Poem?

The pit of my stomach churns.
Hold me, hold me, hold me.

It's a pity to be alone
on pretty nights.

Lions and Tigers and Bears

Taken for the tin man,
Cold.
Loveless.
Heartless.
Corners of the lips
too often curled down.

Taken for the straw man,
Fool.
Forgetful.
Chaotic.
Optimism in the face of hopelessness,
friend to all foes.

The lion lacks courage, not hope.
Lions.
Tigers.
Bears.
Sometimes it hurts to have a heart
when you're afraid to use it,
but you haven't forgotten how.

Lie Through Your Teeth,

You put so much bearing on morality
Yet you are easily bullied to speak lies
Then, it's not the first time,
a breach of trust, respect to rust and ruin.

So many white lies you've become colorblind.
It's not about honor or reputation anymore,
You've no more dignity than a dog,
Teeth gnashing as you cower in the corner.

Another fatality of circumstance.

Dear Monday,

I know we haven't gotten along very well in the past. You are really just a day that should be devoted to sleep and reading. But no, you drag on, in the most chaotic fashion imaginable. You have a power over me that I cannot describe. When you are here, I cannot think, I forget everything. I'm a mess. We have to admit that we are just not good for eachother. No matter how much coffee I drink, I am still utterly lost. I forget everything, and possibly lose things, I'm not sure yet, we will see on that one.

Why are you like this Monday? Couldn't you be more like Friday? We get into these arguments Monday, about time management and my mental state. It's you, not me. I know, that might hurt, but you really are an awful day of the week. I spend all of you just running around trying to survive. It's like the zombie apocalypse, in the sense that everyone is tired, there is not enough coffee in the world to make them alright, and we all might eat eachother if properly provoked. No, I am not condoning cannibalism. It's just you have this effect on people, Monday. You should definitely seek help. It's over.

Love,
Chloe

Acapella

Summer sailing and smiles
Caused the development:
a strange love of acapella songs.

They remind me of that day
laying in the sun, in the grass
fingers intertwined.
Forgetting everything
that didn't matter.

Now I lay here alone,
seed packets paperclipped
on a string across the room
and I smile.

I am glad you are smiling again,
those dimples have been
too long on hiatus.

We don't need instruments.
Not anymore.

Motto

Is it so wrong that I cling to the happy remnants of a love lost?
Live in a world of my own imagination?
Acknowledge the possibilities of new sparks, but do not fuel them?
It's not apathy, it's just survival.
I'm happier a square peg. I enjoy free flight.

I love to ride my bike into the rushing wind.
Pedal as fast as I can until the muscles of my legs burn,
and then just fly.

I love to feel the sun on my face.
Freckles forming, damage done, but not without reward.

I love to put a smile on a face.
Give a compliment, crack a joke, lend a hand.
Be a friend.

But my heart is mine now,
and it is blanketed by my imagination.
My love is distributed in innumerable directions,
so that it remains unbiased.

Gemini

The Stranger, Free Will Astrology for the week of February 4: "'One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time," wrote French author Andre Gide. I'm guessing that 2009 was a time when you embarked on such a search, Gemini- a half-blind, groping exploration that asked you to leave the past behind without knowing where the future lay. By now, though, I suspect you have sighted your new frontier. If you haven't yet, it'll happen soon."

That's creepy Rob Brezsny, creepily accurate. Thanks, and I sure as hell hope so.