Day 182

Why, oh why, is it so hot?
It's not even summer
It's too hot for spring.
I'm sweating while I sit outside
Pools are just opening
And all I want to do
Is stay cool
While getting a tan.

Day 181

Tired...

My eyelids waver slightly
My joints refuse to move
My limbs are frozen in place.
My mind is blank
My body is numb.
Tired.

Day 180

New Things

There are new things
That approach us and make us think.
I am always confronted
And must adjust
To new things
That approach me.

Day 179

The heavy rain clouds loom over
It's not the way I want it to be.
I miss sunny days
Lemonade with little umbrellas
Strawberry shortcake
Sun tan oil
Pool water.
Yeah...
That is summer
Not these rainy clouds.

Day 178

Reflection

I can see myself staring back
And more oftan than not
I like what I see staring back.
She's smart for the most part
Sensitive and loyal too.
She's got a lot going for her
This is true
But she seems a little sad sometimes.

Day 177

The Boogeyman

The Boogeyman hides
in the night
and is real
because I've seen him...
He shows up as the monster he is
in the shadows on the wall
shapes of strangers
and criminals...
He is real
and hides in the night.

Day 176

Onward and forward
Keep on going
Despite the boring and somewhat dull present.
There's going to be a brighter
And better future
Just a little bit farther along.
It will come
So I will wait.

Day 175

My eyes burn.
My stomach rumbles.
I feel tired.
My head pounds.
I have a sensitivity to light.
My thumbs hurt.

Just another day as a gamer.

Day 174

Boredom
Nothingness
Pencil on paper
Unopened notebooks
New projects
Paints
Cooking supplies
Salt dough
Crafting
Warm blankets
Lit candles
Quiet evening.

Day 173

Shiver.
Chill up the spine.
Goosebumps.
Dialating pupils.
Shiver.
Hair standing up one end.
Tremble.
Shake.
Shiver.

Day 172

The heat blankets over me
A layer of sweat drips down
Blinding my eyes
Covering my face.
In the sun and the heat
Cracking open a novel
Sipping an iced tea
I can live with this.

Day 171

"Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be read once." ~Cyril Connolly

Day 170

Lucky
I'm lucky for what I've got
I'm lucky for those in my life
I'm lucky for the love of my friends
I'm lucky....
But still...
I'm not lucky enough.

Day 169

Let the rain fall outside my window
So I can watch the sparrow birds shake themselves
to clear off the rain and chirp happily while they do so.
Let it fall fall fall fall
So the grass outside can grow a lusher green and
plants can turn bright, violent colors
to cheer you up on a cold day.
Let the rain fall around me
So I can dance in the drops
to remind myself that I am one with everything around me
and that I am alive.

Day 168

Waiting
is never easy for me
because action action
Action is what I live for
and the hustle and bustle
feels like productivity.
Waiting however, feels
Blank.

Day 167

Birthday
A very merry birthday to me
Another year alive and kicking.
Friends and cake and presents
A day all about me.
I don't feel any older yet
But I just bet
In a couple more
I'll be wishing I was younger again.

Day 166

My Favorite Things-New York City
(to the tune of My Favorite Things...obviously)

Flashing lights flashing
And sirens horns blaring.
Taxi cabs rushing
And odd people smoking.
Weird smoke that rises from odd little rings
These are a few of favorite things.
When the day sucks
When my feet ache
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my New York trip.
Then I don't feel so bad.

Day 165

Hurried and altogether
Rushed because
Time doesn't stop for
Anyone no matter who you are
So step up to the plate my fellow
Friend and see it unfold
All around you.

Day 164

Living in the past
Brings nothing but old memories.
Living in the future
Doesn't let us enjoy the present.
Living in the present
Is always a gift.

Day 163

A New Chapter
I'm like...
A kid in a candy shop.
A love-struck fan girl meeting her idol.
An incredulous and awestruck lover.
An excited preteen going to prom.
It's remarkable and unbelievable
And I'm ready to take on the challenge.

Day 162

Emotionally drained
With nothing much on the brain
Except the thoughts and dreams
That they entertain.
My heart hurts.
My head burns.
Time will only tell
Time will only heal.

Day 161

There's a feeling of fear
While you still feel hope.
There is always the idea
That things won't work out.
That things will be worse.
That things won't get better.
I'd like to think they won't
They can't.
They won't.
And that's all that matters.

Day 160

Mom

Words cannot express how I appreciate everything you do.
You covered me up when I fell asleep on the couch.
You made me chicken soup when I was sick.
You were always there when I needed you
And you still are.
I love you mom
Happy Mother's Day.
:)

Day 159

My Ode to Country

I may have problems
But you are the biggest one.
You no-good liar and cheat.
I caught you at that dive bar downtown
With a no-good tramp.
You stole my love.
You stole my dog.
You stole my home.
And now I'm gonna get out my three-string guitar
And sing about it.

Day 158

There's a little corner in my room
That is hidden from normal view.
In it, are dreams I've hidden away
Pages of love
Pages of my life
From years ago to the present.
I hide them away
So when I can,
I take them out to re-live them again.

Day 157

Home.
Home is where I love to be
No matter how far I find myself traveling.
It's where I know I can always come home to.
Home...

Day 156

"Where are you, you spongy yellow delicious bastards?"
"Sno-balls? SNO-BALLS?! Where are the fucking twinkies?"
"No twinkies? We should have gone to Russell Crowe's house..."

Day 155

There's a beautiful day outside my window.
My classes are coming to a close.
There are opportunities presenting itself
And I, like others around me,
Am deciding to ride it as far as it goes.

Day 154

F.I.N.A.L.S.

Furiously trying to remember any little scrap of
Information that might be useful or
Necessary to get a good trade and
Ace the test and you
Love when its all over and done with all the
Stress that studying brings.

Day 153

Scraps of Time

It will eventually fade
Like other memories you have picked up along the way.
Wrinkles will come
Reminders of time spent.
Bones will begin to ache
Muscles will strain
But the scraps of time,
They will always remain.

Day 152

All the training
All the time
All the practices
All the hard-work and sweat
It all leads to this.
The fastest minutes of your life.
Ready
Set
Go.