Random Writings
Haiku #1:
Time to realize
That maybe I don’t belong
I think I should go
Haiku #2:
But persistence
Is one way to show you care
For the ones you love
Quip #1:
Equality has never been normal
But then again, normal never changed history
Men or Women
Black or White.
Quip #2:
Alone it started
All alone until he saw me.
And then it progressed
It ended with the cunsumption
of one pint of vodka and twelve bottles of Guinness…
and our kiss.
Quip #3:
Let’s be able to write ourselves into the future.
Take a step and
let our voices be heard.
Quip #4:
Let us no longer be defined by a generation that
no longer, values what is best for our country
but what is best for their history.
Jack & Jill
This is my version of the classic… It may be a little out there but give it a chance! 
(By the way this was an assignment for my writing class. I wrote very quickly.)
Jack began the slow waltz up the side of the mountain. With each step the pain in his ankle made him stumble. No matter the pain, Jack could not take his eyes away from the beauty that beheld him.
The trees were rocking back and forth as if to loll a baby to sleep after a nightmare. This motion was very relaxing and Jack decided to take advantage of this and rest a little.
Minutes later Jack was being jostled. As his eyes adjusted from the blur, a beautiful face came into view. This face happened to belong to his daughter, Jill.
Rather then be upset with his little girl he decided to bring her along. Farther up the mountain they went. While treading one foot in front of the other Jill explained what she was doing up that mountain.
You see Jack forgot his pail, and how could he be fetching water without a pail to put it in?
Finally they reached the top, to be greeted only by a rusty chain digging down into the well. With little effort, Jack began filling his pail.
When the pail was filled he sat down on that mountain with his daughter and split his sacked lunch with her. And they soon started down that mountain.
About two-thirds the way down the wind began to toy with their hair. Blowing it into and out of their faces. Jack began to laugh and turned to Jill to whisper into her ear.
“Let’s have a race,” he said.
And before she could begin running Jack jumped on his side and began tumbling down the mountainside. Jill, laughing in part because her father was silly and the water was dancing out of the pail faster then her father was spinning. When she could control her laughter she too jumped on her side and started rolling right after her father.
The trees leaves waved and the wind howl their cheers behind the pair, but their laughter was the only thing that they remembered from that day. The water didn’t matter and the pain would ease, but the memory of her laughter in his ears and his laughter in hers would remain for years to come.
