#365
at my semi-annual check down,
(to wait a year in between,
is to invite invasive festering cicadas)
and he inquires,
how goes the writing?
sighing, replying,
“oh doc, trying real hard
to limit myself to a poem,
on a one-a day-regimen,
but it just ain’t happening”
sighing, replying,
de doc he say;
“I feel you, how I
wish I could see
but one patient a day;
investigate their every pore,
scan the body fulsome,
even tween their toes,
their follicles and nose,
and feel and sleep assuredly,
I’ve done my best for them!”
and spontaneous we reply
to each other:
“but it just can’t be done!”
he rights me twice a year,
I, thank him daily, even,
enscripting a write
just for him,
de minimus!
no fewer than
twice a day
~~~
7:30am
Tuesday
3-10-26
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:29 AM UTC
why are there only 365 days in a year?
who imposed this limitation?
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to love someone anew aknew?
she teases, that pleases,
knowing my predilection,
every day, a new lover, every
day a new thank you note,
for someone here who wounds
me with delight, striking me
down with affection, their inner
insight, eliciting illiciting, a smile
of global proportional distance!
this infection of affection,
this disease of the human heart,
each day, is reserved, preserved,
in a poem,
this is:
“I did it my way,”
my natty scriptures,
and she unvokes invokes a
stun~gun of a question!?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
why are there only 365 days in a year?
मेलन के लिए एक और
melan ke lie ek aur
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
__February 2024 (Lunar New Year)__
Red envelopes, a digital glow.
Her apartment, a small diaspora.
Dragon dances on a screen,
fireworks muted by time zones.
He sends a photo, plum blossoms,
a scroll with a calligraphic wish.
"_Xīnnián kuàilè_" she types, fingers flying,
a pang of home, a new year’s echo.
__March (International Women's Day)__
She speaks of her grandmother,
bound feet, unbound spirit.
He listens, a quiet respect,
a history he seeks to understand.
Emails filled with stories,
feminine strength, ancient wisdom.
He sends her a poem, _Li Qingzhao_,
translated with care, a delicate offering.
__April (Qingming Festival/Easter)__
Ancestral graves, a digital visit.
He lights incense, virtual smoke,
a gesture of shared remembrance.
Easter eggs, pastel and bright,
a Western symbol, a gentle contrast.
They discuss life, death, rebirth,
the cycles of nature, the soul’s journey.
__May (Mother's Day)__
He sends a package, silk scarves,
a teacup painted with peonies.
She calls her mother, a long conversation,
then calls him, a voice soft with gratitude.
He speaks of his own mother,
her simple kindness, her enduring love.
They find common ground, mothers remembered,
a bridge built of shared sentiment.
__June (Dragon Boat Festival/Father's Day)__
_Zongzi_, sticky rice, sweet dates,
she makes them from a recipe,
a taste of childhood, a memory shared.
He sends a photo, a dragon boat race,
a vibrant spectacle, a shared experience.
Father's Day, a quiet reflection,
his own father, a man of few words,
but deep, enduring actions.
__July (Mid-Year/Independence Day)__
Summer heat, a digital escape.
He sends photos of his garden,
lush greenery, a peaceful haven.
She sends photos of her city,
concrete canyons, vibrant energy.
Fireworks across the divide,
a shared moment of light, a distant celebration.
__August (Qixi Festival)__
The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd,
a celestial love story, told and retold.
He sends a handmade card,
a constellation drawn in silver ink.
She writes a short story,
their own tale, a modern myth.
Longing, distance, a love that persists,
a thread connecting two distant stars.
__September (Mid-Autumn Festival)__
Mooncakes, round and golden,
shared through a screen, a virtual feast.
He sends a recording, a moonlit poem,
a melody of ancient words.
She sends a painting, a rabbit on the moon,
a whimsical image, a shared smile.
The moon, a silent witness,
a shared sphere, a common sky.
__October (Double Ninth Festival/Halloween)__
Chrysanthemums, symbols of longevity,
he sends a dried bouquet, a lasting gift.
She sends a photo, her costume,
a playful spirit, a moment of lightness.
Halloween, a night of masks and stories,
a shared fascination with the unseen.
They discuss aging, wisdom, the passage of time,
a conversation deep and meaningful.
__November (Thanksgiving)__
He cooks a traditional meal,
a table set for two, a place for her in spirit.
She makes _Shànghǎi làjiàng miàn_,
a fusion feast, a celebration of her heritage.
They express gratitude, for each other,
for the unexpected connection, for the love that blooms.
A shared warmth, a quiet contentment,
a thankfulness that transcends distance.
__December (Winter Solstice/Christmas)__
Dumplings, a winter tradition,
she makes them with friends, a shared warmth.
He lights candles, a quiet ritual,
a celebration of light in the darkness.
Christmas carols, a familiar melody,
a shared appreciation for the season.
He sends a small, carved wooden box,
an intricate design, a symbol of hope.
__January 2025 (New Year's Day)__
A new year, a fresh start,
a promise of change, a hope for reunion.
They make plans, tentative and exciting,
a journey across oceans, a meeting of hearts.
He sends a poem, a promise of spring,
a vision of shared days, a future unfolding.
__February 2025 (Lunar New Year)__
Another dragon dances, brighter this time.
She plans a trip, tickets purchased,
a promise of presence, a physical connection.
He prepares his home, a space for her,
a welcoming embrace, a shared future.
Hope, respect, love, a foundation,
a new year, a new beginning, together.
__March 2025 (International Women's Day)__
They walk, hand in hand,
through a garden bursting with spring.
Stories shared, faces seen,
the distance collapsed, the journey begun.
A new year, a new chapter,
love, finally, tangible and real.
__Future 2025__
He proposes on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, a double nine, symbolizing longevity and eternity. Nine days of introductions to family and friends, a whirlwind of new faces and shared meals, laughter bridging cultures. Nine months of courtship, exploring their adopted city together, discovering hidden corners and shared passions. A wedding, a blend of East and West, traditions intertwined, vows spoken in two languages. Nine days of honeymoon, a secluded beach, the ocean a constant rhythm, their love a new melody, echoing into a future filled with promise.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
Zackamundo
Rattah Tattah
Battah Bag had
Baghdad
Diss?
Quick Lynch...
1 Trillion Ton
50 Million Trillion
Cash
Nuclear Tip Missile
Tank so Big Run-over ya crib
Take the guns? NAH!
GIVE US GUNS YAHH!!
corners sweepers
Government watching
Clock mocking
Hoes in line one a time..
Drop Em...
Cooper, Rupert, Doobie, Super, durp, Dean, Lean, Quavo, D, T, L, Wayne, Trigg, G Floyd, Stem, B.A., Cam, B, G, C, Mii, Cashish, Rah, Rob, Raheem, Jake, Rasheem, Black, Unc, Baby, Gettah, Guttah, Z, Pete, Reese, Raymond, Reggie, Will...
Ounce pound brick
Brick house pound
Cars ounce trash
Death Dismay
Hope, Prayer
Love an Trust
Faith in God
**** 1 God
Wrote a script
Paint a picture
A picture of...
Fortune, Fame, wealth and royalties
Pure loyalty
King
Torture
Rip off your nails...
Rip off your ears...
Rip out your teeth an tongue...
Cut off fingers toes 1by1...
Stomp your leg and arm bones,
Stab your ****
Pour bleach on you with gas...
Choke you in an out of consciousness
Repeat...
You're future is tortured,
Mark My Words,
Don't Quote me ***
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
There's 365 days out of the year and we multiply,
Multiply 365 by your age and you'll know how many days you've lived, you've survived, the time we spent through good and bad times...as all our memories begin to surface our minds.
365 days makes 8,030 days I've walked this earth,
Don't waste your time, for time is precious,
make every day worth it like it's your last,
because tomorrow comes and it may not
be promised.
Age don't matter, but the actions we take does, so make it count and really do, "make it count"....
365
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 4:44 PM UTC
what do you know about living my life
what do you know about drowning inside
I know im dying
you don't have to tell me
im already facing reality
losing my dignity
so what do think you know
im pushing but im barely hanging on
down to my last breath
on a tightrope of my life
and you seem to want to define , mine.
like you know
but you don't know anything
do you?
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
One day at a time
Rain, Sun, falling leaves, frost
They have come and gone
Like love when it resided in this heart
Before suffocating
Bludgeoned by those
Who needed it most
I once loved you
Like I once loved life
But with both
Only shards and embers remain
Lost in every teardrop
One day at a time
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
I woke up today like I do any other
trying to come out of a dream that confuses my reality when I first wake up
for a couple of seconds when I open my eyes
I can imagine your still here
I can drag my dream into the sunlight
and make believe that this whole thing was just a nightmare
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
New year is fast approaching
Another new beginning of an ending
I'm Excited of what it may bring,
scared of what's coming.
New opportunities, new challenges
And also a lot more chances.
New hope, new everything
A new chapter in the making.
Another story is yet to be made
While a new history has been made.
Last year's mistakes served as a lesson,
To become a better person in this new season.
Cheers to happier life!
May this new year be filled with smiles and laughter,
Making our hearts flutter.
May this new year be filled with peace,
To make our minds at ease.
May this new year be filled with positive vibes,
Para iwas bad vibes
We survived
We made it to page 365
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
they told me to think about the future
so I bought a calendar
ripped out the pages
put the whole year on the wall
and started crossing out the days
I decided I would think
of tomorrow
and not
yesterday
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
It takes about 365 days for the Earth
to make one complete rotation around the sun.
It takes 365 days to make a year filled with
memories and experiences that one will never forget.
But the crazily depressing fact that I’ve recently learned
is that the world won’t stop spinning,
nor will it tilt off axis, if I disappear from it.
It ***** to know that you can live 525,600 minutes
without even thinking of me.
I hate the thought of being that worthless —
that even if I just turned invisible,
you wouldn’t even know it.
It hurts more than you think,
realizing that I never mattered that much anyway ;
To know that you’d be perfectly fine without me
heck maybe you’d be even happier that way.
I can’t stand the thought that
even after the 365 ways I’ve tried,
you’ve found 365 more to get away.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
365
Three simple numbers, a lot of meaning.
365 the number of freckles scattered over your body
365 the amount of times you told me you loved me in one day
365 the last 3 didgits of your cell number
365 the amount of times I watched your chest rise and fall until I fell asleep
365 the total ammount of days since you left
365 May no longer be the amount of freckles you have, she may have found one I missed
365 the amount of times you've said you loved her, it may have multiplied or tripled
365 no longer your last three digits, believe me I've checked
365 days of living without you
365 has tore me down and brought me to hell and back
365 no longer stands for the total number of days in a year
365 stands for how may days my heart has broken and how may times you've said goodbye
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Thinking of you is like twisting my head around like an owl.
Hoping the see the past behind me.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
I miss days I never lived
and people I've never met
because I look at brushstrokes on paintings
more carefully than I care to admit
and I find myself wishing
that all texts were sent by mail
Maybe it's the fact
that I cannot challenge myself
to write on paper,
due to it's permanent nature,
and pressing 'delete' allows us
to begin our days
with a sense of carelessness
that we nurture
by highlighting every moment
and pressing 'copy' and 'paste'
Perhaps it's the sound of the keys
clicking beneath my fingertips
that makes me feel
as though I am making progress
and productivity is occurring
or perhaps the familiar music
makes me feel less alone
Perhaps a typewriter
could have done me some good
as it would have taught me
permanence
and also echoed off
my bedroom walls
to remind me that my thoughts
will keep me company
when no one else will
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
365 days of laughter
365 days of sorrow
365 days of friendship
365 days of love
365 days of you
2014 was all about you
How you made me who I am today
And I thank the stars tonight
Because there's nothing else I can say
You make me shine bright
Bright as the sun at midday
How you made me your angel
Guarding you every step of the way
Kept the secrets you'd never tell
Kept your cool during hot summers in may
And who caught you whenever you faltered and fell
How you made me a flower
In our own little flower bed
With you as my gardener
I have no fear or dread
I only hope the grass is always greener
So that this love may not go dead
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
I'm still not understanding how just 365 days ago things were so much better in life and how just 365 days ago we were proclaiming our love and you promised to stay but now it's 365 days later and I'm laying on a bench in the local park at 5am with a bottle swinging in the air controlled by my hand and that friend who you wanted to protect me from is sitting right beside me gabbing on and on about how life isn't very different from last and all I can think about is yes it is for me.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC