This poem may have meant nothing to you but I am confident that tonight my taking the time to actually write out my anger instead of acting on it has… - Buddy Wakefield

All these kids you can't seem to make any sense of would stop holding you so far off the edge of your seats if you'd start holding yourselves to the promises you make. We know you're not perfect because we're not. And I know I ain't perfect. But I believe I was meant to be.

I keep forgetting to put focus on my to-do list. I keep forgetting to wander and have fun. I know I’m transparent but my insecurities are in all the right places, so go ahead, have a look.

If we were created in God's image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.