Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

Don't you think I'm tired of you in my mind?
When I try to think, there you are everytime.
You're not going to leave anytime soon, are you?
You're stuck inside my brain and what can I do?
I tried to get you out on numerous occasions.
And all I've gotten is severe mental abrasions.
You always make it worse by being where I can see,
constantly reminding that you're only inside of me.
I wake up punching walls because I can't escape.
I can feel you pushing me till someday I break.
I'll snap one day, just wait and see.
There'll be just another reason for you to stay away from me.

Dear Mt. Ranier,

The elevations have increased, yet life persists to exist here upon this icy razor. I suprise myself how long I have endured. Love of the unknown spurs the great endurance. This small glimpse of you inspires joy that words cannot concieve because its intensity is observed in an unspeakable peace. I know the path beckons the long-suffering which only you yoursefl motivate by means of Your perpetual bloom. And You do your very best to show utmost kindness, and oh, how Midnight does make my fire an inferno. This goodness was expressed thousands of years ago, and still it showers the blessings of your beauty. However, faith in the unseen proves my endurance greater still. Your mildness flowers sweep your ever-shining precipice. This rock has a matchless self-control and keeps your avalanche. Tonight in my quest, I ran upon fight after fight. Why I push myself in such a dimension I'll never understand. How petty these fights were; hence, I became that much more disallusioned within me. To see backward while moving forward is the essence of every trek. The peak is yet miles away, or so it seems. Possibly it is within my grasp, yet my maps read doubt. And yet a fork in my trail, tomorrow lies. Follow thy beloved faith, or that faint dissallusionment? Thank Ranier. For my trail does notreach tomorrow for another 2 days.

---Summit Blanco---

These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with
a most romantic first line... but the least romantic second line.
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I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.

Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not

I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
But I'm really good at telling lies!

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That is why I wake up screaming

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way