Teach me how to be hard
Teach me how to be good at single
Teach me how to be lonely and accept it
Teach me how to go on without giving up or giving in
Teach me how to be okay with me
Teach me how to accept being nothing new
Teach me how to be an echo
Teach me how to stop checking my phone
Teach me how to separate myself
Teach me how to be ICEMAN
Monday, November 15, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Children
They're giving me ulcers & graying my hair
with the glazed-over eyes and "I don't know" stares,
Sometimes I feel that they don't even care,
those children!
Their monkey antics make me grumble and puff,
So whiny, and always forgetting their stuff,
Some days I feel that I've had enough
of those children!
They go instantly crazy in a hallway crowd,
They'll earn a detention and act so proud,
Oh mercy, why are they being so loud?
Those children!
"Are you kidding?" "Didn't I just explain?"
"It's not too hard if you use your brain!"
Oh where did they learn to be such a pain?
Those children!
But
I can always count on a genuine smile,
a high five, or a hug, complements on my style,
and I miss them if I don't see them for a while,
my children.
Their minds are so young, their faces so sweet;
some of them sloppy, some of them neat,
And I'm grateful I was given the chance to meet
my children!
Sometimes they're my angels, sometimes their a clown,
Sometimes I could ship them right out of town!
But you'd better believe I'd take anyone down
who tried to harm my children.
They come to me wide-eyed, how quickly they part;
They're teenage adventures just beginning to start,
And each an every one holds a place in my heart,
my children!
with the glazed-over eyes and "I don't know" stares,
Sometimes I feel that they don't even care,
those children!
Their monkey antics make me grumble and puff,
So whiny, and always forgetting their stuff,
Some days I feel that I've had enough
of those children!
They go instantly crazy in a hallway crowd,
They'll earn a detention and act so proud,
Oh mercy, why are they being so loud?
Those children!
"Are you kidding?" "Didn't I just explain?"
"It's not too hard if you use your brain!"
Oh where did they learn to be such a pain?
Those children!
But
I can always count on a genuine smile,
a high five, or a hug, complements on my style,
and I miss them if I don't see them for a while,
my children.
Their minds are so young, their faces so sweet;
some of them sloppy, some of them neat,
And I'm grateful I was given the chance to meet
my children!
Sometimes they're my angels, sometimes their a clown,
Sometimes I could ship them right out of town!
But you'd better believe I'd take anyone down
who tried to harm my children.
They come to me wide-eyed, how quickly they part;
They're teenage adventures just beginning to start,
And each an every one holds a place in my heart,
my children!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
I still remember....
Empty canvases stacked against the wall
lay hidden away in my art closet
like prisoners
begging me to put them to their intended used
every time I open the door.
Bits of unfinished,
in-progress,
or to do projects
litter the floor,
shelves,
corners,
put away for a day
when I have time,
or inspiration,
or energy.
I feel like a part of me lives in that closet-
the creator, the Artist-
waiting for a turn to occupy myself
again.
But the day-to-day Keeper of the Household
is hogging the space.
Your time will come;
I still remember you!
lay hidden away in my art closet
like prisoners
begging me to put them to their intended used
every time I open the door.
Bits of unfinished,
in-progress,
or to do projects
litter the floor,
shelves,
corners,
put away for a day
when I have time,
or inspiration,
or energy.
I feel like a part of me lives in that closet-
the creator, the Artist-
waiting for a turn to occupy myself
again.
But the day-to-day Keeper of the Household
is hogging the space.
Your time will come;
I still remember you!
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