An oldie, but a good oldie

That night

What we had that night...

The snow fell as if stars were

gently falling to rest on your eyebrows.

I took your hand in mine on that bridge

My fingers were numb and couldn't feel but

were happy just because they embraced yours in the cold.

We both sniffled in the cold

and smiled at the irony that we wouldn't

dream of being anywhere else, if not together.

Not may words were said, as if I could speak,

my tongue tied itself in knots when

my eyes saw the moonlight reflected in yours.

What master planner planted mistletoe above us?

I would've thanked them had my lips

not been busied with tradition.

What I would give to go back to when

we slow danced on that bridge as the snow fell around us,

when we had each other that night.

Sack of a bag

I'm a flawed, sad, sack of a bag

full of mistakes of which I've made

towards and concerning you, your being

like's being away from me in a current fashion,

currently I'm fashioning a way to correct these

trespasses.

So just wait on me a while.

Too soon, too late I never got this right

so I write too swoon too bait the heart which

was taken by others, brothers and strangers wooed

you better, and I never thought that could happen but

here I am and you are there with him, I missed my chance

again.

So waiting here seems futile.

An Invitation though quite possibly a calling out

Would like to extend to you an invite to show

though it's not likely no it's not likely you'll know

this is a make or break moment, this is a take or

fake instance, and if you don't show I'll walk

I swear to you I'll walk and if you're around you'll

watch me close the door in your face

I tire of defending this magic bean theory, this

thin as paper proffer, this completely empty offer

on a whim I'll win this sick sort of game for simply guessing

correct, filling in the right option on a multiple choice

test and getting lucky, luckier than the rest who

simply enjoyed themselves without your burden

There are simply too many arguments against you

when concerning a quarrel concerning you in which I

find it hard to argue your case, all I ask is in case I'm

wrong let me know and I'll continue to be a stooge,

no more than a droning clone put to your use as you

see fit to please yourself, as I'm hardly pleased myself

about how this is going down

My door is open to you, I merely ask you step your

foot in so I know I'm putting my time to good use

rather than masturbating in an open window, so that

with some form of confidence I can confide in this hardly

dense world over which you preside and I can fall into a

peaceful sleep with knowledge that I haven't wasted these

past few years

I'm like a paper cup (with coffee in it)

So I've almost been completely off coffee for the past...year? I think I quit drinking coffee in large quantities about this time last year. (on account of being afraid of ulcers, too much coffee, not enough food in the belly, equals misery, oh those hapless college kids and lack of funds to buy proper food, bwahaha) Well in the midst of these major life changes I seem to be subjecting myself too, I've come across a major perk, a return to coffee! A return to my lovely dark mistress. (I call her cinnamon)

How sweet it is to be back with cinnamon. I don't know if I've ever smiled at five o'clock in the morning before her, not sure if it's even physically possible. Of course, I didn't throw this up to talk about my (disturbing) love of the dark drink, but to also contradict myself of a year ago and say that I will be going back to school in the spring, assuming they don't turn down my admission application, but that's a mole-hill, I'm not really worried about that. More on that subject however, this time I seem to be setting a somewhat more applicable major (film & editing, I'm looking to do you proud Blair) rather than an English degree, which from what I've been told seems to be a total make or break degree, making it into a meal ticket or breaking the frame you put it in when cleaning out your garage in your forties and going, Oh yeah! I went to college!

I also realize I didn't update this yesterday, but whereas some people may consider karma to be a key factor in their lives, irony likes to walk my dog. (which currently is ironic because she has a limp) Figures just as soon as I publicly state I have too much free time all of said time flies out of the window. But I am actually looking forward to this, I've waited all day thinking of something I could throw on here, which, hopefully now I will seek excitement rather than waiting for it on a bench, that way I can blog about it, I'm stoked !

And Away We Go

Well for whatever reason (boredom) I thought a good idea was to start a semi-legitimate blog. No more random posting on facebook whenever a creative bug catches me and I feel the need to share thoughts in poetry. In the sense that I can "do better" I've decided to step up my game and toss my hat into the infinite anonymity that is internet blogging. Thinking this could be a grand undertaking I want to say this blog will pertain to poetry, film, music, literature and dare I say a bit of personal updating. I want to say that, but as I'm not sure how completely committed I am yet to this venture, let's just see what happens.