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Day 11

Today we're going ice skating, A tradition as old as my arpit hair. I always seem to think, I'll be better this year, Until I step on the ice, slip,...

Day 10

All the presents have been ordered online, So convenient, a few clicks and you're done. The only problem is that things get pretty expensive, And I...

Day 9

The gale force winds are picking up, So strong it blows the dirt from my pocket, Now I have to deal with judgemental stares from those who think I...

Sex Ed. Redux

How well did Sex Ed. really educate you? What did it tell you of infatuation? The intoxication of humanity that draws out the small: The rich tones...

Sick and Tired

I'm sick of pain And I'm tired of people hurting again and again ... I'm sick of hate And tired of what we create I'm sick of suffering And tired of...

Day 8

I had my first hot chocolate of the winter, It's sweet, warm and familiar taste. My stomach is now making it's list, For great foods to stuff into my...

Lovebirds

I look at you across the table. I’m going to blink and you won’t be there. Or I will be somewhere else. We won’t be together, that’s the point. That’...

Day 7

The bitterness in the air has set in, Warm hats and tight scarves, I'm choking. On these cold days I can't think about the homeless or the poor, I...

Note To Mind

Where do you go when you are not here, Sometimes you're away for days, Your absence leaves me with such fear, So scared in a million ways. You give...