[ ] Senior Year (2002 - 2003)
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- Notes on Tragedy [ Separate Page ]
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These tough miles ahead;
there is no stopping,
sunset and sunrise keep coming.
... and days go by.
Waking up with a tired body,
haven't seen a day of rest.
Keep on going, keep on pushing,
... and days go by.
It's the race I've come to be.
Two eyes forward;
no looking back,
... and days go by.
The risks I have to take,
the cold winds I face.
No compass to point my way,
... and days go by.
Blue sky'd plains drift by me.
Gray and unsure eyes watch me.
The dogs of the world (my mind) chase me,
... and days go by.
They tell me the miles are trials...
but they don't bother me.
Time slips away,
... and days go by.
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I can't stand to see the world
with candles that aren't lit.
Red wax molded to perfection,
only gaining dust.
Dark is the world
where candles are not lit.
They have such power to a light a room,
to guide the way for eyes unseeing.
A candle not lit will never experience life.
It can only watch
and hope
that someone will see its worth.
I've often walked by candles unlit.
I've read their stories,
heard their tales,
and wished for them to be lit
... I wish I could keep every candle lit -
The world would be so bright.
But instead I watch
as day gives in too quickly to night.
To all those candles waiting to be lit:
I call out the fight,
"Don't give up,"
because you all will eventually light.
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I could not live without my refrigerator. When I open it, the beacon of light shines on me and I feel blessed. When I wake up, the first object I interact with is the fridge. Opening its door, I view my stomach’s heaven. Along its white side-shelf are drinks of various colors: pale-orange juice, vibrant red fruit punch, brown iced-tea, and an almost empty sixteen ounce Pepsi. On its clear shelves are every kind of food I could imagine, but for now I only need the chilled milk, which the top shelf conveniently displays for me. Without this fridge I would have no milk.
My fridge also holds my lunch dreams. Hiding under the middle shelf is a pull-out tray of lunch meats and cheese. Ham and turkey reside here, along with various cheeses, my favorites being Swiss and American. With no fridge to hold my precious meats, flies and other random people would ruin and eat them. After taking what I need, I place my meats and cheese back into the tray, kept safe for another day.
Dinner is another marvel of the fridge. Past day’s leftovers stay fresh for me to consume. A late cross country meet leaves me with no dinner, but the trusty fridge saves me again. Stored in small Tupperware trays are assortments of mixed rice, broccoli, and pork chops. Kept fresh by the miracle of constant cool temperature, I’m allowed to heat these containers up (of course not forgetting to pop the heat vent open on the Tupperware), after which I can eat away. Thank you, refrigerator!
And it doesn’t even stop there. A late night craving is easily solved by the upper freezer above the fridge. Here, Panda Paws ice cream, frozen pizza pockets, freeze pops, and soon-to-be dinners are kept cold. Stored at a cold temperature, my ice cream is kept safely whole for me to scoop. Without the fridge my ice cream would simply melt away.
The fridge is always open for business. It gives me light - to guide my way. It doesn’t tell me what to eat, it just offers everything - "Take your pick," it implies. My refrigerator gives me all I need; I couldn’t ask for more
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