No, You're not, but you probably should be based on my poor writing.

Tomorrow, we say, all will be better,
Yet our eyes set on the lowering sun.
A secret hope that it doesn’t return,
Hiding our fears as we would a broken feather.

Who knows, we ask, what tomorrow will bring,
The moonlight shines off of our weathered skin.
We proclaim that we’re ready to begin,
But our heart shivers, beating with the stars that sing.

am i the only one writing here?

the raising of hands
the freedom of it
the spontaneity of it

the folding of arms
the instinct of it
the comfort of it

the closing of eyes
the desire of it
the necessity of it

the kneeling of knees
the humility of it
the pause of it

the failing of body
the time of it
the end of it

not laughing

Do you ever imagine future situations where you know you'll be laughing?
But then those moments never come.
You felt so sure they would.
You saw yourself seated at a table with several people.
You finished telling the tale--the damp yellow light showing the suspense on the faces of those sitting in the chairs drawn to the table.
You saw yourself howling with laughter as the others rocked in their chairs. One friend falls off and the shrieking heightens.
But as you're seeing this, in the present before the future, it's just you.
Alone.
Underneath the pale light
And you're not laughing.

Loss

"Have some pork and beans."

"Neh," I shake my head.

"They're yummy!" You begin to dish.

I clutch my plate, "Not really. I just don't like them much."

"Fine, your loss."

It's always my loss. Lost tooth. Lost friend. Lost sock. Lost glove. Lost love. One day it'll be lost life. One day. Can it not be my gain? I won't have a sick stomach. I'll be able to run comfortably. There will be room for dessert. It's my gain. In your eyes--my loss.

I don't fork up your recipe. Your loss.

"Have some loss yourself."

This is a little game I like to play in which all my sentences have to be 6 words or less. Let's see what And and Guya have. This one I did off the top of my head whilst listening to the Weezer "Pork and Beans" song (two times).

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Random poem I wrote a couple years ago.

Touch the stars
Let the wind follow you
Rush up, reach high
You’re gone

Touch the air
Let it sink into you
Breathe in, breathe out
Invisible

Touch the ground
Let it hold you
Dig in, grasp hard
Disintegrate

Touch His scars
Let your tears fall
Look up, look here
You’re released

So in this effort to tap my inner muse, I've come to some realizations. The only thing worse than reading bad poetry, is writing it, and then reading it. So the greatest of apologies.

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Hoping for your song
To float from my lips,
But it stops.

Hoping for my smile
To find you somehow,
But it stops.

Hoping to smell
The hope that you bring,
But it stops.

Hoping for eyes,
To tell you my prayer,
But it stops.

Hoping my hope,
Will find you somewhere,
and it

We Started

So, Analyn, Natalya, and I were thinking we would put a joint project up. I am really wary of this, putting my trash among their lilies, but hopefully it will be rewarding and enriching.
Andrew