December 2010
An ode to the color brown
I awoke early in the morning,
It was a mildly sunny day.
Not to hot, not to cold,
Just comfortable.
I began getting dressed,
But I couldn’t figure out what to wear…
Eventually I figured it out
And left my house.
I started walking down my block
And I saw the bus,
I ran after it to try and catch it.
Thank God for Tim Keller.
If I met little 7 year old me,
mini-er Raf would probably kick my butt.
Cause mini-me would never let me be caught tweeting:
@anyonewhocares(butpleasenotastalker) i just got dressed.
and mini-me would never let me “like” different things all day.
If I met little 7 year old me,
I’d probably crap my pants.
Cause at the end of the day, I don’t care if I disappoint my...
wow
something to the effect of this
“A fish was obviously made to be in the water and in the water, it is free. So what is it that we were made for?” If we can answer that question we can be free…
A sculpture was once just a piece of rock. It was broken down, chipped away at and shaped, until it became a piece of art. The pieces that were broken off were absolutely necessary in shaping that statue but no one ever looks at those pieces, because the statue is overwhelming more attractive.
Likewise, we are shaped by our mistakes, without them, we’re merely shapeless figures but they...
At night I tell myself I'm a poet
When I write I feel like I try so hard to be profound.
To answer every single life question around.
And in the end I cntrl A, and simply delete,
Cause it was so darn profound I couldn’t even understand.
Most times it’s probably just cause my thoughts aren’t complete,
But I hope this time my poem won’t be so bland.
What am I living for?
It was said that one should either...
