Write about what makes you happy
Write about what makes you sad
Write about everything you think of
Even if it makes you mad
Write about the good times
And write about the bad
Write about the days you were younger
And how it makes you laugh
Write about the things you wanted
Write about the things you had
Write about the the ones you loved
Write about the ones you wish you never had
Then read your book out loud when it’s all said and done
You realize that your life wasn’t that bad
And that someone out there still thinks you’re
Number One

Leaves
Red and gold
A beautiful oil painting
A prequel
To the cold harsh winter
That darkens my soul
Bringing an eerie feeling of death
That makes the snowflakes shiver

She was a fantasy
I played over and over
in my head
like a hymn
recited on a Sunday morning
while waiting for forgiveness

Something about
Winter winds
that silence
the city noise
at night
and bring
an eerie feeling
of nostalgia