Day 303

differences
don't always make us
bad people or
unfeeling
but the more you say
that it does
makes me angry
and I don't think
that's what
you wanted.

Day 302

The Ending

backward glances
puppy dog eyes
lip quivers
misty eyes
bawling
stiff upper lips
asking questions
why who
how
dare
they.

Day 301

For Pookie.
I will miss you baby.
And I will mourn for you
even though I know
you are no longer in pain
and there is a heaven
for the best animals.
You lived a long life
longer than many others
and you were happy
running on your little wheel
noming on sunflower seeds
but now
you've gone home
and I will miss you
little buddy.

Day 300

The sickness
eats at my soul
shaking from cold
sweating from heat
sweating sweating
sneezing coughing
running
tired...can't think
cold hot cold again...
I hate being sick...

Day 299

You are...
the happiness in my day
when I sometimes,
I don't know
if I'll smile again.

Day 298

I'll leave the light on
outside the porch
for you.
Because the whole house
can't rest
until everyone
is tucked safe
into bed.

Day 297

No I will not
hold your hand as you
fall apart
because I have
kept you up for so long
and my legs
have to support
my own body
and my own life.

Day 296

Understanding
is easier when
it is physically in front of you
but deep down
inside you
are the fisher king wounds
the ones that hurt
as you move through your day
even years after
they hurt as if
they were reopened
and they are the ones
people don't believe.

Day 295

tupperwear full of peppers
the breeze aims to distract
lull me to sleep
with an open book on my lap
that I should be reading
but instead
lulls me to sleep
and blends into pages
of ink.

Day 294

Books upon books
upon books
of knowledge that
I think I should
be learning
but when it comes time
to put pencil to paper
I guess
I don't know anything.

Day 293

I haven't yet seen the sunrise
but my weary eyes
long to see the sun
as it warms up the chilly air
and maybe then
I can fall asleep.

Day 292

drips of light
moisten my skin to
the point I cannot
remember what it was like
to feel dry
and uninspired.

Day 291

You are cute
in the way you laugh
the way you talk
the way you walk
the way we find each other
the way you think nobody cares
when I think its obvious that I do.

Day 290

Free time
doesn't come often
so I'm going to make the most
of it
and buckle down
to...zzzzz

Day 289

I'm ashamed
that I've come so far
and now
is when it all
slips through
the cracks...

Day 288

It's written in ink
bled through the pages
like a tattoo
you can't erase.

Day 286

Anyway you spin it
and think about it,
we really are just the same.
We are made up of the same stuff
Every single one of us.
So, why the hostility towards others?
What does it mean
When we attack someone
Who is really just the same as us?
I think
It is really telling
Towards our society.

Day 285

Memorial
I will always remember
What happened what happened nine years ago
Where I was
What it meant
And how it changed everything.


(To those who died today and the continued support of those serving.)

Day 284

Nighttime
surrounds me
and the people around me
with laughter
warms us up.

Day 283

So we talked today...
About beauty
and blogs, racism, sexism,
television ads
moral obligations
vs monetary profit
pure objectivity
and in an attempt to free our minds...
comprehend what it all means.

Day 282

Control
runs my life
because when I can't feel
control
I feel like the world
I'm living and the people
around me are controlling
everything around me
and I don't want to fall
fall under.

Day 281

Take the night off
Put up your feet
Turn on the television.
Sometimes,
It needs to be done.

Day 279

The breeze off the river
Lulls me into sleep.
The drums
The chanting
Puts me into another world.
The food smells
That swirl through my nose
Remind me what's great
To be alive.

Day 278

Empty.
Just the sound of the plastic keys
being forced down
to type out some homework
or in my case
poetry.

Day 276

Rhythms beats
trumpets violin flute
french horn cello
the composer is sweeping the baton
back and forth
into an overwhelming climax
and...
done
with the clatter
of the baton
to the
floor.

Day 275

Sometimes I wonder
If its all just a detour
To something greater
And it makes me feel sad.
But then I realize
All my friends
I've met here
And along the way
Wouldn't have been found
Any other way.
Everything happens for a reason.