Here are some of my thoughts on Sundays football action!
Tag: College
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Game Plan
It all starts with a good night of sleep
A early morning tea
A cold shower
A meowing cat
The sun blinding into the window
Sitting down at the desk
Some people will call it Monday
I call it just another day
A thought
A man laying in bed
Eyes open
Eyes closed
Thinking about it all
Is he happy?
Is he doing enough?
The answers have to wait
As the eyes are permanently shut for the next 8 hours
Colorful morning
A burst of colors on the plate
An explosion of flavors on the tongue
A perfect combination for a Saturday morning
2018 new me
Time to shred off the old skin
The storm passed
Clouds part
And there is a boy who is filled with life
He sees the future
He knows he’s got this
The mirror no longer stares at nobody
The mirror reflects a boy on a mission
The boy grabs the oars
Takes a step into the canoe
He takes off down the river with hope
Stories of the Worries
All the worries
Become so many stories
Confusing at the front
Hope in the back
I lay down
And my heart is down
Adjusting to the new reality
When will I fully feel normal
For now I turn the pages
Looking for a page with words
Emptiness eats me alive
But it’s too cold to dig my grave
Almost 23
That number or digit seems very old. I am back at college so that is good. Eventually I will have a degree. I have a fun part time job working with kids. I for once in my life have a girl friend. I am suppose to publish a book in a couple of weeks… that goal will fail. All in all life is on the upward, and hopefully this blog will be on the upward with some new poetry. Also FALL time is the best! School, lots of sports on TV to watch, and great weather.
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Poison Bottles
You break the bottle without a drop of alcohol staining the carpet
Laughs, giggles, smirks, dumb sentence follows your lips
Blood flow increases, my eyes narrow, clinched, ready
An act of a lifetime starts, swooping down to steal my anger
And like always I look the other way
And the next morning when I wake up alone
I ask myself
What’s worse, the fact she breaks wine bottles without a drop,
Or the fact that she’s so far gone?
Either way my carpet isn’t getting destroyed, but I am
Whether I know it or not, slowly, each drop, each sip…
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