Memory can be a falsehood.
The memory you choose to cherish
can in truth be a bitter lie.
Reality will shatter the vision
and you will see what a fool you have been.
Yet memory can be a hope.
A decision to remember the good
so that things will get better
and reality becomes a place
where your memory would be only
a memory.
My Not Boyfriend
who I hang out with
every weekend.
The one who I call
when things go bad.
My companion who holds me
when I cry as my heart breaks.
The arguments that help us
remember what the other means
to the one arguing
because the talk afterwards
means so much more.
We love each other.
But he is not my boyfriend.
He is my friend
and I truly believe
my soul mate.
Excitement starts to build
As soon as it is announced.
When will it come out?
What will be happening?
The movie poster is up already!
Now the next phase of suspension begins!
The hat looks fabulous.
So does the store.
An upscale market
is what they are looking for.
Too bad all my money
is just change from the floor.
It is always the little things.
The constant reminder of how they cherish you.
They are always being understanding,
empathetic and actually listen to you.
If only they would love you
and not just like you.
That is up to them to decide.
The words may never come
but sometimes actions speak louder than words.
Hold your stomach flat
place one hand on it.
Inhale deeply using only your lungs.
Hold for three seconds
Then scream out all your anger
releasing any pent up air demons inside of you!
This technique is not recommended
for use in the middle of a business meeting.
I am so tired.
These battles sap my will,
my energy, my soul.
I am at a loss as to how to handle the constant defiance,
the stubborn tears, the refusal to go to school!
I have no energy left to be patient with her.
I cannot calmly speak to her about why and try to persuade her.
I believe my rope is nearing its end.
My struggle is so draining
that I might just give up.
All I know is that fighting the good fight
is never good!
The snow blankets everything
covering all the dirty streets.
The cars parked look like giant marshmallows.
As it falls it creates a serenity that transcends words.
You can watch it and think you have seen perfection
for each snowflake is unique and indescribable!
Winter’s cold is offset seeing the joy of children
as they play in the white world created
not just for them, but for everyone!
To start your day
The healthy way
One must have breakfast.
A non sugary protein based meal
Full of delicious energy.
Left over pizza is a popular choice
Among starving students
And those with insufficient cooking skills.
The best is good old bacon and eggs
Though I must admit I also like my hash browns.
The body is only a lifeless shell
mirroring movement it has done before.
The soul is so small
you need a microscope to attempt looking for it.
The posture is slumped and lacklustre
at each presentation so ill prepared in hygiene routines.
The eyes only stare blankly
as you speak and blink once slowly meaning “I know”.
They have no will to live
and everything about them speaks volumes.
I was once a part of this walking dead
and know just how hard it is to crawl back
from such a devastating depression.
Saturn's Premier Poet 