a poet's journal

july tenth

wake wake wake
up yet again.

stretch stretch stretch
searching for motivation
to get up out of bed.
mixed matched candies
just like the day before,
nothing new to be
in store.

step step step
outside.
getting real fresh air
this time.

lift lift lift
in the garage.
chalky white dust
covering torso,
some even sneaking
its way up my nostrils.

a - a - achoo

five o'clock at the hour.
still nothing new
to drag after.
chatting with my
other half,
oh how he
makes me laugh.

dimple dimple dimple
such a small feature
as my love continues
to grow deeper.
cheesy smile
on his face,
oh how i miss
his hands around
my waist.

hands hands hands
gentle on waist.
soft caressing face.
the light twitch
as he sleeps peacefully.
soft whispers
in my ear,
the amount of love
and what's in store
for us over the
next few years.

lips lips li-
he's been on
my mind
a lot
this time.

-11:07 p.m.-
not much else
to record.
other than the
lack of inspiration
for a good metaphor.

metaphor metaphor meta-
a connection to
worth with.
something to paint
my heart on
the page,
revealing what i
really want to
say.

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let's pretend the first entry didn't say june hhh