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"Alec Grimm is such a cutie and I love that he is always so happy :)"
"I absolutely love looking at some of the guys on campus. I mean I get the notion that some of the ones that are really good looking are kind of arrogant, even though I'm sure this is not true for all of them, but when I try and get to know some of them I get super nervous. I don't know maybe I'm just a wimp."
"stefon message me ok?"
"I think Ryan Hackel is really cute and has gorgeous eyes!!!"
"the oracle is a feministcentric mouthpiece of the administrration guh i swear if i see a red blazero n the cover agian.."
"my roommate and i spend our evenings eating gummy bears while she watches anime and i watch planet earth. does this mean we are datable?"
"To the people who created this page your next job or website idea should be a Hamline Online dating site!!"
"Fucked up huge recently. In a colossal, cruel, unbelievable way and threw away the boy I had come to love. I know one day it'll be ok, and this'll just be a bad memory, but until then, this is my apology."
Epiphany
A moment
With brevity like fading sunlight
And fleeting memory
One-sixtieth a gentle arc
O’er the face of time’s mastery
Slowly corroding
Here I have it all and have it not
Here I have a full head and heavy heart
Burdened by empty arms
A lifetime
Or so it seems to me
Stretched out o’er the shifting sands
Of my memory
A trail of footprints
Lost, for the wash of the sea
Of time, I could not control
Of tears, I could not show
An age that now festers for me
And itches of some point
Glorious and so very simple
I’ve failed to see
Gripped in the throes of night
By arms, warm and strong
Encircling in the growing morning light
I see, through the window shaded
My eyelids flutter,
Oh the sight!
The wonder of every passing day
To have the silent perfection
Of that first and forgotten frame
He smiles, and what is there
But to smile back?
He holds me, and what is there
But simple care
And quiet love in that?
A moment
Where now I wake
The throes of night the only arms
Encircling, not to comfort
But to shake
And in the dark those things
Those places that I know so well
Are twisted, shifting shapes
Casts of unknown characters
With no love for memory
No love for meaning well
And I will away softly
To the window and see reflected
Only the rough sketch
Dark and craven smatterings of a soul
Who held the one he loved
For a lifetime
For a moment
And in that moment
Let him go