Spleen dean

A boy... A long time ago... Made me stars... Danced me through them... Ate Cpt'n Crunch... At the diner... Blue eyes... Orange hair... To young... Old soul... The only one... I ever think of.... And truly miss... Friends say... He was why... I went crazy... No... I was already... Sliding down... A horrible slope... Of pain and despair... He tried to... Hold on to me... Not make it better... Just make it ok... Some love... We never get back... Some love... Never dies... His smile... His eyes... His laugh... His sigh.... His stars... He made for me... Will remain... In my mind's eye... When I close my sight... In the shower...

I am... Punk Rock...

Modern hippie girl...
working in the pizza joint...
working at the grocery...
being educated... more educated...
a mother of crazy, smart, beautiful girls...
just like me... :)
in balance with something others don't see...
i am a poet... still...
an artist striving to become scientist...
independent and strong...
in love with a gentleman... who is blunt...
He is not cruel at all... understanding....
hard and true... I need dinner with him...
I am hungry for honesty...
I am thirsty for logic...
I am growing up and taking over...
I am not as reluctant as I once was...
I love my kids... all...
I live for the experience and practice....
May need better conditioning....
Maybe I need more meditation...

And here I am on my way to where nobody can know until it all comes down and I become exactly who I have always been and do exactly what I was always planning to do... Welcome, my loves...

february now

so i wonder if the sidewalks by the old peoples' apartments are not shoveled so that they may not get out and about this fine february day...