i'm on fire

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the middle of my head.
Only you can cool my desire, I'm on fire

diamond path

I want to write something true

without taking it too far

but this head of mine wont let me

it's been stolen like a car

I'm feeling kind of seasick

on land without a boat

stuck inside a prison

and drowning in the moat

Too tired to think of life

and to learn of what may be

but if you need ears to listen

just sit and stay with me

I'd hate to think of losing

my mind to someone else

to give away all I know

and destroy it's only health

It's not very good at choices

of which is right or wrong

instead it likes to drive

too fast and way too long

I'll try to make some sense

of words that I don't own

just speak of what you knew

and see if it has grown

walking down the diamond path

I stop to look around

where it is I'm going

my feet stuck in the ground

To listen one more time

to what you have to say

I hate to think your leaving

that you are on your way

The sky is big and wide

a place I'd like to be

but here I am standing

and longing to be free.

days of the week

Monday- I dislike this day because I have to get up early, everything always seems rushed and nobody takes the time to notice the things around them.

Tuesday- I like Tuesday sometimes, it's the day where I know what is going on and usually can expect what the day will bring.

Wednesday- This is my favourite day because it's in the middle, and nothing ever goes wrong on a Wednessday. I like the way it sounds and the fact that it's the only day that starts with a 'W'.

Thursday- I hate this day, it should not even be a day of the week. I dislike it's unoriginal name, there is already a day starting with 'T' why not 'B' or 'N'? I'd like to have a stern talking to the person who named this day. Everything goes wrong on a Thursday.

Friday- I know many a person wait for this day, but for me it's too short a day. Nothing ever happens on a Friday night for myself, that's probably why I do not like is as much.

just a drawing

wanting this.

never had the heart to tell her

simple

"A break in the clouds. The Blue

outline of the mountains.

Dark yellow of the fields.

Black river. What am I doing here,

lonely and filled with remorse?

I go on casually eating from the bowl

of raspberries. if I were dead,

I remind myself, I wouldn't be

eating them. It's not so simple.

It is that simple."

Simple- Raymond Carver.

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