February 2011
18 posts
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take but by the moments that...”
January 2011
5 posts
It’s cold outside
I hate the cold
I have eight blankets
Hot tea
Warm pajamas
But really
Let’s face it
I still must get up in the morning
And make it out the door
Through the world
And it’s colder than cold should ever be cold.
A Little Happy Poem
My internet has been down which totally blows, but here is a little poem I wrote the other day:
The ice cut my legs
The cold burned my feet
But you held my hand
So we laughed
At the pain
The scars make me smile
I ruined my favorite jeans
That game
Silly game
Holes in the knees
Grass stains on the butt
Bruises on my arms
And my hands
They remind me it happened
It wasn’t a happy...
Well, here's the thing
I’m not really the best photographer
That’s clear
And I’m not particularly good at keeping up with things I say I will
Also, quite clear
But I love to write
An I love to take pictures
And I love to sing
And I love art
So suppose I change my mind
And this becomes a forum
A forum for whatever artistic or random thought
May pass through my head,
That’s all.
