Day 358, warm wax

My heart is
warm wax
melted just enough
to hurt and mold
to new shapes

my heart is
warm wax
melted just enough.

Day 357, the stale taste of history

Today might taste like
Brussels sprouts but they are
Farm fresh and good for me

Revisiting the past is
Like stale potatoe chips
Driven by some urge you
Pull open the crinkly foil
Hear its rustle and
Get your hopes up

They lack crunch
That's the past, stale, unfresh
Nothing new.

Day 356, laugh louder

Laugh louder
When it hurts
Laugh often
It really works
A time release capsule
Of sweet medicine
The healing touch of mirth.

Day whatever... That's not what I ordered!

I sat to dine
In Fate's cafe
And ordered Sun baked
Days with a side of bliss
The waitress smiled
And returned with a plate
Of Contentment marinated
in Salty tears
All I could think to say
Was, "I did not order this!"

So I stumbled out
Appalled at a place
That would serve me second best
Never realizing that without
Knowing the flavor of salty tears
I could never taste the bliss.

Day 354, utterly

Utterly
As in not a
Little bit
Not so much a lot
But thoroughly
And utterly
Exhausted.

Day 353, summer ends

Summer, you afford me time
Unstructured. I love that but you
Breathe down my neck, your hot
Breath makes me sweat. You are incessant
Like a Greek grandmother.
Your comforting and suffocating

Autumn on the other hand
Is like a beloved house guest.
Shes gentle, gradual
Refreshing. Her husky voice
Is soft like leaves falling
She is kind, merciful
And only leaves when the cold
Wet winter becomes too much for her

I turned down the bed
I set out flowers, I've got all of autumns
Favorite foods bought

Summer I'm not rushing you
I'm just ready to miss you.

Day 352, some, not all

Some times
Some way
Some how
Some day
Some say
Some do
All don't
Do you?