Your synthetic facade can't shelter you
from what you do not know forever.
Reconstruct your frame of mind
before it crumbles.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Three ways to look at a Heart
1.
Beating and pumping life
through tiny veins.
The organ we hope
never fails us.
2.
The artwork on history notes.
Big, small and in clusters,
adds life to dull note paper.
3.
Red and pink paper cut outs
given out on every
February fourteenth
as a small gesture of friendship
and affection.
Always paired with those three words;
Be My Valentine
Beating and pumping life
through tiny veins.
The organ we hope
never fails us.
2.
The artwork on history notes.
Big, small and in clusters,
adds life to dull note paper.
3.
Red and pink paper cut outs
given out on every
February fourteenth
as a small gesture of friendship
and affection.
Always paired with those three words;
Be My Valentine
Seven ways to look at a Stain
1.
The morning struggle's victory
from racing time
with an open coffee cup in hand.
2.
Careless colors,
expressions on a canvas,
forgetting about long sleeves.
3.
Ketchup getting its revenge
for when you pounded
on its stubborn bottom.
4.
A three year old
wanting to help during a meal.
"I'll pour!"
5.
Green knees
skinned with pride,
memories of
blocking that last goal during over- time.
6.
A reminder of how
dependant a sweater's life is
on how close you are to the noodles,
when dealing with tomato sauce.
7.
Unexpected,
unwanted
keepsakes reminding us
no one is perfect.
The morning struggle's victory
from racing time
with an open coffee cup in hand.
2.
Careless colors,
expressions on a canvas,
forgetting about long sleeves.
3.
Ketchup getting its revenge
for when you pounded
on its stubborn bottom.
4.
A three year old
wanting to help during a meal.
"I'll pour!"
5.
Green knees
skinned with pride,
memories of
blocking that last goal during over- time.
6.
A reminder of how
dependant a sweater's life is
on how close you are to the noodles,
when dealing with tomato sauce.
7.
Unexpected,
unwanted
keepsakes reminding us
no one is perfect.
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