First semester of freshman year

I've learned of how little I know. From anything involving academics to myself. I walked in on September 20th so sure of myself. And I've been completely broken down and had to give up a lot of things. But I've gained so much more. I've gained friends. Enemies. Knowledge. Mentors. And better sight of my selfie and the world around me.

I can only hope to do even better next semester. I came into college hoping that it would mold me into a better human being. So far I think that I'm headed in that direction. I feel like I may be starting to see the world from a better angle that I did before. Yes, the hound Marxist revolutionary that walked In a few months ago has now changed and while I still wish the world would see things from a truly communist perspective, I must also admit that at this point nor at any point in my life will it ever be realistic. But I believe I can do my part to push things more toward that direction as Ernesto Guevara did. But what is a human being? Is that something that anyone can even do research on, off is it something you have to come into your own?

To Lindsey

To Lindsey,

How could one forget,
Thy lovely ness hitch take my breath.
And all the beauty which shone through,
Shone trough the smoke and hue

One promise I am to keep,
To remember thy soul stout in my mind t keep
In my monthly memory sleep
So thy memory Am I to reap

Don't forget me my beautiful Delta G
The promise of a poem I am a obliged to keep
So I liv for thy smile
I pray for thy fierce fire

So you may think that I am but a lonesome child
Please don't leave me by the hall isle
For your red dress I must confess
Will leaf me in beauty's sweet distress

So here's to you with thy sweet charm
I leave my thought t your harm
And you may think me  of a foo your hate would be moats cruel
Your eyes will bing me such sweet calm

So as I lay my head to rest
I pray for your hands sweet caress
To ease me to a peaceful slumber
Pane my hearts cry for you forever thunder