i read somewhere that
certain people have trouble
ending things

i have the opposite problem.
i can't begin them.

I still have flashbacks
To the worst day of my life
And I remember my pounding heart
And the ambulance
And how scared I was
I don't try to forget these things
But I don't like to remember them either
I clearly remember the hospital
And how I almost threw up
They said family members only
And I was so scared to go back there
It was the scariest thing I've ever done
But it's over now
And I'm okay
We're all okay
Just a little different
A little older
The worst day of my life is over
And it's been reduced to "The Accident"
An awful lot of memories are in those two words

He doesn't even know me yet
But has made up his mind
He said she is smart
She is **** and fine
Or not **** but beautiful in a simple way
I do nothing simple
And he thinks my brain waves delay
At a rate of 2.0
But really I'm like 4.3
But my grades, above average
Don't project who I be
He's already made up his mind
I'm cute plus the bag of chips
My personality takes me over the top
But I'm not simply gorgeous
Like that other girl is
I'm a lot of confusion
And disaster in my wake
I'm oceans rolling waves
Instead of calm waters of a lake
And really it's a shame
That he's made up his mind
one if us could be the one
How silly, I'm no prize
But while he's still deciding
On what one might be best
I'll be gone.
Another one bites the dust

it's like the feeling of waves washing over you
his fingertips were dipped in starlight
lips sinking on my skin
and i was drifting away

I watched the smoke rise in the distance
& knew
That what we had once built together
was now gone forever.
Leaving mere ash & rubble in place of the facade of harmony.

I couldn't help but smile.
All my lies
All my heartache
Gone with the the gentle breeze of morning.

Today I start anew.

A glimpse, as
morning creaks awake,
and one hundred blackbirds
feast along the cleared patch of land
where seeds, cupped and flung open-handed,
are strewn across the white and white and white
until, sated for the moment,
the fowls erupt in a calamitous flurry,
blackening the dawn,
succumbing to the urge to move on.