losing grip

now i'm moving too fast

i can't leave everything behind

everything about my past

that i've lost and cannot find

racing past the people and things that i used to know

sentiments lost

how fast can i go?

how can i slow down?

stop time

even for a minute

to look around and realize

what i've forgotten in it

over it

through it

but i can't look back

not now

gaining momentum

i don't know how

pausing--not an option

the only choice is

moving faster

and trying to grip hold of past

and future

hopes and dreams left to die

i need to save

their lives

i must get a grip

no choice but to try

anniversary

one year, "many a day"

365 days to be exact

of sometimes blogging

of sometimes

not

"happy birthday" you could say

maybe

maybe

not

or maybe "hey. that's some pretty cool stuff"

maybe

maybe

not

what if only people had birthdays

no pet birthdays or

blog

birthdays

no marriage birthdays

or dog birthdays

just humans

people

with intimate feelings

expressions of self or

not

but blogs are expressive

animals too

a dog's brow

a blog's story

thanks for listening

to this one

impact

you open a card

the smile's infectious

knowing someone

was thinking about

you

only you, a special friend

more than friend

an acquaintance even

someone they remember

you made

an impact

and they made

an impact

on you

ink

fountain pen

any pen

awaits ideas

scrolled on a page

so many trapped

within the ink

the glistening surface promises

glory

fame

because it alone

will discover what was hidden

within the ink

rainbow

everyone says
rainbow is
the silver lining of rain
it's special because it came
after a storm
but the real magic lies
in the timing of the skies
the real magic is
when the rainbow came
in your life
in your dreams
not relative to
when the storm passed
you look out that second story window
and what do you see?
after all this mess
not a storm
but a story
there's a painting in the sky
a spectrum of wishes
and hopes
that your rainbow will come

let go

sometimes
i like to
let go
its better to act like
a drunken fool
than to try to
play it cool
i guess what i'm saying
and listen to this
is that
ice cold stiff
like a gel-filled quiff
results in a tiff
but loose and free
buzzing like a bee
results in amis

your

your
take the y
our
add an h
hour
add an s
hours
take the h
ours
take the o
urs
take the r
us
add an e
use
don't use me

important

do you have a special item?
it represents
you
your friends
your family
your life
in one item
someone can tell
your favorite color
your favorite sport
your job
your hair color
your quirk
and if your special
important item
is burned
is thrown
away in the trash
it's like
there is a hole in your heart
you're not you
they're not them
he's not him
without whats
important
a special item