May 7

Not until May the 8th

Tomorrow

On May the 8th, I will be everything I want
Everything I know I can be.
I’ll be wiser, strong
More confident.

I’ll be nicer to people
Less reactive.
I’ll be smarter
I’ll be everything I ever wanted to be.

But not until May the 8th.

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December 2

Toasted honey sandwich #poetry

The sweetest type of honey drips down that delicious golden brown.

The tip of my tongue licks the drop, tastes it.

I press my lips to it, spread it open, just a bit.

My eyes close, the smell, intoxicating.

I slide my tongue inside, licking and tasting every bit of honey inside.

A bit drips down my chin, and all I can do is look up and smile.

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March 9

She Needs Me

In a moment, my thoughts are erased.
I write helplessly, without form, format, wit, or grace.

I want someone to help me.
I need someone to be there for me.

It always me though.
Isn’t it?

I’m always there.
A rant becomes reason.

I’m sorry for being selfish.
I’m here for you…

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September 9

Writing is the Cure for Everything

Are any of the following true for you?

You:

  1. Can’t sleep at night.
  2. Feel to sick to do anything.
  3. Are currently unemployed or not working enough hours.
  4. Are suddenly bored all the time or find yourself with a lot of free time.
  5. Have been injured and can’t do much.

Is writing really the cure for everything?

  1. Writing your thoughts and feelings down might help you to resolve things, calm down, and sleep better at night.
  2. Writing can help take your mind off of feeling sick.
  3. If you’re writing for money, that will help get you out of the unemployment slump.
  4. Writing something very unique and adventurous will help cure boredom and kill some free time.
  5. Writing can help take your mind off of your injury.

The reality is, writing won’t really cure everything, but it can help. More importantly, people often think they don’t have time to write, but they still spend time being injured, bored, unemployed, sick, and unable to sleep. These are opportunities for anyone that normally doesn’t have time in their lives to write. For instance, I don’t have any work to do at this very moment, so I’m writing a blog post about how writing is the cure for everything.

My answer to free time is always to fill it with television until I find something else to occupy my time. Then work, family, exercise, or sometimes even texting and Facebook come along and take any little bit of free time I have left over. The real question I have for myself and any other writer/procrastinator out there is, what the hell are we waiting for?

Let’s show the damn world that we can write. Even if it’s not perfect and they don’t love it. You have a better chance of writing something great if you try hundreds of times than not at all.

Here is what free time could equal in writing:

  1. 1 or 2 hours a month: a poem a month, 12 poems a year, 120 poems a decade.
  2. 1 or 2 hours a week: a short story a month, 12 short stories a year, 120 short stories a decade.
  3. 1 or 2 hour a day: a novel a year, 10 novels a decade.

Finding just a little bit of free time in our day to day accumulates to massive gains in terms of writing. Let it be your cure.

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April 20

Breaking the Proletariat

RatThe rat puts an elephant in chains.
He won’t fight.
The rat puts an ape in a cage.
Open the door; he won’t leave.

The rat takes.
The rat takes more.
The rat expects more.

The elephant and ape learn.
They don’t fight.
They breed.
They die.

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April 18

A Penny for Your Wants

A penny for your wantsIt consumes everything in its path,
Throwing out meaninglessness in its wake.

Is nothing more sacred than want?
Should nothing be held higher than greed?

She may have a box.
He may have a box.
I may have a box.
Two may have a box.

Do you want more?
I can’t figure out how to change it.
Everything just stays the same.

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April 18

A School of Thought

RoseMy rose without thorns grows tall in the forest.
Always in the shade.
Red as the blood around my heart.
Living through each day, despite being trampled.

Everyone gazes upon her beauty.
Never have I experienced a smell so sweet.
Even if I leave, my rose stays in the forest.

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