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…

Randoming ings

Lacking slacking 

Tracking cracking 

Paying staying 

Glowing showing 

Stinging Beeing

Holding handling 

Pondering Loving

Broken Token

Soaking Aching

Crying Trying

Making Timing

Hoping Praying

Giving Everything

Waiting Loving

A.R.T

Answering possible dreams

Raking in desires 

Trespassing creative boundaries 

Fake Face

All that makeup 

The jars the bottles the cans the vases

All the pretend prettiness 

That gives you fake happiness 

You take your place in society 

And fake a smile 

It doesn’t have to be this way 

Last day

Last day 

To say 

I’m 20