I’d rather live
Life than save
It I’d rather
Run when I
Can love who
I will and
Fail every time
I don’t want
To save something
As precious as
Life for when
I am old
Let me live
Now crazy and
Expressive and true
To my self
Category: Friendship
Blemish
Anyone seeking perfection
Is often disappointed
By their own
Greed see the
Beauty in blemishes
For there you
See their age
Writing (for Kobe)
And then he
Asked what’s it
Like to write
Thinking I thought
That it’s this
In order to
Write you must
Understand the un-understandable
The things that
The people feel
But can’t say
So you say
Them for them
To write is
Simple you put
Pen to paper
Stand naked and
Wait for laughter
But instead you
Hear the ahhh’s
That is writing
ThisMorning
This morning’s air
Hangs heavy and
Damp like the
Air in my
Mom’s kitchen when
She’s cooking filled
With the aromas
Of damp pine
And wet grass
Low sun bathes
Tall trees in
Yellow like creamy
Oozing eclair filling
While steam dances
Against my nose
From hot coffee
Like breath on
Cold winter days
ChurchMouse
We think of
Ourselves as so
Unimportant we think
That we’re overlooked
We think that
We don’t matter
Until you spy
That little church
Mouse crouching in
The corner knowing
That your small
Crumb means the
World to him
We’re all but
Church mice cowering
In the corner
Wherever we are
Be the man
Mouse or crumb
Give what you
Can as often
As you can
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 