Thursday Morning

I'm starting to think I like my face better wet
Crying over some dead celebrity I never met
And forgetting
And rememberring
My priorities
And wondering when exactly I started liking coffee
And asking
Does it matter?
And remembering a dream
Of what we all want
Of mattering
And starting to think
And starting to say
Its to early to think
But I think I
Will anyway

... Right in My Own Way

Some things are immeasurable
Meant to be undefined
Some things we pretend we've figured out
Like power, love, and time
Sometimes we make up rules
Like "poems have to rhyme"
But maybe the rebels
Who think "conforming" is a crime
Are in there own way right
So just maybe I'm...

Small Talk

We wear out small talk

(All we have left)

The air is heavy

With elephant's breath

Cold, crisp, and painstakingly polite

When did we become so business-like?

My heart bursts with memories

And "used to be's" 

But deep down inside

I'm relieved to be free

Glad we gave up

On the little game

Where we ignore the past

Like everything's the same

Because 

Its not

Things are changed forever

So we stay in this place

Discussing the weather

It

It's the name resting forever
On the tip of your tongue
It's the time you struck out
Because you never swung

It's looking for the brightside
On the darkside of the moon
It's the tingling aftertaste
That evaporates to soon

It's the one you let get away
And the time you held on to long
It's all those words you meant to say
And the times that you were wrong

It's the reason for joy
It's the reason for strife
It's the undefinable "if"
In this thing we call "life"

And We Wanted to Grow Up

It's hot outside
An inside joke
And frosty by
A cold shoulder
Drama reigns
And kindness chokes
As young hearts
Grow older

As we all crash
On leaden wings
We learn to seek new highs
Love hurts
Betrayal Stings
And we are spoon fed lies

Boys are clueless
And girls are cruel
All struggling for the concept
Of an undefined "cool"

So failure greets the best of us
Not for lack of trying
On the golden clouds we reached for
I fight for a silver lining

National Poetry Month

This Month is National Poetry Month! It's great to have a month to celebrate the amazing concept of poetry that is special to so many. For more information and ways to celebrate you can check out http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/94. As a personal way to celebrate, and as a extreme challenge to myself, I am going to attempt to post one poem of my own each day. I hope you all have a great month, and I urge you to not only check back here every day, but immerse yourself in the poetry of other poets as well. Perhaps you will even take up the pen yourself. I wish you all luck!
Miles of Smiles,
Inkwriter

Deceased Feelings

The seed of an idea
It took its time to grow
Began to expand
Manifested oh so slow
But when the silver sissors
Snipped the stem
it took but a bare insant
After all that work
And spent time
It put up no resistance

It was in prime condition
No wear
And no rust
But in nothing more then a moment
It crumbled into dust

A city built in a century
Is crushed with just one bomb
A life takes a while living
But the ending's hardly long

Forever I have known this
And yet I was suprised
What thought of as endless
Did not take much time

I didn't see the headlights coming
Nothing flashed before my eyes
There was no moment of enlightenment
I couldn't pick the truth from lies

Just a moment
Then the next
No fireworks between
There was no gathering crowd
There was nothing to be seen

Things die every day
It couldn't be considered news
Yet somehow I expected immortality
Of my opinion
Of you