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Monday, February 1, 2016

november's poems.


day one

exhaustion is not
the word
tired doesn't describe
this feeling

not wanting to go
back to sleep
but not fully
awake either

daylight savings
messes with
my body

I sigh

day three

two leaves appear
as leaches on the
fast pace road
far from the water
dying from the lack
of blood in their
system leaping like
worms in the wind
helplessly stranded
from the tree
they once hung from


day four

sunshine escapes
with the puffy clouds
disappearing behind
the falling rain

droplets fall
onto my car
wind blows the leaves
I just photographed
into the crisp air
getting lost in
the ever changing
seasons in this world

day seven

stupid people think
they have it all

I wonder what goes
through their brains
what they speak
is not sane

there's a difference
between taking a joke
and being petty


day ten

stars glisten in the
night sky lighting
the sleeping earth

blinded by the overpowering
light of the sun
breeze blows by

pushing leaves with
my tires as the
wind guides my way


day eleven

once again
the transition
is near
saying goodbye
to the magic
of autumn
to unfortunately
welcome the
presence of
cold winter

day seventeen

streets turn to glass
mirroring the world above

headlights turn to christmas lights
red and green bulbs all around

snow gently falls to the ground
silencing the moments of now

day twenty-one

golden sky outlined
by dark trees
with it's little leaves

night is not dark
dim light by falling
snowflakes that will
be gone by
day's begin

day twenty-two

we all have meaning
to at least one
person in life

sometimes that's all
we need to know
to get through
the day

day twenty-six

scars never leave
only fade into
your skin
becoming a
permanent
part of your
body
a reminder of
the moment
that left a mark

day twenty-eight

white snow floats
through the cold
morning air

autumn is whisked away
by snow's sudden arrival

everything that once was
is now something else

snow is not horrible
but I prefer autumn's leaves

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