awake always too early
I begin to plan my day
mentally
I revise all yesterday's wrongs
I encourage all of the mornings' feelings
good or bad.

This morning I said that my life is boring
I said that I want new, fun people to talk to
This morning I set out to assume a different persona
I said I would write today

As I type this piece
I bid my loneliness adieu


I hope

Streets have even learned my mantra-
"My heart is heavy, but my will is strong"
I recall the way your eyes made everything
go still
Like wires we climb with autumn,
putting our fingers up to the windowsill
We are scared of love, yes
But love should be scared of us

-c.j.

All day alone.
Maybe crack the window
after lunch.
Burn a pipe and smile
in silence.
I know,
It's not that impressive.

But today I have a different idea
about what is progressive.
I feel the world has gone insanely
material possessive!
Even if you hear the edges of my syllables
and can't grasp the whole message.

Just know that I have found a haven's sanctuary.