Monthly Archives: November 2013

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty-Five

armor containing the constant ache.
of lost reality.

the dream was vivid color.
a kiss and comfort.
in the aftermath of an.
impossible scenario.

food calls today.
as it has not for weeks.
the body rebels against the mind.
as the mind has rebelled against the body.
practicality seizes pain.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty-Four

cold sets in.
no butterflies swirl now.
the squirrels and rabbits make.
a last stand before winter.
Summer is a memory.
holding on to life.
green is the color of rebirth.
in a dead sea.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty-Three

no noise not created.
by me.

housework and.
scrambled eggs.

still unestablished, but.
one day closer.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty-Two

make the bed.
change clothes.

no will.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty-One

another anniversary of an end.
you know, I think I.
threw the ring on the eighteenth too.
and we started then, I.
was joking when I said.
there was no memory.
eighteen is not my number.
the worst age that happened to me.
maybe I’ve been lost since.
like all bad luck, it keeps.
popping up–ages don’t have heads.
to rear ugly and frightening.
around the turn of days.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Twenty

leaves swirl, night covers.
cleansing rain gone to ground and
life prepares for death.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Nineteen

we used to drive.
for no reason.
other than.
the hope of new horizons.

I remember trees.
and laughter.
and cheddar bacon.
potato skin chips.

rolling back from.
mountains on.
a donut that conquered.
route forty.

strange I met her.
the night we.
what it’s known for.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Eighteen

forget it.
not the same.
not different in.
any good way.
too many obstacles.
too much heartache.
too sick to dream.
flail and no answers.
come, cannot explain.
weather fixates, then.
flits again, confused.
no balance here.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Seventeen

so many mistakes.
can’t go forward.
can’t go back.

lost now.
the sun does not sustain.
empty and shell-like.

crawl through another day.
wanted to be alone.
but what is the point?

another family split.
another dream broken.
recovery is unmanageable.

365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Sixteen

this would have been better done.
six months ago.
but the chemistry of the mind.
is unpredictable.

I meant to break down.
planned it.
two weeks in a room with no view.
other than tears.

they wouldn’t come
it scared me.
crying is the one thing.
that’s always been easy.

new to shock.
I went on, thinking.
the bullet was dodged.
these are the mistakes of the uninformed.

now, it is hard to rebuild.
hard to be alive.
what happened to strength and will.
six months ago?

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