Here I sit thinking
there you lay sleeping
in the other room
almost like Christmas I
know that soon I
can unwrap you but
first I need to
get thoughts and words
said here you’re used
to this by now
this cheating of sorts
just me and thoughts
and coffee and cigars
and words selfish pursuits
until at last I
go back to you
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
JustLaugh
I have often wondered
just what it is
that attracts me to
someone else and what
attracts them to me
it’s such a haphazard
serendipitous thing that even
bet makers in Vegas
turn the other cheek
Maybe the eyes maybe
the smile maybe the
voice or the vibe
I think it’s the
laugh for within a
laugh I hear the
actual sigh of God
Rather
I think that now
after the dust settled
what I truly want
is friends not lovers
I’ve had lovers so
many in fact that
I could field an
entire baseball team and
and now rather than
playing the game I’d
rather sit in the
stands eating popcorn and
hotdogs and cheering those
on who still want
to play to win
Me I’d rather watch
I no longer can
weather the losing and
winning lost its charm
Raw
And so I had
a guy come over
yesterday and my nerves
got the better of
me I did like
him but I don’t
think I’ll see him
again not because I
don’t want to but
because he doesn’t want
to I’m a lot
in person for most
and like an oak
shade most everything beneath
me causing few blooms
I think that he
knew that with me
he would never grow
The absolute worst part of being a poet is living life twice: Once for yourself and the other to write about it so that others may understand.
