this looks familiar
When you’re trapped
in a place you can’t escape,
routines that never end,
drowning under piles of paper,
with the deafening sounds
of endless haunting expectations
When you’re trapped
in a place you can’t escape,
routines that never end,
drowning under piles of paper,
with the deafening sounds
of endless haunting expectations
Can I go back
Back to the place I call home
Full of laughter and love
The place where I sleep above my friend
As I'm surrounded by so many others
Darkness
swallowing up the sunset
streaks of gold and orange and pink fading to a dark navy blue
then, finally
once the sky has been painted over with a seemingly endless coat of black
the stars come out
speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word
O Canada
I am so sorry for what is going on
I apologize for a lot of people's actions
to specify, their stupid actions
O Canada
Vermont sends its condolences
You were a little bird once
a chick
fluffy and begging for food
now you're all grown up
now you're learning to feed yourself
now your stretching your wings
practicing your landings and takeoffs
"Having a career isn't all that there is in life."
You think I don't know that?
I know it isn't.
But I also know
That this is my ticket into the real world
And I'm not going to blow it
For silly parties
With each unpreDictable swivel of our fingertips,
a familiar, sacred slab of tree Is destroyed.
The Earthy aroma drifts through our veins,
My anger sits just below my sixth rib.
Nestled next to my heart,
the rage has easy access to my bloodstream.
My anger utilizes that location well.
It spreads like a lit match dropped in kerosene.
Home is
trying not to smudge
our still-sticky nail polish
on the carpet
as we sit
cross-crossed
on the floor
spilling secrets
& memories
our speech sliding
i dreamed of the windmills again -
four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains,
whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,
To live in the moment
is to really see
to really feel the world around you
to live in the moment is to capture the glow of a camper's hair in the sunlight