Rant

I don't care anymore. I just can't care anymore. It's just too much. Ugh. This is my second 
rejection letter. Well technically my first, I was wait-listed on the other one. But come on, 

it's basically the  the same thing. I know they weren't the ones I truly wanted, but it still 
hurts. When it came in the mail in the mail, I wasn't really surprised; it was a regular envelope, and we all know what the small envelopes mean. My eyes hit the middle of the letter and by chance I landed on the phrase "comes as a disappointment to you, Robert" I read the it over again at least least four times. At this point in life, I've come to terms with the fact that I'm incapable of expressing emotion. I give up trying to. But I'm starting to worry if I'm loosing all sense of my aspirations in life. Aspirations for life. I'm not gonna commit suicide or anything. I'm too much of a bitch. I honestly think you have to be one of the strongest people to give up your life. We set such high goals for ourselves in life, well at least I do, knowing how bad our circumstances are. I don't know why that's so bad. I know there's 

been countless times where I've been fucked, but I always take these huge ass leaps of faith, 

in hopes of progression. People state that they want you to bette yourself, but whenever 

you try, it seems like you never are giving the oppurtunity. I don't know, I'm not depressed, 

it's saddening and all. Depressed was being called gay, faggot, and everything else my three 

years in middle school brought me. I don't know. I don't know how I should feel towards 

this. This rat just isn't making sense anymore, so I'm gonna end it now.

I am

I am tall
I am huge
I am a mountain
I am a tower
I am a giraffe
I am a tree
I am a flag pole
I am skyscraper
I am a street lamp
I am a light house
I am the ideal basketball player
I hitting my head on the ceiling
I am too damn big
This is mainly what I get
I am Robert Boone and I’m honestly not that tall..

Knot Now

She adjusted his bow tie. When she finished, they both looked up into the mirror . Her lips slowly pulled together a smile. And in his ear he heard the phrase “ This is your night” This was Mathew Poeher’s first solo concert . They soon arrived at the opera house where he would be performing. Backstage, Mathew peaks his head through the crimson red curtains to find his wife sitting readily and attentive, who had aided him with anything and everything all in preparation for this night. She was placed in the semi-right of the forth row in the house seats. “ She deserves a better seat than that. She deserves better than this!”, he thought to himself. This show was no longer for Mathew, it  instead was for his wife. The crowd was packed; not an empty seat, and from the eager looks on their faces, Mathew knew her should head out. The lights began to dim after he gave his cue. You can see a young couple seven seats down from where Mathew’s wife was sitting. The two were so frantic. “He was just here.”, the husband said. The wife’s cry “Jonathan, Jonathan” drawled most of the surrounding people’s attention. The couple didn’t want to be rude so they sat back in their seats Suddenly, the spotlight slowly makes it way to the stage, and as the curtains pull open you find little Jonathan plopped upon the bench in front of the piano, playing on the keys. Mathew saw the young boy as he was walking out. At first, he was shocked; what was he to do? This was how his big night was supposed to start? The he flashed-back to a memory of a memory of his grandfather teaching him how to play piano every Sunday since he was a young boy. He was the reason for Mathew being the great musician that he is today. Mathew continued out onto the the stage and perched next to the little boy. The couple sitting there, afraid as to how he might react or what he might say. “ Keep on playing”, Mathew says to the little boy. Little Jonathan continues on in his rendition of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” and Mathew plays around the boy. It sounds lovely and everyone is enjoying themselves. When it is finished, the entire audience rises from their seats and applauds. And Mathew looks up to see the overwhelmed joy on his wife’s and Little Jonathan’s parents’ faces.