
in Spanish.

I'm pretty sure I have
at least five plastic bags
in my room.

We are a consumer society.
The very person who
despises corporations
and condemns chain restaurants
has the audacity to do so
when she has plastic bags
flooding her room and meandering between
the piles of clothing.

There's just something about
reading in Spanish
that makes me feel alive.

Sólo hay algo sobre
leer en Español
que me hace sentir vivo.

So what if I like eating
*too many cookies?

I despise
that look
in your eyes.