I opened up
A dark corner
Ever so slighty
On the cold,
Wintery walk home.
Because poetry
Was on the menu
This conversation
So naturally
I needed to talk of mine.
And while there
Is such light
In many poems
That spill from me
There is also
A darkness few see.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Snow Shenanigans
What a foe is time.
He marched on
While we laughed, danced,
And played in the snow
And on ice
As we acted like
The crazy freshmen we are.
He pressed on
And I already had to say
Goodbye once due to his passing
Though I came back.
But I can see already
Time ticking nearer
To the day when
I have to say "adieu"
To laughing around a fire,
Around a laptop,
Around a tripped friend.
Time gives the gift,
At least,
Of making these moments seem
Like they can never end.
He marched on
While we laughed, danced,
And played in the snow
And on ice
As we acted like
The crazy freshmen we are.
He pressed on
And I already had to say
Goodbye once due to his passing
Though I came back.
But I can see already
Time ticking nearer
To the day when
I have to say "adieu"
To laughing around a fire,
Around a laptop,
Around a tripped friend.
Time gives the gift,
At least,
Of making these moments seem
Like they can never end.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Snow
To walk across these white diamonds,
To tread where none else have trod,
Seems akin to a sin
In these humble eyes.
My browned, blackening footsteps
Disrupt the gentle and near magical
Array of crystals over
The easy slope.
But 'tis no matter.
As I walk along
Diamonds still fall en masse
To diligently erase my trace.
To tread where none else have trod,
Seems akin to a sin
In these humble eyes.
My browned, blackening footsteps
Disrupt the gentle and near magical
Array of crystals over
The easy slope.
But 'tis no matter.
As I walk along
Diamonds still fall en masse
To diligently erase my trace.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Show Choir
It's a world
I'm shut out of
And I hate it.
Because it was my life
My home
My place of refuge,
Self-discovery,
And self-escape.
it's gone
and i can't get it back
I'm shut out of
And I hate it.
Because it was my life
My home
My place of refuge,
Self-discovery,
And self-escape.
it's gone
and i can't get it back
Friday, January 4, 2013
I don't know what to do
'Cause I sometimes feel
Like we don't talk.
But I suppose I should
Take some time
And think and take stock.
See I'm missing discussions
Of Star Trek, spaghetti westerns,
And the 39 Articles
(and missing you).
I'm missing discussions over
Minor not major premises.
I suppose I figure out
On what major premises we differ
Before I go have a good cry.
But I'm already headed that way
So I might as well.
'Cause I sometimes feel
Like we don't talk.
But I suppose I should
Take some time
And think and take stock.
See I'm missing discussions
Of Star Trek, spaghetti westerns,
And the 39 Articles
(and missing you).
I'm missing discussions over
Minor not major premises.
I suppose I figure out
On what major premises we differ
Before I go have a good cry.
But I'm already headed that way
So I might as well.
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