Monday, February 25, 2013

I'm not afraid...


I'm afraid of a winter with no snow. Of losing my big toe. I'm afraid of the dark. Of having a flood and Noah not building an ark. Of a tree that doesn't have any bark. Of a shark eating left foot.  I'm afraid of staying put. Of a bears foot clawing its way through my tent. Of a vent blowing up in my house. Of a jumping mouse. I'm afraid of everything.

Fear why do I fear you?


Fear why do I fear you?
Why is that I only feel you when times call to have courage and to stand up for what I know is right.
And never in times of not using my brain in moments that I ought to be.
You always seem to come at the wrong times.
Oh how I wish I had you by my side the day I decided to ride my bike with no brakes down that steep hillside.
And how I wish you weren't with the day I needed to speak up and be courageous and stick up for that kid who was being picked on.
Oh fear how I wish I didn't fear you.
How I wish I could stand up to you and say I've finally had enough and tell you that I'd never need you again.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Thinking about you


I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like cops think about robbers and robbers think about robbing.
I'm thinking about you like winter thinks about snow.
Like socks think about shoes and how shoes think about stinky feet.
Like fish think about swimming.
I'm thinking about you like dancers think about dancing.
Like gold miners think about finding gold.
Like little kids think about happy meals and how happy meals think about making kids fat.
Like teachers think about teaching.
Like the sun thinks about burning people.
I'm thinking about you like chickens think about being fried.
Like summer thinks about the sun.
It may seem weird but I was just thinking about you.

Wish you knew...


I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you and the way you use to laugh so hard until you would cry.
I'm thinking about you and the way you would hold me so close and would tell me everything would be fine and the way you would smile at me and wait until I noticed.
The sound of your voice when you would sing, all the songs we sung together.
The time you got a hair cut from your sister.  
I’m thinking about you and the way your hand met mine and the walks we would take for hours.
I was just thinking about you and how I wish we were still together.  

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Never ending question


Love. Why is this four letter word so undefined? It has so many different meanings. We are all going through this life looking for the same answer to this never ending question.  Have we ourselves ever loved or been loved? This is a feeling you can't explain because it is different for each one of us. I wish there was a solid answer to this question. It drives me crazy I feel like it will never be answered. Every time I think I have finally found the answer something always happens to make me question it again.  But I haven't given up on finding the answer and I'm not going to stop until I find it. And if you have this same problem and don't know the answer to this never ending question then I encourage you to not give up either. 

Thought I found Love


I thought I found love today. thought I found love today. The way you smiled at me until I smiled back and laughed. The way you held my hand so tight. The way you told me you'd never leave me and the feeling of warmth I felt when you said these words. I thought I found love once but I'm not so sure anymore. You told me that I was the one. That you would be there forever. You were my best friend and I thought I was yours. People told me that I was just to young to know what love was. And oh man do I wish they we're right because if this wasn't love then what was it? I thought I found love once but I'm not so sure anymore.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Snowboarding!


That first run                    
Fresh powderFirst tracksEvery time is the first time
The powder deep, pure, cleanThe crunch of snowThe coldThe burning chill on my cheeksThe rush of my snowboardI feel the power and speed of the world around us,Suddenly at peaceI am the authorMy snowboard the penThe fresh snowThe paper upon which I write 

Friday, February 1, 2013

Human?


Heart beating
Blood fooling
Brain working
Eyes blinking
Never stopping always doing their jobs.
Feet moving, underneath the ground so fast just trying to keep up with the life they are living.

Hands, hands
Always working, working so hard trying 
so desperately not to disappoint the ones they love and hold so dearBut all of this only to wake up and find out they were never truly loved.
Then and only then do they start to question if they are truly human.