I wrote this poem just now. Had a stroke of inspiration and couldn't help myself. I think I'm the next Walt Whitman. 

the trees are...

green like my sweater

yellow like my grandpa's teeth

orange like a burning house

pink like the eyes of every kid in the pool

red like your blood

brown like poop

that's right

poop

Pretty good, huh? I'm diggin the free verse style right now. You know what else should be free? Coffee.

Speaking of free, Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving, all. This is a short [incomplete] list of stuff I'm thankful for (in order of increasing textual length using the blog input font):

life

God

food

blogs

piano

music

family

shelter

school

friends

Nutella

literacy

Chowon

the Bible

and more!

computers

notebooks

logic/reason

Speer Chapel

feelings/emotions

beauty(in general)

Strong Bad's Time Machine

Hope you all have a great weekend. Feel free to let me know what you're thankful for. If your list is as long as mine, you can bet I won't be reading/listening for most of it.

"We are getting gas; we're giving spare change to the homeless; we are watching television; we are not watching the signs."