Destacada

More sitting

i try to sit and ponder

all about the great big yonder

i can no longer wander

about.

but the only tree i can see

is on the TV

i would like to hug and see

a free green tree

again.

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This is just a fun poem I wrote. I hope you like  it.

Destacada

Am I a grown up yet?

If I knew what I wanted

I would go for it

I’d make plans

I would go to the shop and buy lots of different coloured pens

I would make lists on lined paper

I would write my name clearly and underline it

I might even put the date on the corner

I would look at it and cross out some things

I would think about bullet points

And when I typed it up I would choose an awesome font

If I knew what I wanted

Destacada

Walking with my thoughts

They opened with a broken truth

Hoping I would bite

The jab, the poke of a misbegotten word

I reply as usual, with my trite regards of, it’s not that bad etc etc etc

Oceans have travelled under that bridge

I collect my steps and aim to you

Wondering if it’s too late to take up Buddhism

To angry to change and to lazy to care

Need isn’t for the lighthearted

It’s been a while

I haven’t written anything in ages that wasn’t related to work. I figured I would just write something rather than nothing again.

HERE are a few things I’ve learnt over the last few months.

1. Living in the moment doesn’t help you to avoid problems.

2. Watching funny clips and comedy shows makes you happier.

3. I need to read better books and not just more.

4. People, no matter their age, are generally decent.

I think that is at least a beginning.

Give my thoughts to E major

The formula of the tear runs down the scale of back and up and down and up and over

I heard silence in the bar and filled it up with soil work 2+7 touch and

Pattern of repeats pattern of repeats rattern of pereats pratter rof reats

Nature is in the chinks, chunks broken boughs and shoddy fates

Repeat and rinse

10 cents

The smell of paint and crayons

Pulls memories from

An art class and

The sounds of someone drawing and painting

Relaxes me and calms an old regret that

Are becoming wants and a future

I listen and feel her in moments

Painting and smiling at the party in the park

A moment held gently

Too fragile to cup

day 9 She Orders a coffee

Is it the way she tilts or head or how she says café?

I wonder what her day has been like

Imaging a joke she laughed at and a guy she snubbed

Her hair moves with the breeze from the opened door

She sees me staring and flashes me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes

So I look down, pick up my phone and pretend to check for messages.