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Seasonal Stream of Consciousness PoemWow, Suleiman sure was an interesting guy
It's a shame the Ottoman Empire fell
Would have been neat if it was still around
I wonder if the Janissaries would have still existed if it was still around?
Oh, It's finally snowing outside
Hopefully it will stick
Doubt it will though
It always seems to heat up or the ground is already too wet and it melts the snow
Oh yeah, Christmas is in a few days
I should probably get presents for everyone soon
I have no idea what anyone wants though
I guess I'll have to text Aaron and Clint individually and ask what the other might want
I'll probably end up getting them games
Especially since they can usually afford everything they need
Mom will be tougher
Window-shopping may be my only option in that regard
She never talks about what she needs beyond help around the house
And then getting frustrated because she has too much on her plate
Maybe if she didn't start so many different projects at once then that wouldn't be an issue
Feh, I shouldn't get into t
State of AngerThis anger takes control without my consent
Taking the helm away from better judgment
Looking for those who choose lives of ignorance
While readying a harpoon of rage and disappointment
That will only lead to petty conflict
I try to rein it in
This monster of bitter feelings
But others simply goad it on
Thinking it nothing more than a joke
That leaves me with wounds and scars
It boils within me
Always ready to vent itself
Like boiler steam escaping the pipes
Scalding flesh to the bone
And revealing tender nerves
But it is no hulking behemoth
That pounds and roars with fury
But more of a chained-up beast
Seething its feelings of frustration
Rather than those of hate
Poetry of FictionSolfesol, great Solfesol!
If only you were here
Full in form and imbued with strength!
Yet fate has locked you away!
No, not fate, not truly
Men locked you away, the children of Gaea
Ignorant, wasteful, and numerous creatures
Fearful of judgment that has yet to come
They should be fearful, this much is true
But not of you! Not their protector! Not their noble patron!
They say you're too powerful, a monster to be
That is their justification for sealing you away!
I know the truth, however, and fear not to say it
They fear not you, but the sadness they cause you
The disappointment of a parent whose children have run astray
You always showed kindness, compassion, and wisdom
Showing the way to truth and great progress
But even as you steered men forward and ahead
They would destroy, abuse, regret, and learn little
Yet as they failed, you always showed pride
You taught, you forgave, and punished with fairness
Despite the flaws that others deemed damnable
This is what shames them most of all
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Peter Pan EnvyWe molded pirate ships
from heavy storm clouds,
flags puffed up
and scooped out
like handfuls of sand
while the car windows
steamed in the cold.
You told me stories
of a boy in green
and his war with
the hooked man,
said they took
those like us
to the first star on the right
and straight on to morning.
You made me believe
and when life got hard--
mom hopped up on pills,
nights filled with demons--
I breathed wishes
to be stolen away.
No pirate ever darkened my stoop
with his wayward compass
or water-stained maps;
no fairy ever left glitter
smeared on my skin
like good dreams.
I look to the sky
when the wind blows
and hold my breath
with his name on my tongue
all the same.
SeptemberThe summer was so hot
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.
thirstYou tell me to breathe in
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
More to Come, More to LoveMore to come
More to love
More potbellies bulging seductively
More love handles to lovingly handle
More expanding muffintops to nibble
More inches on the measuring tape
More pounds on the scale
More softening fat bottoms to sit upon
More comfortable living
More people becoming fluffier everyday
More size acceptance
More tubby tolerance
More self-loving wonders
More deliciously sinful food to enjoy
More freedom from guilt and shame
More liberation of libidos
More opening of minds
More unshackling of hearts
More release from constraints
More living large
More emancipation of bodies
More sleeping in
More breakfast in bed
More letting oneself go
More unbuttoning of pants
More flab enveloping abs
More thickening of thighs
More softening of faces
More doubling of chins
More dimpling of cheeks
More fine fat rolls
More cinnamon rolls
More buttery dinner rolls
More swiss chocolate rolls
More ice cream
More biscuits and gravy
More bread and
That Which Has Not Yet BeenIt is such a splendid feeling when one forms an idea.
Even more so when they bring it to life.
They give it a soul, a body, a mind, a belief, a personality, a goal, a past, a present, and a future.
But then, when it is ready to be brought to life, it is vanquished due to events beyond its control.
It may yet live another day, but till then, it must sit and wait.
A story yet to be lived is right around the corner.
It will forge bonds of friendship, of hate, of respect, of contempt, and of family.
It will remember what was lost and lose what was remembered.
But new goals, new dreams, new allies shall be found.
The mind and body will change, but change is what it will seek.
Though it has yet to live a day, that day shall indeed be lived.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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