Day 9:

Burrowed gently in large black leather recliner, stretch my wings
rest my bent neck against the kinks in the cushions.
The old fireplace keeps me warm.
Winter awaits outside.
Birds have fled the scene,
ice curls over rain gutters
roof tops, burrows inside wheel wells
of cars stuck against slippery curbs.
Trees hybernate, die temporarly.
Silence reigns over us.
I shall stay
in
this
cave.

Day 8: back on track

We are back in track.
This is todays entry.
Thanksgiving approaches.
Family foot steps will
fill this house.
new bright life.
My territory will be invaded.
forced to sleep on the couch.
sneak in for my underwear and a shower.
maybe I'll skip the underwear this week.
It's the holidays and all,
why the hell not?
Holidays, excuses for over eating
over drinking,
over hugging.
seriously, how many hugs are shared
during the holidays?
more than shared the rest of the year combined.
Guaran-fucking-teed.
Put your bright armor on
here come the troops.

where is my bottle??

Day 7:

I work, sleep, eat
drink, smoke.
I cry, shit, puke
blow my nose.
I dream, snore, think.
pop zits.
Relievers.
all of these activities
relieves pain
tension, sorrow,
struggles to forgive.
Take all these
natural, bodily
injections and functions
as good things today..
I shit this morning,
blew my nose
drank coffee,
screamed in the mirror,
cried.
Relieved.

Day 6: late registration

fine, I couldn't even make it a week.
Day 6, skipped.
What the fuck? 
all is not lost though.
after all, this is my blog, my rules.
I do what I want!
ironically enough,I'm listening to Kanye West's
"Late Registration" 
perfect for a late entry.
all this is,
is a late registration.


the shivering clouds 
erupted yesterday.
snow tore through
salt lake valley
with rage.
Salt Lake Valleys air 
clears.
white gun powder evaporates.
satisfying blue skies 
settle, warming our insecurities. 
Snow rest with ease and grace.
crisp, beautiful, captivating.
Saint Nick on his way.
Nothing like the purity holidays bring. 
the earths ultimate cure. 
black days forgotten,
if only for a moment...
those awful, dark days escape beneath
the surface
where they belong.
I can't wait.
Late Registration.

Day 5: Nyquil

This won't be long,
I can barely see
eyes are so heavy.
fingers fat too.
My mind drags on to dreamland
delirious state of mind.
haze
I'm in a daze
throw me through a tunnel
of walls.
ball of cheese at the end.
ready for the struggle.
make me healthy again.
make me sleep.

Day 4: late night confessions

still day 4
no matter
if
its past midnight
still day 4.
my heart bleeds for you
my arms are shallow right now
I am weak.
I need you here to fulfill
my desires
pleasures.
I confide in
you.
fuck,
this life can't be as
hard
as I
make it
to be.
I love you.
I hardly convince
myself
of
reality.
all of this feels like a dream.
I hate being away from you.
when I am with you,
life,
myself,
you,
love,
everything...
feels so real.
so, right.
perfect.
I love every
fucking moment of it
ALL.
I miss you

Day 3: Infection

I'm suddenly infected...
hours earlier,
there I was.
Sitting, happily
smelling the roses,
enjoying
whiskey&wine.

Here I lay miserably,
hood over my dark eyes
impaling my
ghostly skin.

My nose is jammed.
I am lost here in my bed
snot clogging everything.

The only remedy is,
You.

Day 2: TOMS

I write this
standing 
in my TOMS.
Trend had no reasoning
in purchasing
my TOMS.
Buy a pair of TOMS
give a pair of TOMS.
right now,
I'm stirring in joy
TOMS are comfortable.
I'm standing while
I write
Glad 
I have 
my TOMS.
Glad 
someone else
is stirring in joy
as
they stand 
and write
in their TOMS.

Change of plan, 365 project.

Day 1:

I'm starting it today, right now, in this moment... My 365 writing project.

I've seen other 365 projects, such as photography.

A 365 project is where you publish your art daily for a consecutive year. For photos, a different portrait each day.

For my writing project: A poem, short story, quote, haiku, etc... posted daily right here, on this blog.
I need something to help entertain me this winter, hopefully this will do the trick.

We'll see if I can make it to day two.

I feel my youth

again

the revolt brewing inside

my muscles pinch

against

static of anxiety

electricity pounces through

my skin.

Matt&KIM

sing to

falling leaves

tearing from dead trees

branches hold with no hope

winter

reigns for now.

my youth is back again

I feel it

bold 
red

unbreakable.

diet of my heart, you.

lost without you,
naive to the world of lust
love kills me.
love reveals satisfaction.
my pores seep of red goo,
little cartoon hearts pumping pumping out of my skin,
like bubbles from
a toy pipe.
weaving through streets of Portland
hand locked
lip locked
with you.
I would die
today
if that's what it took
to
do it all over again
tomorrow.
you are my satisfaction
2000 miles kills me
you are my love
you are my best friend.
I'm drinking the rest of the
bottle of wine you bought me
so I can sleep tonight
I can't sleep
unless you are sleeping
next to me.