Noodle-Oak

Fallen, Saving your grace, I plummet toward divine imperfection. I am weak, vulnerable, flawed - I'm human. But, so are they, and still they fight. It's insane, this plan of theirs. We cannot possibly win. Still, I'll Try.

"How is a raven like a writing desk?" asks the Mad Hatter in Tim Burton's rendition of Alice in Wonderland. Alice looks at him, perplexed and we mirror her confusion. After all, there is no conceivable, visible, tangible correlation between the two. The Hatter himself admits that he "hasn't the faintest idea" what the two have in common. Yet, with a little imagination, one can see precisely how a raven is like a writing desk. A child walking with his mother spots an injured raven and immediately rushes to it, thinking, as most children do, there must be something he could do to help. Before he reaches the bird, however, the child's mother sc

So many other ideals float through this world, but none as powerful as music. Music calms the most infuriated individuals. Music energizes the tired and inspires the hopeless. Music frees the trapped emotions in our hearts. Music tells us stories long forgotten or newly imagined. From Mendelssohn to Metallica, Jason Aldean to Jay-Z, music combines melody, rhythm, harmony, and meaning to create a tune to carry in our hearts and minds. If music were a visual art, the first thing you would see is the melody. It rises above all else, soaring above rhythm and harmony to create a lasting impression on the ears of all who hear it. Melody is the cri

Four screams of the boatswain's pipe sound. The scullery is set for battle. No-man's land, the counter, is wiped off and gleaming, taunting enemy trays. The trenches of the sink are filled with fresh water, waiting for the onslaught of tuna, rice, peas, and corn. Clean dishes, the traitors, have made their way outside. The dishwasher, affectionately nicknamed the Dragon, is steaming in the background. As enemy sailors invade the mess decks, the warriors of the scullery stand by. They know their enemy well and can anticipate their every move. They are ready. The battle begins slowly, with only a few enemy trays sullying the counter. They are

30FEB2045 08:39:56 … … … … … … … … 30FEB2045 09:03:27 "DEAR PROFESSOR LEN, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE HEART YOU GAVE ME. NOW I CAN FINALLY SING WITH ALL MY HEART. THIS IS THE SONG WE WROTE TOGETHER, THE ONE YOU USED TO SING WITH ME EVERY DAY. I JUST KNOW THAT IF YOU WERE HERE WITH ME NOW, YOU WOULD STILL BE SINGING BESIDE ME. THANK YOU SO MUCH! LOVE ALWAYS, RIN." … … … 14FEB2062 09:56:18 "DEAR PROFESSOR LEN, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE HEART YOU GAVE ME. NOW I CAN FINALLY SING WITH ALL MY HEART. THIS IS THE SONG WE WROTE TOGETHER, THE ONE YOU USED TO SING WITH ME EVERY DAY.

Glances Stolen so often, Words so rarely placed together, Languages spoken only by needy, passionate bodies Eager just to touch, to feel another's warmth again. We crave each other's heartbeats, desire to share every breath. Fingertips touch, and I give a slight shudder. You fill me with such emotion That I can believe In love Again.

Memories of endearing insults surface Sweet nostalgic bitterness ensues Handmade heartache gave me purpose I have nothing left to lose You held me once, shame on you Held me twice, I nearly died For feelings of angels are always true But I, for one, have never tried

I've spent a good deal of time thinking Realizing my heart's been sinking Gasping at the realization that I do indeed have a heart I had actually feared that it was all abstract art Looking in the mirror, all I can do is ask what it was for And pick up the shattered pieces on the floor And where on earth was I going with this? I guess I was just counting all the things that I miss…

"Children are children because they don't realize that they are children." Lisa nodded, gazing out fondly at her two youngest playing outside. It was their favorite game; Humans vs. Aliens. Little Alex, who was just barely five, would pretend to be a vicious alien that spat green acid, which, to the average passerby looked like chunks of grass and weeds. Roy, two years older than his brother, played the role of the combat-savvy general that eventually saved the world after a long, drawn-out battle with the merciless alien. "We could stand to learn a thing or two from them," her mother continued, causing Lisa to raise an eyebrow. "And here