Posts Tagged ‘writing’

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

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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

Fall falls

Posted: November 7, 2017 in Uncategorized
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The days get colder 

The days get shorter 

Life gets longer 

Life gets faster 

School 

Work 

MyGirl

Birthday 

Anniversary 

Christmas 

Sports 

I think of all those events on the way 

By the time I finish thinking 

Sun is down and soon a new day to begin 

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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Posted: December 26, 2016 in Uncategorized
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I wake up not feeling sleepy 

But feeling alive 

Because there’s you 

The light at the end of the tunnel 

The fire that keeps me going 

The reason to get through the week 

Whatever cute thing I say about you

Just know the cutest thing I can say is 

You are so cute in all your cute ways

Sportsblogtime

Posted: August 4, 2016 in Uncategorized
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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…