Day 90

Pure Brilliance

Don'tcha love the feeling
The feeling of being free
Of realizing something is no longer holding you back?
Do you love the feeling
Of realizing you've got a whole life to do what you want
And maybe, you already know what you want to do?
Do you love the feeling
Of the wind through your hair?
Of air filling your lungs
Of strength
Of love
Of courage.
I do.
It's pure brilliance.

Day 89

The outpouring of generosity
Makes my heart smile.
Karma karma karma.
It never ceases to amaze me.
Everything always happens for a reason
And only when we are meant to find out
Do we, in fact, find out.
The more we protest
More we struggle
The harder it is for us to find out why.
Generosity.

Day 88

It shouldn't be about
Who can do it faster
Who can do it sooner
It should be about who is more accurate
Who uses the right way
Who doesn't step on others to get what they want.
It should be
And it will be for me.

Day 87

I'm not writing a poem today.
I just thought I'd let you know.
My words are dried up today
And I want to do other things tonight.

So, no poem today.

Day 86

Speak

Speak what you want to hear
What the words upon your lips upon your brain
Wants you to see
What it wants you to believe.
Believe what you will, but you'll never take me
Never take what words I'm going to say
Because what I speak doesn't come from man-made things.
My words are my own
Speak my own way
Believe my own way
I am my own.
And I speak what I want to hear.

Day 85

Leaves
Leaves in the autumn
rustle past like broken paper bags
brown sometimes but also green and yellow...
They remind me of childhood
jumping into the dark depths that lie underneath.

Day 84

Struggling

It doesn't mean you are any less of a person
It doesn't mean you are weak
It doesn't mean you can't do it
It doesn't mean you are a failure
It doesn't mean you will never make it

It doesn't define you
It doesn't mean anything.

Pick up your head and try again
None of us are perfect
Even though we secretly tell ourselves we are.

Day 83

It was worth it
She told herself as she walked just a little slower.
It was worth it
He told himself as he barely could keep himself up.
It was worth it
He didn't care that others looked at him.
It was worth it
He knew no one else could understand.
It was worth it
It was worth it
It was worth it
She said it
But she didn't believe it.

Day 82

I'll never be able to describe
The love for a child
Waking up every morning
To find the sheets pulled up
So they won't get cold.
Sacrificing everything
Just so their child could be happier.
The love for a child
Can't be measured in words
Can't be expressed in greeting cards.
There's a reason they will never be a shortage of mothers in the world
For the love of a child.

Day 81

:)

Turn off the outside lights
Lock the door
Relax and watch some tv
Have a snack
Unwind for a while...
It's the weekend.

Day 80

Life/Death

Flickering scenes flash before me
Fragments of my life
Played on a projector screen
As I lay back in the drive-in movie.
No one else seems to notice
It's my life thats flashing by.
A smiling blonde child
Laughing and crying
Running in circles
Falling down but getting back up.
Scenes of my life
Seem so distant
Not mine...
The film is too short.

Day 79

Untitled #325323

Staring at an empty page or computer screen
Doesn't make it any easier to write how I feel.
Words only help so much
When what you're feeling is more...
How to start
When words don't come
Because they never do when you want them to
And words can only say so much.

How can emotion be properly defined?
How can love, grief, sadness, be explained?
How can hatred?
Words are only words.
Words are only words.

Day 78

Fat Tuesday

Parade down Bourbon street
Wearing masks of purple and green
Throwing glitter everywhere
Indulge in some of the less finer things in life
A moral holiday
Where everyone's invited
To party like there's no tomorrow.
The somber season is ahead
So give it one last hurrah.

Day 77

Another day
Another time
Another love
Another rhyme....

Break monotony with nonconformity.
Anarchy?
Maybe.
Non-violent protest?
More likely.

Day 76

Valentine's Day
A day that capitalizes on the pure innocence of love
And puts a price tag on how you care.
Why?
Maybe if we buy enough candy
Buy enough roses
Buy enough little trinkets
We can do what it's meant for
Buy love.
I'd prefer not to buy happiness
Thank you very much.

Happy Singles Awareness Day everybody.

Day 75

Boy
you're like a fireball burning
feeling no pain, only feeling the heat
and going along for the ride.
Girls are drawn to fireballs
the heat makes them wonder
and they have to look.
But, do they stay?
Even fireballs burn out eventually
and what will be left after you burn out
but ashes.

Day 74

Dear Anonymous,

Why don't you speak up for yourself
When people use your ideas?
Your lines are brilliant
Ideas that have gone through generations
Concepts that we all believe in
Yet we don't even know your name.

Maybe
Just maybe
Anonymous...
You know something
You feel something
That I'll never know.

Day 73

I'll write your five page paper
I'll commit the days to memory
I'll take your pop quizzes about things I'll never need to know
I'll study books written by old dead men
I'll be quiet and listen to you speak
I'll speak when you want me to
I'll be objective
I'll write opinions that you believe in
I'll do what you want me to do in class
I'll be just like everyone else.

But you can never, ever change me.

Day 72

You've got a shy, beautiful smile
And you're clumsy, tripping over your feet as well as words.
You can spout out random facts
To try and hide your own insecurity
But socially,
You don't know where to begin.
Got a beautiful mind
And, although you're not one of those "manly man"
You're beautiful.

Day 71

Maybe One More Time

Inside, the walls are crashing down
With every smile
With every word you say
Every time you make eye contact
And stop to chat a while.
Outside, the world is changing
More important things are happening
Life goes on.
But now,
I feel the urge to pick my heart up off the ground
Maybe one more time.

Day 70

Outside My Room

On the snow outside my room it seems
someone is drawing
someone is creating
on the pure brilliance of snow.
The sun reflects back at me
only to blind me from what I can see
because I never wear sunglasses.

The slush, the snow, the rain, the mud, the water,
ice tunnels, snowmen, snow forts, snow angels
drawn in the snow, created in the snow.

Outside my room...
childhood innocence remains.

Day 69

*snicker*
I know I'm at least a little mature
because I will not snicker at the title...
Too late.
I'm old enough to know better, I guess
But I don't have to act like it.
Living life like a five year old
who just downed five mega pixie sticks
and three cans of Coke.
Yeah, life can be shaky
Life can be cruel, it's true
But it's better knowing I've got my family and friends
And they are what spins my world round.
That and probably all those pixie sticks...

Day 68

Word Association Lesson #3

Dorito chips with ranch dressing
Mountain dew cans
television commercials
Taco Bell?
Criminal Minds marathon
Doing half-hearted homework
Time flies by
But I'm still having fun.

Day 67

Be aware
Be prepared
Be unique
Be awesome
Be mindful
Be curteous
Be open-minded
Be this
Be that
Be a good person
Be nice....

But be yourself.

Day 66

Word Association Lesson #2

Wild winter weather
snow storms
snowmen's carrot noses
grocery store parking lots
racing shopping carts at dawn
sunrise, sunset
gotta love the fiddler on the roof
fight hatred
embrace tradition
look forward to the future.

Day 65

Dreaming of warmer weather
beaches of sand
palm trees
where it's nice and warm
and I can leave my parka at home.
Ah, to have the sun shine again
Where I can feel the heat.

Day 64

Corruption

Around and around in circles we go
Where it stops, nobody knows.
Let the accusations fly
Duck, duck, duck, duck….
Goose.
The goose is the one with the unlucky day
Taking the blame for which everyone else must pay.
Mary had a little lamb
Made into chops for the prisoner on death row
While a homeless veteran eats out of a trash can.
Quite contrary, that Mary
Whose garden grows
Until a company buys out her garden
And instead, a Home Depot grows.
Little girls are made of sugar, spice and everything nice
But what is America made out of?
When once I looked up at the stars,
I now look up into the smog
Of the companies promising to change the environment.
Ashes
Ashes
We all fall…

Down.

Day 63

No poem today

I'm tired.
Frustrated.
I hate mondays.
Exhausted.
Overwhelmed.
Overworked.
Underpaid.
So, eff this
I'm not doing a poem today.