I find it easier
to scrawl on a blank page
than to type on one,
but what does it matter
when you have a day
with nothing much to say
and even I am searching
for the meaning in the words?
(Because there has to be
meaning in the words.)
61/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
there are some things I
shouldn’t have committed to,
and yes, this is one
60/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
60 days in and I’m pretty disappointed in myself so far for mostly “copping out” in my own opinion with so many haikus and tankas, so, I’m going to try to do better.
There was a day
it was too hot
to go to the beach
but we went anyway,
do you remember?
Do you remember
sweating it out on
a thin sheet in the sand,
getting burnt to a crisp
with our arms
around each other,
kissing despite the crowd?
It was too hot
to even walk on the sand
but I got you into the water
and you lifted me up, effortless,
weightless in your arms,
you held me close
and spun me around
and kissed me,
and in that moment
it all felt like forever.
19 / 365 – A Poem A Day For a Year
I wrote the perfect
poem but I can’t share it
cause it will hurt you.
I don’t want to hurt
the one I love the most with
words I can’t take back,
so I will bury
the broken parts of me to
keep each other safe.
11/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
