I stood in the rain tonight...

let the large, cold drops pour over me. Turned my head to the sky and let the water smear my make-up. My feet and shoes soaked from puddles.

It was incredibly perfect.

Happiness is...

taking a sick day, just to sleep in.

finishing chores on time.

watching ridiculous television with your ridiculous roommate.

being able to laugh when you immediately spill on your fresh, clean sheets.

seeing an old friend and being able to countdown until the next time (6 months!).

deciding you're good at your job, even if you don't enjoy doing it.

getting music from a friend and finding out it's awesome.

board game night with friends!

reading a really, really good book.

holding a sleeping baby to your chest and feeling her breathe.

Sometimes I wish I had a sister.

I haven't done one of these in far too long...

Happiness Is...

seeing a baby sit herself up for the first time.

having a slumber party with your best friend for the first time in years.

clean flannel sheets.

new music.

recognizing your strengths in the middle of your weaknesses.

finishing the first draft of your graduate school personal statements.

Thanksgiving dinner with your family of choice.

being appreciated at work.

Christmas lights.

learning to love your family for who they are, and who they aren't.

I still have important thoughts.

I do.

Just sometimes, they don't seem worthy enough of a post.

Sometimes poetry is the only thing that can make me full.






she showed me that.

Sometimes you just have to write bad poetry

She said one day all we'd have left is a trailer, and a dog, and a sestina.


but who thought i'd be there at 24,
and it's an apartment in the city,
and a cat, not a dog,
and free-verse, not a sestina,
but you get me.

and she said we'd have paper and pen
and i'm writing on my computer,
because this is now, and i'm me,
not one to write my poetry
on paper, but still.

she was right. i'd write.

though i never thought
i'd write about not writing,
then again,
i never thought i'd be 24
and lacking a good line
or a perfectly placed rhyme.

or be as corny as this,
(well those last two lines, with the rhyme)
but here i am.

i've got nothing.
i've lost passion to predictability,
creativity to caution,
motivation to money.

i've lost me to you,
but that's a lie.
there's no you,
just a me, wishing there was a you.

but that's a lie again.
sometimes, i just get lonely,
and think a you, would make me,
less so. you know?

but anyway,
i'm here, in this now,
without a trailer, or a dog,
or a damn sestina,
so she was wrong,


but still right.