some spoken words

It’s just one of those things where the more you know makes it worse when you thought it would be better. I’m realizing that it is better to know less.

Nights like this. Music. Beer. Sitting on a rooftop drinking and watching lightning over the Chicago skyline.

I need this every night.

I work at a daycare, with toddlers. Today, I was talking to one of the not-even-two-year-olds and asked him what song I should sing.

“vampire weekend?”

He knows Vampire Weekend. I asked him what song.

“cousins?”

He knows that song. So, I ask him what else I should sing.

“Muse?”

He knows Muse.

favorite moment in my life, ever.

the one time i need skype the mosst..

writeapoemaday:

forget all the
moments I
watched you
walk around

me
& hope
I can
too.

occasionally, i write poems.

sharingpoetry:

         I am not I.
                    I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
the one who remains silent while I talk,
the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
the one who will remain standing when I die.

Translated from the Spanish by Robert Bly

(source; submitted by billyjane)