its cold in my bedroom

Its cold here, I cuddle up with a cup of tea and a book of old teachers, long past dead before I could utter a word.  She sleeps at my feet, keeping my legs warm, leaving a fur blanket a top of the duvet cover.  I wear my sweatshirt and pants and wish my cup was still warm.  I wish for many things, some to come, some to dream.  In less than 24 hours I have no more excuses.  The year is gone, I don't remember my goals, my lists, my tears, except two.  The two I shed for a lover.  More than I said I would, but it happened.  I stood in my kitchen and they trickled down, and when I was left without a friend.  People move on, but some remain in the heart.  I think of the quiet pleasant house I used to live in with him.  While I am happy for his move, I remember when he left, packed everything up, and I shed a tear, maybe two or three or four.  At least one for me, at least one for the house.  I know he will soon be two and then three, maybe even four.  It is approaching July faster than I am ready.  July will be warm.

Looking forward to 2011

I have been thinking a lot lately about my creative outlet.  It helps that there are lots of brilliant people around me that have so much talent.  So this morning I decided to embark on a haiku project.  Over the next month my goal is to write a series of Haikus that represent my 2010.  Some will be personal, some international.

Here is a start:

Haikus are for all
embark on a new journey
don't forget to write

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holy crap

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pre writing

starting to write a story

i am a sestina

I slam poetry and wash away whiskey rainstorms.  Riding bikes through
vinicultural avenues.  Puppies hiking in backyard adventures.
Concerts in musical motion.  These are a few of my favorite
things...

I strive for things.  Seeing the lightning in a rainstorm.  Hearing
the thunder from distant avenues.  Meeting a friendly foreign face
while adventuring.  Touch the world as it spins in
motion...

My sickness is caused by hurt emotion.  It is not from a physical
thing. It can not be washed away by rainstorms.  The sickening is from
corporate avenues.  As they plot demise, stop their
adventure...

This is my daydream adventure.  To spin love like a record in motion.
To find that new something.  And let it be the double rainbow during
the rainstorm.  But to take your hand and walk down the ave and
view...

This is my avenue.  It cant always be adventure.  Drive slowly
emotion.  Listen and seek the something.  Dont get down by the rain or
the storm...

Life is the motion, not the rainstorm, walk the avenue, find something
in the adventure

I wish I was fired

I am torn with the possibility of being fired and at first I didn't know what to think, but now as I am counting down the hours to meet my sentence, I wish I was fired.  I don't want to have had my boss fight for my job, I don't want HR to appreciate the little things I have done.  I want them to take the side of justice and fire me, so I can finally move on with my life.  There are times when jobs are just in the way of your economic, physical, mental, social and professional growth.  It wouldn't seem like it was something I should think or feel as it is my financial livelihood, but this job has caused me more mental anguish and I think it is time for me to pass the torch.