Maybe one day
someone will again
but even if
not I will
there are some
things I can’t
help while others
I often can
there are some
having no choice
others which do
I think that
I shall concentrate
on those I
cannot and let
those I can
to someone else
Category: Creativity
LittleWays
I write
for no
other reason
than because
I can
I love
for the
same reason
such marvelous
things these
two are
making differences
in such
little ways
Hole
I had and now
I don’t and this
gaping hole once filled
lays open I peer
into its depths looking
for the bottom thinking
how on earth did
it get so deep
as to never again
be filled but avoided
I’llWalkThanks
I am admittedly
shy having been
bitten so often
I no longer
bleed it’s not
how many times
I get thrown
from the horse
but how many
times I decide
to climb on
at this point
I’ll just walk
it’s much easier
and less painful
YeahNah
Friendship returned to me
again a letter undeliverable
rejected even before opened
I think now that
once crossed one can’t
and should have thought
but thinking was excused
like counsel advising no
dismissed as desire raged
and pleasure rained down
soaking and now understandably
destroying everything that once
was no I don’t
want whatever it was
before it was this
for that is gone
and this well this
means nothing to me
