A shared tragedy they say
Brings people even closer
In circles they bond and pray
Believing it makes them stronger

And so the world suffered this fate
It struck fear in our hearts and made us sick
We promised to move past our hate
As to save lives, we had to pick

But when the dust did settle
It left us in ruins and wrack
Just like the *** and the kettle
We burned again in greed and hate
But turned to called the other black

I'm alive but I'm still ill

I think Nana was named after her cat
Mary the cat didn't like me much
She thought she ran the house, I thought so too
I just wouldn't give her that as well
She'd hiss and stare and give me the creeps
One night I dreamed she tied me away
Sent me on a boat to never return
At dawn, she stretched and washed herself
and seemed surprised that I was still there
My great-grandma died at almost a hundred
I believe the cat lived just as long
It might have died or moved away
Or she's immortal just as I thought
She must miss Nana just like I do
They were good friends until the end
Or so I imagine, I really wasn't there

Life is a comedy if you have the right sense of humour

I'm not writing again
But today is Caitlin's birthday
And she does deserve a piece

We haven't talked of late
Yet I feel she's doing great
I'm not sure what to say
But I'm glad I didn't forget

Before this turns to a bore
I just want to say
I'm glad we were friends for a bit

There's so much you don't know about me
There's so much I don't know about me
But maybe we can know each other a bit better
If you don't mind I'll go first

I think about you quite often
But I'm not sure what to say when you call
I have questions you don't have answers to
And I know they're ones I should find myself

Words haven't always been very effective for me
There are way too many to choose from
I've had every conversation you can imagine
It's all in my head but they're comforting

I try to be better you know?
Better than I was yesterday
Don't worry I try these days
Not to be too ******* myself

There are things I wish for that keep me up
I want them but I'm not doing enough yet
When things get tough I still remind myself that
The journey is the reward not just the destination

I haven't completely figured out who I am
But has anyone?
It means I get to choose and
Create a meaning despite the absurdity of it all

There's a new cookie recipe I made
You would most certainly love it
We should talk sometime Mom
Over fresh cookies and milk
Learn more about each other
Like mother and child should
Trying out new recipes
With hopes they turn out well