Writing a poem
Is no picnic.
Especially on short notice
You have to be quick!
You must possess
A knack for rhymes.
But there’s always free verse
When you’re too pressed for time.
(Or if you can’t rhyme)

Oh wisdom tooth, now homeless,
you battled for your space,
and in the aftermath you left
my mouth a ****** place.

Near half my face was numb
and sullen I may have seemed,
but it's impossible to stay upset
on a diet of ice-cream.

How do you explain to someone
That you don't need religion or a god
to love or live this life

Embrace sorrow
Embrace uncertainty
Embrace hope

Nobody really knows why we're here
And there's the mad glorious fun of it

Even when the depression comes- an engulfing wave
and suddenly the lights go out- a blackout for weeks!
And it seems impossible to go a day without tears-
This too shall pass.

Life waits to spring out at you;
you will turn the corner
It will take your hand and show you things
to make you fall in love with it again.

Saturday night:
excitement abounds.
The girls get dressed up
for a night on the town.

Saturday night-
I bid them goodbye.
Then I get back in bed

And I cry

and I cry.

Abruptly-
the relentless storm within ceases
and there is not a feeling left.
Not of anxiety, nor of happiness
not of sadness, nor of hope.

Only a stark weightlessness;
a veritable lightness of being.
What a privilege these days,
to feel nothing.

I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
   Snow has friz me,
   Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
   Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
   But I don't care!
   I'm still here!