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This is a cowrite poem with Wolf A. Carrington. W: At last, a beautiful garden that I now call home!  K: At last, a time to welcome new sense of peace in this fleeting memory. W: Let it be known that the birds sang with a lively tone.  K: Nature knows when winter fades, as ice melts I long to wear shorts again.  W: Til the sun rises, and til the heat thickens, I walk upon this paradise.  K: Frozen with fear, yet eager for the beauty I am about to meet. W: Along this path I ta

A poem about waiting for life's milestones and how we end up resenting the patience life seems to require of us. Patience is a bitch and gratitude is a savior complaining cuts up your heart.  What's the point in that? Headaches at work as of late  but I dream of glee  but I'm reminded patience is a bitch.  I want to frolic in a wig or fedora and escape again but patience is a bitch.  And yet patience is strange cuz I feel so comfortable with it,  asked for my company too many

Inspired by Robert Frost's Poem Nothing Gold Can Stay Frost wrote nothing gold can stay, If you don't let life beat that out, Growing into a childish adult before it's too late, becomes what comedy and love are all about. Scratched up dvd's and an old TV, Picking up an instrument like you're 17, Guitar glares as shit 20 I will be, By next month no more talking to myself so mean. Nothing gold can stay  Not even teenage years  Not even a one week crush  But I'll stay gold when

Life is filled with little epiphanies, Wow how the years passed. And what a stone-faced soldier you have been, you stop for a second and realize love abounded even in moments where you didn’t know it was there. Little microseconds of complete assurance pay you a visit, That it will all work out and you’re already killing it. Yet doubt creeps back in without your consent Control is anxiety pretending to be your friend. Life doesn’t change with the snap of your fingers, But it

I laugh at the joke I don't even get. Is this progress or regret? I whack the flies away from my food, and stare at a list of shit I don't want to do. I try to wrap my mind around my atheist teacher's explanation of creation, and I feel empty, like my whole world is spinning upside down, abnormal behavior. Perhaps it's just bitter to realize how unfulfilling your dreams are, living each day under a hell lot of pressure, dodging the molotov cocktail that is a nervous breakdown