Fresh outta art school
I’m quickly realizing that
those 6-hour classes with
dreadlocked, tattooed classmates
weren’t part of the real world Continue reading [Fresh outta art school]
If you’re wondering why the stanzas are so weird, it’s because I originally wrote this piece as a song, not a poem….
There are paths we walk when we are lost
There are ways we change our world with words
Our sight with labels put on lines
Our eyes with tears we cry at night
Am I two spirits flying blind
Am I lost too deep inside
Myself and all the other things
I keep there – buried away
Am I alone as I would think
After all these years without Continue reading Flying Blind
It’s that time of the year again: the semester’s end, where the days consist of more schoolwork than sleep, the nerds run for cover, and the all-nighters begin. I call it Haiku Season – cause seventeen syllables is about all I’ve got brainpower for. Continue reading Haiku for the Braindead
I dunno about you, but in my world, INTJs always wear cloaks and carry scythes….
I say INTP because that’s my type, but I’m pretty sure all introverts feel this way sometimes….
INFJs can range from refreshingly unconventional to inhumanly strange. It’s really hard to pinpoint them because they’re just so… different. Even for people.
The easiest way to spot an INFJ is to find their cause. Pretty much all INFJs have some grand cause they see as their mission in life – whether its educating others, spreading the joy of music, protecting kids from abuse, or campaigning for the environment. INFJs stick to their cause like burrs, and it is this cause that ends up defining a lot of who they are… for better or worse. Continue reading INFJs and other genuinely decent persons