My lonely ache.

it's happening again
that tick, tick, tick
that incessant buzzing in my ears
the chore of catching my breath
the rapid heart beat
the necessary cough to make my lungs take in some air
I'm dizzy and faint
and nauseous and angry
my head is hurting
but no one seems to notice me
none seem to care
my feet feel like bricks
my legs ache in pain
suddenly I collapse
a scared little heap on the floor
and they all just walk on by
my invisible pain
my intolerable existence
my lonely ache

Summer Love

I was only temporary, you met me at the general store, while I was waiting for my daddy. He was buying bait cause the rain didn't come and the worms didn't surface. You admired my fishing pole and I admired your eyes: like stars in a deep dark night. Daddy saw the look I gave you as we drove away and he knew. Oh Daddy always knows - you would be showing up on my front steps telling me the fish were jumping and off we'd go. Afternoons spent in your canoe, pretending to fish, but really you were baiting my hook and I was falling in love. Summer seemed to last forever and we only caught two dinners. You and I were too intense to fish. And then the season waned and you went off to school and I nursed a sunburn and a broken heart. I will never forget days on the lake, kisses in full sunshine and secrets in the dark.

For Kiran

you talk too much
listening is an act
what someone says is usually half of what they mean
only poets can express a paragraph in a word
normal people need a disertation
but the majority have a false sense of authority
in the words they spew
only with with true appreciation of language know a word
a single can tell a story
for an example
UNHOLY

thought for the day

All you wanna talk about is mistakes you made why not talk about what makes you the person you are: lessons learned

you

not a day goes by that I don't think of you
not a single day
and I find myself wondering
do you think of me too
but I can't ask you
I don't want to expose myself
one day this shell will crack
and I hope it is on the one day that I don't think of you

Politeness

I was walking to class the other day and was annoyed the whole way...why aren't people polite anymore? If a group of young men is walking towards me, I shouldn't have to move out of their way. I swear it's like playing chicken the entire way. And people, don't you know that you walk on the right side of the sidewalk, just you like you drive on the right side of the road, and you go up and down stairs staying to the right. If I open a door for myself to walk through, you don't come out the door opened, you open your own door, on the right..(obviously this only pertains to a double door situation.) You let people get off the elevator before you get on. If you're walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk or with a group and you are coming up to another person, step aside and make way. You will not get where you are going that much faster by making me step in the mud. AND if you are walking and texting hold the phone up higher so you can see it and where you are going...or better yet...don't walk distracted! I'm sick of playing frogger trying to walk through campus. The end.

Earth Worms and Pot Holes

This place smells like earth worms and pot holes
If the rain keeps up this way there might be trouble
The river is still within its banks but it is getting close to the bridge
It's lapping at the once graceful grasses which grow along its shore
It's been a long dark spring, and there are more storm clouds on the horizon
We'd like this lion to quit its roar
And keep the river in its place between the shores
The boats have all been bobbing for far too long
It will be a miracle if they all hold on
That soggy old pier can't take much more
And the earth it holds to is starting to disappear
We can't take this weather any longer
We've got to move upland
And hope that when we come back the lion will have become the lamb