Save Me

Save me. I'm drowning in my own thoughts.

Save me. Throw me a rope, and call it hope. I scream and, you don't hear me. This is a lesson of despair. A moment of suffering.

Save me. I'm suffocating in this ocean of fears, this sea of insecurities. Violent waves of doubt, cloud my young mind. No man can see his future and, almost every man forgets his past.

Save me, I'm held captive by this vicious cycle called Today. Tell me when will tomorrow come? When will you save me?

~Jordan L. Rivera

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So I wrote this poem out of no where. It's a piece that came from deep with in me. I didn't even realize I was feeling in need of salvation until I wrote this. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed it.

Yawn...

6/1/08
5:41pm

So I'm ok the train on my way to class. And well, I just saw this lady yawn. And then I yawned. Ok, now I know we've all heard the term "yawns are contagious" but has anyone stopped to seriously consider why?

Well, I have.

Sadly I haven’t come up with any genius idea. I mean I tried telling myself that maybe with each yawn comes another way that we as humans communicate with one another. LOL.

I doubt that makes any sense. But it was a random thought. Like what if yawning is just another way of playing telephone.

Hey, ya never know...