366 Poems: December 25th, 2016

Cutting it Close

The clock will chime

as midnight hits.

We’re losing time…

is this worth it?


365 Poems: November 19th, 2014

A Grave Subject

Who. Is. Death?

Is he a man with a cloak and a scythe

or a whisper dancing on your breath?

Is he always so close?

Does he seem far away?

Does he chase you around?

Do you go? Do you stay?

Maybe he’s always been there–

standing in the corner, waving hello

holding your hand as the days start to go.

And if he was,

would you know?

Or would you put it off

as a chill in the air?

Do you think that he’s lonely?

Do you think that he’s scared?

Who is Death?

Well, I’ll say that we really don’t know.

All we know is just how far some people will go.

365 Poems: August 28th, 2014

This Unhappy World

We spend so much of our lives complaining

and preying on the pity of others.

When there’s a test next period,

there is no, “I’m going to do well.”

There is just, “I’m going to fail this.”

“It’s too cold in here.”

“Last night was terrible.”

“I wish I could draw.”

“I look horrible this morning.”

“You’re so much better than me.”

“I can’t play.”

“I’m not good enough.”


Why do we do this?

Why is it bad to be good?

Is our world too cynical for simple happiness?

Or is it that confidence

and smiles are running short,

and we don’t want to be the one who stands out?