Day 114-Before The Start

It is a fear
To dissapoint others
I've made up my mind
But to break the news
Is taking more time
Than it should
I don't want anger
Nor do I accept vengence
But sometimes it is just
Really hard
To say these things
That need to be said
Sooner
Or
Later

Day 113-Cookies Anyone

A life long
Told me
Do what you must
To just be happy
A simple mix
Of need
Of want
Of content
Of acceptance
Of warmth
In the heart
From the mind
Sometimes it is
It always is
Okay
To just do
What you feel
Is fine

Day 111-Just Standing Here

We stand before the ritual taking
It believes it has the rights
To our souls

We stand before the past
Present
As they nearly force us
To relive them through

We stand before the eyes
While each pair
Sits and waits
And sits and stares
And sits and judges

We stand before the future
Unknowing and innocent
Not much caring about the time
That was spent
Leaves one thinking a lot less

About

Where we stand today

Day 110-Just For Today

The sun shine
Through the panes
Windows glittering
With the promise
For today
I didn't win the lottery
But you saw no dissapoinment
In my blue eyes
I was just ready
For today
I can by another
Cart of groceries
More than anyone "needs"
Certainly more for
Just you and me
For today
The moon
Glitters on the lake
Not much at stake
But my heart
Waiting for the take
For today
This is the first day
Of my life

Day 109-Vloggitys

Sitting in front of the camera
Or bringing it with
Typically not sponsered
By your big time network
Showings are not scheduled
Dialouge is not scripted
Although there may be just
A few notes involved
Some fall a bit short
Then the next day
Run seemingly long
Guess the unpredictable subject
By the heading right above
Only kind of sums up
The video blog
Rolled up in to one term
Vlog

Day 108-I've Grown Attached To My Second Set Of Feet

Dingy laces
Faded canvas
Comes with every rare wash
And every adventure grand
That small hole in the side
Could possibly let in sand
Soles barely grip
A little water
Could mean a tiny slip
Soaks up rain from the bottom
Up in to my socks
Well worn shoes
Aged with frequent wear
Trade them in for a new pair
I almost would not dare

Day 107-If I Randomly Die,I Hope I Die Here

The aroma of coffee
It drifts through the air
Inviting me in
The door is painted a dark green
The kind that is chipped from age
As well as for charm and effect
People inside sit by the windows
Reading their books,papers
Some write
Other just watch the passers by
The menus are handwritten
On real chalkboard choices await
Just above the counter where the register lay
It may be late at night
Slash
Early in the morn
But with company such as this
You can't help but feel warm
In this little coffee shop
I oh so adore