The ocean is not blue The sky is Who knew? It was all our point of view Clouds are not fluffy Your eyes must be puffy How would we know? What exactly is snow? Ice crystals that fall from a cloud On to an unbothered crowd ~11/5/21
What I love about music is its flow What I hate about traffic is the stillness What I love about trees is their stature What I hate about crowds is the suffocation What I love about movies is the ending What I hate about time is AN ending What I love about movement is the freeness What I hate about walls is division What I love about you is who you are What I hate about silence is it’s confusion What I love about rain is the freshness it brings What I hate about destruction is the aftermath What I love about horses is their soft inquisitive noses What I hate about ignorance is ignorance What I love about love is its safety What I hate about travel is the distance What I love about fresh sheets is the crispness What I hate about wet jeans is the smell What I love about meal times is the sharing What I hate about taking is the selfishness What I love about dogs is their unconditional love
Strangely enough, I almost missed the birth of my three year old daughter. I have never written much for popularity or trends; this one is no exception. My girlfriend and I had been separated most of her pregnancy. I stabilized the last three months and was able to travel the 50 miles as often as needed to be there for the birth.
The night before she went into labor, that morning, she acted crazier than usual--passive aggressive, and cruel biting remarks. Finally, she just came out with it, "I looked at your phone while you were sleeping, and you have been watching ****. I'm taking you back to Mason City and you can just miss the birth of your daughter.
Luckily, we only made it a few blocks before she went in to labor. But, she hasn't let me live it down. And I hoped like hell, as I looked down at my little angel, I sure the **** hope that she never becomes a **** star.
When you play the piano like a rasped yet ****** hopeful breath of your last moment, in ink and milk hues, you pay heed to the never audible sound the wave of falling gradients on the last day sky bear lightly mournfully