Jun 24

poem 3

the way that the dark, emerald-green pine trees look against a clear blue sky is bea-u-ti-ful.
it is quite positively one of my favorite things in the wholee wiiide world.
i suggest that the next time any of you are outside on a cloudless day, to take a second and appreciate the beauty of those pine trees, silhouetted-but-not-really-because-they-are-a-dark-emerald-green, against the bright blue sky.
it es truly ay wonder.
Jun 17

poem 2

the truth that you  don t  care about:

i wish  i d  never met you.
or seen your face
or heard your name

but then (again) if i  hadn t  met yo,
then things would be (...)

quite different.

but i would dearly like to know if  it s  mutual.
i m  guessing not,
but  wouldn t  that be self/centered ?

i truly wish  i d  never met you.
or seen your face
or heard your name
Jun 16

Twelve Chairs

An empty chair

next to a lonely table.

A table set for one,

no happiness here.

Behind it is a longer table;

with chairs for twelve.

But it still seems as lonely as the table set for one,

like if she were invited

to a dinner with eleven other people,

to fill in the eleven other chairs,

she would still

be lonely.

She would still be lonely because she

knows that she is

supposed to be eating at that table set for one.

And that whole time she sits in that room with the eleven other people,

the table and chair would be alone.

Just like she is now.

Just like the table and chair are now.

That’s why she belongs at that table set for one;

set for her.