Coincidences.

so unpoetic.
just raw.
but words i can understand,
unmasked,
not trying to sound smart,
or prove anything,
except that a kind of beautiful honest modesty
does exist.

so thank you.
for that.



I happened to write this just hours before I opened a letter that I had received days earlier and had waited to open. My view on the letter fit almost perfectly with my emotions in this poem, and I thought it a kind coincidence.


Simplicity, I am a fan of, and this seems to though, not make anything more or less dramatic, leave me in a state of calm.


I haven't been posting on this blog of mine at all. I'm not one for being consistent a lot of the time, and this fits with that theme. But while I have not been writing here, I have been keeping a notebook. Not the usual type of diary - day by day - this is my life sort of notebook, but just snippets of fun things, or a few pages of stories I have written. I took the idea from my good friend Bv, and enjoy it quite a lot. Here are a few things that have stumbled their way into the pages of my little book:::





maybe i don't believe in reinvention. or maybe i just don't care enough to spend several hours going there, lugging ass back, (with serious potential for failure), to try. maybe i'm scared.





she spoke with a fluidity which he had seldom heard before. it was as if each word she said came in the exact correct order, and would be a crime to reword. like destroying the library you just spent seven hours alphabetizing.

k-bac, k-bac, k-bac!

"Owl's Aren't Very Seductive, For One Thing."


she always has something mind blowing to say. sometimes i feel like i should have something to add, but, i just carry boxes and stuff. post stickers. play video games. sometimes i break things. but that's not really the sort of thing i want to tell her about. you know. might not exactly knock her socks off.

compound words: dandy-lion, shuttlecock

several errors in judgement,

make it difficult for me to speak to you.

you claim my age and innocence a flaw,

call me naive and immature.

you seemed to think differently,

when you were trying to get in my pants.

asshole.

recycling? compost?

save the earth a whole new way,
be a cannibal!

an obvious upset
his head crashes down
on a desk of cold, dark wood
as unsupportive as the laughter of his peers.

DON'T GIVE UP.

And that was all. Sorry for the overload, and lack of anything actually worth your attention. In addition to those, there are also several lists in my notebook, here is one.

An Ever Expanding List Of Things That Make Me Smile

naked baby photos, romance novels,

poems about wrestling,

tetris, books that are not made into movies, flourless chocolate cake, jibberish,

something out of nothing, dance breaks, ginger beer,

angst,

weight lifter stamps, badass jeans,

lisps,

old people holding hands,

excessive chest hair,

elderly women who don't dye their hair, good endings to good books, things that are so bad they're good, words I cannot spell, helicopters,

roof top gardens, window boxes, home libraries,

first time sharpened pencils, worn pencils, leather book bindings,

the smell of grapefruit, something truly original,

islands, picnics in afternoon sun, dancing in the rain,

canoing in the rain, dinosaurs...