I am a sophomore at The University of Texas in Austin. I enjoy painting, writing poetry, backpacking and playing the bass. 

One of my favorite books I've read for school is The Republic by Plato. 

One of my favorite books I've read outside of school is Light in August by William Faulkner. 

Below is a piece of my writing; hope you enjoy it.

                                                                                                        © 2005, Tripp Lybrand

 

It was a path to start your stride,

And it would follow after.

It was a roughly traveled road,

Filled with puddles of laughter.

 

Mostly weaved of all our soft thoughts,

And paved with preemptive hopes.

Lined with trees, born with character.

Limbs hang; strangled ropes.

 

Part stones, pebbles, and easy sand.

Stumble, raw bloody knees.

Slow trees lock their knuckles, no sky left whole.

Sun shines like so many seas.

 

When the path has faded into life;

You’ve weathered the saints and the sin,

You will have tears, and smile worn cheeks.

 Looking back it starts again.

Funerals and Kisses
 

The withdrawn flowers hide themselves,

Bent in front of the sharp lined stage.

A small voice, weeping normal words,

Lightly steals the breath off everyone’s lips.

For a moment they are real.

Raw tears only see the forest.

Ending, they retrieve their crisp exterior.

Shaking hands, with smiles they resume.

 

A partly creased finger cuts in the sand

Raw songs of his heart that will never be read.

For the tickling waves, that smoothly cover the shore,

Draw down the soft sand to clean his deep paper of scars.

These moments offer prism glances

Into the unseen never years,

Where we will view each other and ourselves

Raw and real; nothing to mask our soul.