I may have gotten into the
stupidest argument of my life
it was about men painting their
men painting their nails
I want to paint my nails a
I feel like I really don’t need
it would turn my nails
I don’t give a
men don’t wear
I don’t give a
she didn’t have any
I’ll go buy my own
when I walked
to the front door
with my car keys
she stamped her
feet and said
and she walked upstairs
to her bathroom
where she kept all the
agent is pleased
skinny skinny skinny
must be skinny
must be pretty
must be perfect
must be good enough
**** **** ****
why do people
even like me
cutting carving creating
drink drank drunk
It is New Year’s Eve
It is hard to believe
It has come round so fast.
Where did the year go?
No one seems to know,
How quickly it passed!
We got through another one
And what is done is done
we made memories to last.
Things we should not forget
But do not waste time on regret
It now belongs in the past.
There is no better time than this
To get together and reminisce
embrace the opportunity.
Time for a New Years Eve kiss
To contact people you truly miss
Sing Auld Lang Syne maybe.
Get together and celebrate
All the things that went great
And wonder at what might be.
A chance to seriously contemplate
To acknowledge and truly appreciate
Your good friends and family.
Through all your trouble and strife
Find the good things in your life
And concentrate on those.
Learn from any mistakes
Resolve to do what it takes
To make friends of foes.
Do not be afraid to forgive
Be much more positive
Life’s too short, God knows.
Whether woman or man
strive to be the best you can
as the year comes to a close.
For those you lost, shed a tear
cherish those whom you hold dear
love them with all your might.
For your sins seek absolution
Make a New Years resolution
A great chance to make things right.
Decide what you want from next year
Face the future without fear
A brand New Year is in sight.
Look forward don’t look back
make sure you have Mighty Craic
On this New Years Eve night!
#happynewyear to one and all. Sincere thanks for all the likes comments shares throughout the year. All the very best to you and yours for 2019. Keep writing!
One year can change it all
It can make you rise, it can make you fall.
One year can blow your mind
Into the dust of forgotten land mines.
One year can **** the soul
Shrapnel holding together broken whole.
One year can bring you hell
A gaunt face with no good stories to tell.
One year can make you search
For bad answers that leave you in the lurch.
One year ago today I left for doom
As the demons lurked waiting in my room.
Yes, one year can change things
Cowering in fear of what the future brings.
Weathering out life's ****
Trying to get up once again when hit.
Every day a battle
Of a mere calf against the best cattle.
Is it won? I know not
I’ll only give it everything I’ve got.
Oh it hurts, will I find
What I’m looking for, leaving past behind?
These are small questions I can put out there
As my fingers work till they’re worse for wear.
A small thing,
like a mustard seed
compared to the crushing
pressures of our desperate world.
But, doesn't the sweet, small, precious
gesture revive the soul,
heal the mind,
and quicken the flesh?
Oh, yes, richly so!
May the new year give me
this fleeting gift,
that small miracle.
May it come sweetly and
may my longing be satisfied,
to experience a taste
of a unity divine;
when two lovers,
in the twinkling of an eye,
May the mountain of my
solitude be moved,
may a resurrected heart
rise in it's place.
the tall, brown-eyed
scholar with tousled hair and
endless supply of sarcastic comments;
stolen sweaters and car rides and
cartoons. sipping hot cocoa
out of Star Wars mugs, study dates,
playing hide and seek
in Walmart, hugs that
made me feel whole
******* in his passenger seat because
he "needed it”;
a lonely winter learning
he did not love me and
a season spent intertwined
with a boy who could not
fill the void in my chest.
golden hair, ocean eyes,
sunkissed skin and downtown flea markets.
threading my fingers between his
sharing our poems over skype
iced coffee and patched denim and
fresh yellow flowers stashed in my locker.
hugging in the hallway,
silly love notes and soft smiles and
laughing so hard my ribs hurt.
a sensation of warmth that could rival
a subtle disconnection
i held his heart in my palm and
let it slip
i still carry the guilt in my fingertips
overalls. shoulder-length hair, i
fell in love with the way he said my name
strange, unrecognizable on his lips, ringing
each syllable like a pink-petal
a thrift store parking lot, draped
across his lap, one hand in my hair,
the other around my heart;
stolen kisses at stoplights. shivering and
holding each other so closely
we might never unravel
disintegrating. distance withering away
my heartstrings; familiar pain and
longing to be held
bitter tears and night air
stroking my hair
in place of the way
his hands made me
an old poem. the loneliness comes and goes;
poem format inspired by haley
Normally I don't celebrate a one day holiday
But it's a drinking holiday, so celebrate away
Drinking green beer
Spreading good cheer
To the Irish and non, Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I don't really drink beer. I usually just stick to the hard stuff.
But waiting to get off work, going bonkers and berserk.
parallel range of
omnipotent panic linking
theories of the
jammed in a mason jar
left to ferment
for years near extinct
release of the rotten
the aged and
this involuntary drama
where you call
only to say
see you later
it’d been a few years since the music died
i was a senior **** hard as a rock.
yep for buddy, jp and richie we sighed
when ever we listened to S and J’s “sleep walk.”
back in the days of crisp clean air
the colors of fall and new school year.
still living at home with nary a care
just thinking of sports and the crowd’s wild cheer.
gone in a flash the summer past
we lived so fast life couldn’t keep up.
trips to the lake, two bucks for gas
saturday night’s dance and dragging the gut.
this was our life most all that we knew
we didn’t see where our futures would lie.
our harvest jobs got our new clothes for school
while our parents pitched in for the car’s we’d drive.
first day of school we checked out the class
all with their bronze summer tans.
that’s when I saw this cute texas lass
with the very strange name, jimmie-lynn.
a few of my buddies had steadies you see
they never had to want for a date.
but getting a girl was much harder for me
for shy and unskilled I accepted my fate.
we went undefeated three weeks in the season
for the schools pride I was good at the game.
as the team’s co-captain there wasn’t a reason
that for jimmie-lynn’s heart I’d turn up so lame.
then with the help of a friend’s girl friend
i got to meet this girl of my dreams.
i felt so nervous I wanted to run
not knowing then I was the end in her scheme.
seems that she’d seen me the first day of school
with my curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
she couldn’t understand why I didn’t have a girl
and she really couldn’t see why I was so shy.
she was warm and friendly, and I soon felt at ease
word’s leaped from my mouth I’d never before used
like “whatcha doin’ after the game friday night,”
and “wanna go for pizza” or “what ever you choose.”
the days flew by and friday night came
the night air was cold and the crowd was wild.
and playing for jim I had my best game
with skill and speed and fierceness unbridled.
after the game a quick shower and change
into my chevy reaching under the seat.
my trusty jade east for the dance at the grange
and off to chick’s drive in, my jimmie to meet.
my home town was small didn’t have far to drive
the place was hoppin’ and inside was packed.
take a minute, calm down, and spot jimmie I thought
but with a hero’s welcome couldn’t help but be jacked.
we soon found ourselves off and alone
we just sat and talked three hours on end.
then jimmie told me she had to get home
she’d be going home with her sister and friends.
i asked her to the movies for the following night,
with yes she leaned in and gave me a kiss.
it was short but sweet. this was all that I knew,
not knowing before just what I had missed.
it’s been fourty some years since that october night
a lot of life’s river’s passed over the falls.
and though we’ve long since gone each our own way
i’ll think of that sixty third fall most of all.
It takes a year,
for the pain to leave my veins,
for the memories of you to fade,
for the cuts in my soul to heal,
for the rhythm of my heart to change when I’m around you,
to forget your touch on my mind,
to forgive the universe for meeting you,
to live life like you and me had never happened.
Don't feed the hate
Feast with family
Don't plant bombs
Work the garden
Don't plot and scheme
Follow God's path
Don't believe the hipe.
Believe the Hope.
Don't hope against hope
Place hope in the Truth
Don't trust fleeting feelings
Trust your Father
May this year be better than the last
I'm not going to pull the 'new year, new me' *******
But I'm not saying that I'm going to stay the same.
See I've been slipping up lately
Enough to cause people to start asking questions again.
So I guess you could say 'new year, old me'
Because I'm about to put on the best show of my life.
So a HAPPY new year it will be.
It's been a year since that day
The day that you confessed
The day we started this lovely mess
but don't worry I didn't love you any less
The way we talk to each other til 2 in the morning
The way we squeezes each other's hand every time we're both freezing
The way we let our guard and pride down every time we're fighting
are some of the things that I will never get tired of doing
You do what floats your boat
Someone who thinks twice before he does what he's told
You're like a difficult puzzle to solve
but despite all that, I'll still love you til the day we're both old.
Happy Anniversay Babe!!! Thank you for the flowers and cake. I love you! :)
Let everything be in its prestine condition
Hold on to your ambition
2017 has already ended
But don't worry my friend
Here is a new year
A new beginning for us all
No need to fear
Because God will hear your call
So let us welcome 2018
And it will be good to us all
Here is a new year to reaching our dreams and leaving the bitterness of the past year.
*HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS
Greetings to you all!! :*
Don't talk to the old man
on the ladder he's likely
end to end full of leaves
kite string & black
He may mumble
teetering on the rungs
but don’t interrupt work
he has enough to handle.
By the next year
We will be apart
More than ever
By the next year
You wont know me
By the next year
You wont want
To see me
Bu the next year
Ill just be
Here, in these ninety minutes,
This means something,
This one shot,
The single chance to prove
That those thirteen days (and a year before)
Were not wasted
Not simply an excuse nor chains
That shackled me to the desk,
To the chair, inside...
This is it,
Do. Not. Mess. It. Up.
*"The time is now exactly ten-to-nine,
You may start - good luck."