Downpour

/ / / / / / /                   There's been a spoken word poem

/ / / / / /                      Outside your window all day

/ / / / /                         There's not much point

/ / / /                            In complaining of rain

/ / / 

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Note to Self

heartbeats and a harvest moon

good morning, good evening, good afternoon

goofy pictures, exchanging toons

too filled up with happiness, will have to make more room

The Cat Gets The Game

Tug of war
X's and O's
Its a war that no ones winning
A draw of tic tac toe

Your Song

Your voice is the one that always rang out loudest

Spoke up for me when I was to shy

"MY FRIEND WANTS TO ASK YOU A QUESTION"

We were barely four feet high

Your voice was the one that stayed steady

Didn't rise in shocked surprise 

Stayed quiet when it was best to be

Didn't spread secrets or tell lies

Nowdays, your voice is a little known treasure

Hidden, protected, rarely heard

Your voice is the best because it is yours

Don't let it fear the world 

Here

The moon is on average 250,000 miles away.

But with a brushing of fingertips, I'm there everyday.

I always regarded as most dangerous- space travel and the sea

But when I'm 

flying,

         drowning, 

                         slipping, 

                                      falling

you're 

          there

                   to

                      catch me

GRADES.SCHOOL.TESTS.COOL.

just want to beat the system
just want to slide by
"get ahead in your education"
try not to cry
a slipping sensation
always 5 steps behind.

In Response to "Tell all the truth but tell it slant..."

"Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;

As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind" 

- Emily Dickinson


Tell the truth and tell it straight

Defeat in double meaning lies,

Too easy to sink in the shadows

And be broken by unsaid surprise

As resentment filled cracks build up

With no explanation of any kind

The whole truth finds itself broken

Shattered, hurt, and blind