Gathering up
strength and will,
 the discipline to go on,
As yet another semester commences,
As more friends prepare to leave.

Organizing frantically,
Putting things away,
Hoping that by bringing order to my surroundings
Will bring order to my life.

A long road stretches ahead,
Slowly covering in snow
As I fight my way
(Protected by a car)
With my friend by my side
Back to school.
Time's running out
To do everything,
To be a responsible adult.

So many moments,
I am silent.
It's no drama,
No melodramatic ennui
That closes my mouth in
Some sense of poetic justice.

Nah.
I've just usually found an appropriate musical lyric and have to stop myself from re-enacting
                                                                                                                     [the whole musical

Walking quickly,
With no thought to anything,
I passed the window.

My steps faltered.

I turned,
And was frozen by awe.
The night was dark,
Streets lit by solitary lamps,
For clouds had rolled in without
My noticing.
Their fury had turned to ease,
Releasing neither lightning
Nor furious rain,
Rather snowflakes,
Falling in soft clumps
Like lazy leaves settling onto the earth.

People Hurt

People hurt you.
You start to think
That maybe you'll be okay,
just fine-
And then someone does something,
Says a few words
And you're right back at the beginning,
Still hurting.

It was going to be okay,
I'd put the moment behind me,
And then he wanted to talk.

The heart was going to heal,
to move on,
And then he asked to write me.

She lost her temper.
She forgot my scars.

Little sticks
that add up like straws until
One more
is
Too much.

But everyone hurts you,
just like how you'll hurt everyone.
Fair's fair,
But that means we try to be a better human.
Better humans seem to hurt less.

The first gathering of the New Year
felt like something from the past.
It looked like high school,
But perhaps with less innocence.
Funny how time marches on
but we do not.