Day 151

My children

If I have children,
And someday I hope I do,
I don't want them to be like me.
I want them to be strong and unyielding
Like my grandmother.
I want them to love and put others before themselves
Like my mother.
I want them to enjoy the little things and always know when to act like children
Like my brother.
I want them to be themselves and not ever care what others think.
I want them to be courageous.
I want them to be strong-willed.
I want them to be...

All the things that I cannot easily be.

Day 150

"You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky, as we walk in fields of gold." ~Eva Cassidy

Day 149

This weather...
Makes it hard to concieve that
The year has almost come to an end.
The brand new books are worn
Notebooks full
(Well...some of them are..)
And a new chapter begins.

Day 148

I'm not perfect.
I'm not perfect.
I'm not perfect.
I'm not perfect.
I've got to remember this.
Take my faults for what they are worth
And embrace the future.

Day 147

I love the way you dance and sing
When you think no one is watching.
I love how you talk to me
When you need to vent and express ideas.
I love you are so bubbly
And you always cheer me up.
I love our inside jokes.
I love our late night phone calls.
I love how we can read each others minds
I love how we know each other
Sometimes better than we know ourselves...

Day 146

You've got a heart like a lion
But nerves like a small dog.
You've got ideas that could change the world
But you are too lazy to do them.
You are different.
But you are too normal.
You are lovely in nature
But you are still unable to see true beauty.

Day 145

Hands

Your hands tell a story
They revel in wonder while
Curling around tendrils of hair
But also they anger and tense up
When you feel angry.
They wrinkle and decay along with you
As your face and body does the same.
They are an extension of your body
And they express more than you ever could imagine.

Day 144

There is a relief
A sigh
A welcomed response
From stress
From that little reminder
From the pain and anger.
That makes it all worthwhile.

Day 143

I sit in a class filled with college students...
Children.
Who don't want to be here.
So, why are they?
The mood is dull and unexciting
Because they don't want to be here.
Why must I suffer because of the few?
Children.

Day 142

Etched across the sky, the trees are a reminder of past loss, but a steady and resistant future.

Day 141

Isn't it funny
How you make such a big deal over the smallest things?
Why don't you just ride it out?
Take the little joys in life and embrace them
And accept defeat once in a while
Because eventually,
Everything will make sense.

Day 140

Exhausted...
Utterly and completely
Drained
To the point of stumbling
Weakened muscles and limbs
Where the only thought
Is relaxing
And a comfortable bed
To do it in.

Day 139

There is nothing
I don't know what to say.
You've left me....
Speechless.
I can't say what I want
Because what I want
I don't know.

Day 138

Lazy days
Lounging around
Catching up on work
Reading novels
Watching tv
Drinking and snacking.

It's nice every once in a while.

Day 137

Chess

The pieces move like soldiers
Mechanically and systematically.
The mind must think ahead
Always at least three steps ahead
To anticipate.
Bishop moves
The rook stays behind
To guard the King and Queen.

The problem with me is...
When I'm thinking three steps ahead
It's always the first and easiest move
That gets me.
Checkmate.

Day 136

What is written on the office door

Out of the office for now.
I needed to get some air
Although the air outside is just as bad.
Went for a walk in the park
To feed pigeons
And buy a sandwich for that homeless guy
Because money wouldn't really help.
Gonna buy a cheesecake
Because my diet has been going so well
And I need a treat.

Oh and by the way,
That paper is due by 3:30.

Day 135

Honestly Considerate

Speak what you mean.
Saying things you later regret
Speaking out about things you care about
All make a difference in the end.
I will tell you what I think
And later on, I won't regret it.
You ask for my opinion
I'll give it to you.
So don't ask unless you want to know.
I'm not mean
I'm honestly considerate.

Day 134

Flecks of dust caress
Barewood flores that once were
Polished rocks in streams
Glassy and floating
Paperweights
That hold together my chest
Chest full of hearts
Closed and bound together
Bound and gagged
Like rope
Rope and twine
Keeping me alive.

Day 133

(Okay guys, this one is a little different, because I didn't start out to write it for my poem of the day, but I finished it and loved it, so, yeah, it's my poem today. :D)


A Place For Broken Dreams?

Is there a place where broken dreams go? Is there a place that holds them and never lets them go? What happens to these dreams when someone goes away? Are they locked away forever, too hard to ever reach? What would happen if we ever found the key?

If there was such a place where broken dreams go, would we ever know? How would you count them? How could you place them? How could you place them? Would they only serve reminders of what you’ve lost? Or maybe, would these dreams push us to see what we’ve gained?

What kind of place would broken dreams reside? Mountain tops high in the sky or in a desert sand hole somewhere to hide? Is there really room for these lost things? In the entire world, it is it possible to find? Is a secret like that too great for man-kind?

And what of the future? What will happen we’re gone? Will our cluttered dreams litter roads and lawns? Is it the only thing we’re really left behind? What does this mean?

What does this mean? Why can’t I find this place where dreams go to die? Why do I feel like I’m the only one to try? Are there others, like me, that cry? Do they cry at lost hopes and dreams, replaced easily it seems?

So, is there a place for broken dreams?

If there is, open the door and set them free.

Day 132

Wide eyes
Full of wonder.
Everything is new
Different
Wonderful
To be explored
Created.
Those wide eyes
Make me smile
For more people need to view the world
Through wide eyes.

Day 131

So, there's this story I once heard
A long time ago
That started with star-crossed lovers
And ended, with death and woe.
Now I don't know
If the story was true
But those star-crossed lovers
Remind me of me and you.

It's not romantic to say
In fact, it's far from it
That a love could never truly be real
Until someone else felt it.
A love never meant to be
Felt only by one or the other
It never really exists
It only serves to bother.

Now Juliet is gone to meet her maker
And Romeo not far behind...
And the other souls are left to pick up the pieces
Because their own loves are too kind.

Day 130

Splatter-painted

The hussling rain
Blows into my mouth
Grazes my skin
With unmindful whips against my skin.
It is wet, yes
And my sweatshirt holds the reminders
Drops and drops
Painted like a spastic four-year old
Splatter-painted.

Day 129

Books
They say you won't last
But I think they are wrong
Your heart and words are alive with song.
It fills me up and I breathe a sigh
With you, my dear, I feel alive.
I'm off somewhere else
Away from here
Yet no ticket is needed
There is no travel to fear.
I am away and yet I'm still here
If someone needs me to lend an ear.
Floating, falling
I'm still here
If only in body
Not in mind.

Day 128

Lazy sun
Lying half-way in between awake and napping
A book on my lap
Scattered pages in the grass
Homework pages on my lap
Wind through my hair
Sun shining on my skin.
Somewhere happy to be.

Day 127

Bumblebees

They aren't really supposed to fly
Their bodies are too heavy
And their wings are too small.
Scientifically speaking,
They aren't supposed to fly.
There is no reason for them to fly
It doesn't make sense.

They aren't supposed to fly...

Try telling them that.
They fly anyway.

Day 126

I hate Mondays.

Day 125

Easter
A time with brightly colored easter dresses
Beautiful flowers emerging
Chocolate bunnies
Jelly beans
Easter grass
And spending some time together
With friends and family. :)
That's where I like to be.

Day 124

Campus Life

Mysterious knitted things appearing on poles.
(Knitting mafia?)
Masked students running around giving out candy.
Intense games of Magic.
Water balloons being thrown from dorm windows.
Late night cram sessions.
Sleeping in until lunchtime on weekends.
Time on my hands, but nothing to do.

Yay college!

Day 123

My Life

What about me?
It doesn't really matter about that.
Tell me about you.

My life isn't all that interesting...
I'm like Regina Spektor
Making up little white lies about my life
In order to sound interesting...

Me?
I cry too easily.
I get angry when I'm provoked
But will bottle emotions down until I choke.
I don't like to make waves
But I do when it matters.

What about you?
What do you do?

Day 122

Fool

Behind the mask
The fool performs for everyone
There is laughter and there is no care.
He is a clever fool
Playing tricks
Banana peels
Water balloons
Tied shoelaces.
But behind his mask
He wants to be...

A singer.