Work

There we go; that's it

Just bend a little bit more

Fingers brush my toes

*

Long, powerful strides,

Pounding the pavement. Thump, thump.

Don't break a leg, kid.

*

Back to grass and dirt

Chest heaving skyward and down

That was good work today

Moon

Between Earth and Moon,

B'sides thousands of satellites,

Only open space

Gustas

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A mi me gustas

Is that "like" or, like, "like-like"?

¿No estoy claro?

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Freedom

~~~

Open cavity

A solemn organ's cage once

Now liberated

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Inspiration's weird

How one sits down

Keyboard at hand

To write some love poetry

For February

Only, nothing comes

But a blank page

A blinking cursor

And several long minutes' frustration

Until something else comes

So, instead of love poetry

About aching hearts and

Sighs, beauty, and the like

I wrote one weird little haiku-thing

Only the one little haiku-thing

And whatever this is.

<3

Temptations

Mouth full of sandwich

"Eat fresh, eat healthy," they say

Daydreaming of fries 

Finals Week

Writing a haiku

It's cold and finals are due

Procrastination

Meatball Sub

Oh, my meatball sub

My dearest friend, meatball sub

Must you burn my mouth?

Coffee Time

Heads droop sleepily

Veins pure of sweet stimulus

Not enough coffee

~~~

Machine's bitter brew

Whirring and purring away

Grants my cup of Joe

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Cold bones rise slowly

Achingly heed their habit

Down a warmth potion

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(LOL, I did this in MS Paint)

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It Wasn't Then, Was It?

It wasn't then, was it?

That he knew. It was always

That he had loved her.

~~~

It wasn't then, was it?

That he surrendered himself.

He was always hers.

~~~

It wasn't then, was it?

Sitting there, at her bedside,

In the hospital,

When the tears watered his cheeks,

That he would give up on her.

~~~

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