So this is the new year, and I don't feel any different.

msquared — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:01:21 -0500

(Yay for Death Cab for Cutie allusions.)

Wow, a new year; a fresh start. Maybe. This year has been a never-ending assault of trials and tribulations, and I don't know if I'm ready yet to completely leave them - and 2008 - completely behind.

An update that's way past due.

msquared — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 01:42:16 -0500

It's been a long time since I've written an entry that hasn't been poetry/tidbits. I think I'm due.

Alley Cat

msquared — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 12:16:04 -0500

Alley Cat

sometimes it still happens, even now.
usually it’s somewhere around midnight,
when only alley cats, groping for a spot of milk,
stalk the silence of asphalt beneath the stars,
and the padding of their sliced-up paws
is a whisper outside my bedroom window.
when my heavy yet sleepless eyes
see them weaving among the parade of
neighborhood garbage cans,

Homecoming.

msquared — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 19:39:53 -0400

MIA's Paper Planes is playing nonstop for me right now.

Hey!

msquared — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 15:43:12 -0400

I'm nominated for homecoming king. Exciting, no? If my lesbian friend and I both win queen and king, we're going to turn homecoming...

...into homocoming. Bwa haha.

P.S.
Isn't Sarah Palin fucked up?!

I dropped...

msquared — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 19:13:58 -0400

...AP Biology. And it was the best decision of my life. =] Some things just aren't worth it, you know? I'd rather be happy and somewhat slacking than miserable and "ahead of the game"--whatever that means.

I think I'm going to go back to focusing on English and its subsidiaries, reading and writing. That shit I actually ENJOY. =]=]=]=]=]

AP Classes...

msquared — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 15:58:18 -0400

...are utterly ridiculous. Thank you.

A Rather Short Short Story

msquared — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 18:53:21 -0400

The Willow

Wheel

msquared — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 17:41:27 -0400

[This should be pretty relatable for everyone going through HISS (homework induced stress syndrome).]

Wheel

i am a wheel, i go around
and around around and around around and around.
crooked grooves run down my black body
like cattle brands or bar codes;
men with greasy hands tell me i’m efficient,
i’m sorry, but i’m just ugly.

have you ever showered in oil?

Black

msquared — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 05:09:50 -0400

[More of a story/catharsis than an actual poem with a theme, but if you can find a theme, tell me!]

Black

black—too close to lack
to be a comfortable word.
black like your unchallenged hair,
running in waves and rivulets
across your lonely head.
black as in the night
when i ran into streetlamp shadows
and practiced sonnets with the pebbles,
that knew the words as well as you did.

I Am Not a Fag

msquared — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 03:41:15 -0400

[Pretty vulgar.]

I Am Not a Fag

i am not a fag.

i am not a tutu-toting,
prada-proffering,
limp-wristed vagina,
looking to get fucked.

i am not a back alley,
bending-over boy,
with a dildo on my key-chain,
a grin on my glossed lips.

or a walking rainbow,
a puddle of sunshine,
looking to brighten your day
and trim your nails and
renovate your house
all at the same time

Musings

msquared — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 23:56:07 -0400

Band camp. Deeeeeath. There was a heat index of 118 today, and I was lucky enough to be marching for 7 hours out in it. Band is pretty ridiculous, and I fail to learn just about anything from it anymore, but I'm sticking around just to finish it out in my high school career. Pffft, I'm such a tool.

Recent Events

msquared — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 13:41:36 -0400

I think I'm the first person on the planet not to like Dark Knight. Did anyone else notice that it was way too drawn out, had barely any good action, and lacked a central conflict? Although I am on par with everyone else that I think Heath Ledger was masterfully fabulous.

Dry Confession

msquared — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 00:06:32 -0400

Dry Confession

“hate is a rather strong word,”
he says, pulling the mug from his lips,
setting it down with a hollow clatter
on the diner’s cold and freckled table.
the mug sits close to the edge.
if i pound my fist on the table,
like i’ve been planning to do
for all these years,
it would fall.
the words “world’s best dad”
would shatter into

Father's Day, 2008

msquared — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 14:36:30 -0400

Father’s Day, 2008

are you god?
because you are everywhere.
i see you all the time:
puddles and mirrors,
picnic tables
and empty parking lots.

half-empty beer cans
breathe your name down my neck;
hallmark made a day for you.

you’re probably still washing yourself
with my power ranger soap.