Day 364

It's almost over.
Time speeds faster
a broken cry from my inner self
wrapped in mismatched blankets
and sipping hot chocolate
as I watch the rain fall
and breathe in the cool air
which enflames
my third eye.

Day 363

we've never met in person
but your life
it unravels
each and every day
with every new
e-mail and
little joke we make
has it really been
almost five years
since we started talking?

Day 362

sometimes i feel as if i'm sleeping life away
waking up around midday
exhausted from the weeks work.
it feels nice to actually sleep
rejuvinate oneself
but then i realize
what things
i could accomplish
if i were to wake
only hours earlier
and it makes me wonder
if maybe i'm sleeping life away.

Day 361

dripping like
honey from the comb
sticky nectar
it consumes
until it is
the only thing
solid
constricts the throat
bad words
regret and anxiety
are like
this bad tasting honey.

Day 360

nearing the end
it's scary
and it's unpredictable
so I can't lie
and say I want it to end
but then again
new beginnings
are the best.

Day 359

The best of friends
in the most unlikely of places
bound together
throughout time
and trial
never breaking
no matter what.

Day 358

green eyes
whiskered chin
a great friend
furry purring kitty
curled up in a ball
fast asleep.

Day 357

home
is where
I love to be
with my friends
and family
love
friendship
home.

Day 356

The night my world ended
was the night
I couldn't breathe
for lack of air
to my lungs
but the air
was the last thing
on my mind.
So I danced under
the stars
and hoped for once
I wouldn't drown.

Day 355

There are never enough words
to tell you what I need to
never enough times
to show you how I care.

Day 354

true my books
feel to me like close friends
true my life
is filled with piles of notebook paper
true solitude
is how I do my work
but I love my friends
and they mean more than any of this.

Day 353

trouble in paradise
friends bicker like enemy soldiers
lovers fight like thieves
it's a harsh world out there
when it's hard
to just breathe...

Day 352

landed
my feet finally touch the ground
when once
I would fly above it all
my wings are tired
and the ground
feels soft.

Day 351

no comment

you don't talk
about me
about you
you are mysteriously absent
from my life
putting just enough effort
to stay in it
to make me feel bad
if I feel angry
but when
green is involved
suddenly
you are everywhere
making sure to remind me
just how little
you have.

Day 350

Dark and dreary
lies the rain cloud
rush of water in my face
the world makes sense
in a clear, crystal moment.

Day 349

sidewalk chalk and useless art
starts to fade after the rains
the air clings hard against my coat
my breathing
shallow...

Day 348

Beautiful days
take my breath away
windy afternoons
make me swoon
cool nights
make me dance with delight.
Welcome fall
for real this time...

Day 347

shots
pain like blisters
pound
running up my neck
crick
anger
burning fury
I need a masseuse...

Day 346

everyday magic
makes me realize
why I love
to be alive
and why my friends
are crazy
wild spontaneous fun
and why
my friends feel the same
and embrace their own kind
of every day magic.

Day 345

you know
sometimes life is just
a game of cat
and mouse
where one obviously purrs
but the other
gets the cheese.

Day 344

a round

supressed anger causes rage
rages causes violence
violence causes destruction
destruction causes death
death causes re-birth
re-birth causes hope
hope causes change
change causes life
life causes choice
choice causes expression
expression causes contempt
contempt causes supressed anger.

Day 343

Wild eyes

like the falling leaves
you are free
wild eyes, eager soul
you will always roam.
like a well-worn winter jacket
you fit in my arms perfectly.
quiet observer of life
documenting in written word
scrawling wildly across pages
that I cannot pretend to understand.
you cannot be owned, cannot be controlled.
like an animal cornered
you will run.
you will always be loved
no matter where you wonder
but I cannot love you, wild eyes
because you cannot love me
the way I love you.

Day 342

start over
eet
x it out
typewriter
clicks
buttons pressed
permanently in

Day 341

Lazy Sunday
the beep of alarms
pushed infinitely off
brunch at 1
video games
dreaming
wondering
wishing.

Day 340

warmth of love
heats the
coldness
that lingers
after past
faults
traces and lines
of people
who mishandled it.

Day 339

Things I want to say
linger, poised over my lips
but I don't have
the push
for them to come out.
they will not
come out
maybe it seems
like indecision
but options
weighed
life choices
made.

Day 338

dripping sorrow
ground takes in
soggy paths to walk
clothing damp
hoods up
umbrellas out
is it really rain
or is it
compassion?

Day 337

best seats in the house
cast a shadow
creates purple
gobos
stars
emotion
red
anger
hilarity
lights up
curtain down.

Day 336

too much
just makes me
ill to my stomach
with all the
drama
drama
drama
drama...

Day 335

a long time ago
I was told
that being myself
was the most important thing.
now, I realize of course
that being yourself
means being like everyone else.
but I'm not everyone else
and I don't plan to be.