My notebook lay in pieces

From my anger back in time

Something treasured; precious: shredded

All to match my mind

Along the line, another suffered

With its brethren folder

Stanzas, thoughts, ideas along with

Rants were left to smolder



Soon, I metamorphosed

My whole self into a new

And in the wind behind me

I watched as my cocoon blew

Little layers containing me

Yet strengthening my soul
So silly, yet so precious

Yonder through the dust it rolled



Lost, but not forgotten

My old writing disappeared

My notebook lay in shreds

On many floors through many years

Perhaps a line or paragraph

Floats on beneath the sun

Perhaps the ashes of a special

Character still run



To the wandering thoughts I’ve mangled

I give gratitude

The future of these brand new thoughts

Won’t see a fate so crude

For every distant memory

Of what I have destroyed

Has taught me that my strange old mind

Is one I can’t avoid

you spoke in mocking whispers laughed in taunting sniggers
you thought i never heard your snide remarks i heard them i
heard them all and i realised with thrills of horror that i who
relentlessly strived to go unnoticed was the hottest topic of
gossip you scrutinised me and every ****** action of mine
you broke me down
and crushed my spirit and trampled all over it and when you
were bored my pain became your amusement
you took my silence to be a mysterious ailment you made
assumptions you drew conclusions based on rumours you thought
you knew all about me you don't know anything about me don't
you dare assume you know me or what goes on within me or why
i am the way that i am.

I like apples
I like oranges

Apples are sweet with a crunch
Even when they are ****
The rewards are great
They are filled with nutrition
The skin is even good for the teeth
But every once in awhile
One is spoiled or rotten
Or worse, filled with creepy crawlers
Yet the refreshing burst
Of beneficial flavor is hard to refuse

I love oranges, the color alone
Sunshine in my hand
Puts a smile on my face
Before I even take a bite
When they are sweet
Nothing cold be better
They make my life healthy and happy
However, they, occasionally, can be bitter
Or spoiled or not glow so bright
Yet even at their most sour times
Or when they are not the freshest
I love them more than life itself

So it's obvious to me
Given the choice between the two
It is no contest
My love for oranges is rare

Yet I've been granted a special opportunity
I have been offered a bushel of apples
Though they are tasty
I don't want to only eat them

Apples or oranges?
I can eat the apples and still enjoy
The flavor burst of the oranges
The apples may even help me to
Enjoy the oranges even more
And cherish the time I have to
Nourish my bobby and mind
With their sweet nectar

I like apples
I love oranges
I can enjoy both
Without letting any spoil
With the right proportions

I just won't try to
Eat cake too!

I remembered the name,
one morning in the frost
after Neighbours where
fibrils of wet snow made
dewy gossamer templates
on my gloves, but I could
not turn to the next person
and tell them that, because
who would believe that I
had never met the Winter
until then?
who?