In My Drawer (Day 8)

You hold the memories that I want to keep, I trust you to keep them dear. Once in a while, I take a peek, Please show me what you see so clear. My son's season ending football game, Where he made that game ending block. The middle school concert, the kindergarten ballet, The time my daughter learned … Continue reading In My Drawer (Day 8)

My Grams – Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe (Day 6)

She would wake up each morning before the sun, to make breakfast every single day. The house would stay clean, and laundry done, she'd never have it any other way. Her husband had passed back in '78, and she never married again. She remained content alone in her house, and forever faithful to him. Her … Continue reading My Grams – Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe (Day 6)

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

It may be cliché, but this is one of my favorite poems. I remember studying it in high school, and truly grasping the feelings that Dylan Thomas was expressing. Especially "rage against the dying of the light." Good  stuff. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 Do not go … Continue reading Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Outside Looking In (Day 5) – Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

The weight of the world falls heavy on you, you keep bending until you break. I watch as they dispense the cure in your hands, and hope this time it will take. Instead this chemical, in all its pure form, crushes your very soul. You become changed, and slightly more deranged, and someone I don't … Continue reading Outside Looking In (Day 5) – Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

Trust Acrostic (Day 3)

Growing up I believed, in trusting everyone I'd meet. Usually that really didn't work out for me. Liars would lie, leave me high and dry, Lost once again, I just cried. I learned not everybody can be trusted. Believing in honest people left me busted. Learning to trust and perceive, learning who to believe, Exactly … Continue reading Trust Acrostic (Day 3)