If you're angry, you don't have to write a poem dealing with the cause of your anger. But it needs to be an angry poem. So go ahead... write one. I know you're at least a little bit angry with me. And when you're done with your poem, decipher it as if you'd just found it printed in a textbook and know absolutely nothing about its author. The results can be amazing...and scary. But it's always cheaper than a therapist.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.