Another weekend is gone. Only 4 more weeks of school left. Kinda glad but I'm gonna miss being on my own. I know I promised a long entry a few days ago but sometimes I don't keep promises. :-) I wrote a few poems last week. Most of them sucked but there was one I liked. Here it is: In a flurry, unparalleled in nature, She swept into the room. Holding out the slip of paper Like it, only being a slip of paper, Was to blame for his transgretion, His affair, His betrayal. She stared at the numbers, The scribbled "Chrissy", The lipstick kiss. Said to him: It is over. Pack your bags. Leave my home. Now it was his turn to stare His turn to see the number, the name, the kiss His turn to talk: That's not mine. She meant nothing. It meant nothing. He might as well said: Your not mine. You mean nothing. This means nothing. Do you like it? I'm not sure if I do. Be honest.