Writing

Maybe this is a poem,

And maybe it's just words of love

Spilling endlessly from my thoughts,

Smudging into one on the page.

Today, in the present

Don't focus on the past

Don't think about the future

Focus on right now

Don't think about what happened yesterday or what you're doing tomorrow

Take a deep breath and focus on right now

The golden, bright, vibrant sun,

shines throughout the day. 

It shines brightly on the first day of school.

HEADLINES

Big words jumping out at you from creased paper, casually thrown on the counter, demanding attention 

Meaningless opinions coated in fallacies

A repost: For all the years we've missed.

every day my friend asks me

how many days.

every day my answer shrinks

and we shudder

willing ourselves to believe in light and truth and good

but can't help whispering