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in a way

every time i find someone to admire
i feel smaller
it's a wonderful feeling
in a way.

it's a wonderful smallness
inconsequence
that makes you work harder
in a way.

it's a
i could do better
i could be more
i could write more masterfully
in a way.

and then you get distracted.
and all of the sudden you're
big enough
again.

this background seems pinker every time i log on.

mr pancakes (i.e. my attempt at "lighthearted"

once there was a cat named mr. pancakes
who live on cherry lane,
with some people named john and sue,
and charlie, a great dane

charlie would chase the cat around,
every day at noon.
then they'd lay down and take a nap,
until they spied the moon.

when the moon was shining bright,
it was time to play.
for when the moon was in the sky,
the people couldn't say nay.

#7 (web)

time just adds
extra complications.
hidden in unsaid words
and bitten lips.
knowing and waiting.
and watching the unaware.
time just weaves
it's web tighter and tighter
around you,
making it harder,
refusing to let you leave.
tying you down.
time just wastes
love and possibilities.
what could be is set off
postponed, and deferred
and you waste away
waiting for the inevitable.
time just leaves
its mark on everything you do
on everything and you.
days pass and you lose yourself
feel yourself slipping away
losing grip and all your best intentions
just time

#6 (i wonder)

i wonder if everybody
around the world
at some point in their lives
says

i can't just be mediocre.

something has got to be special.
certainly i know someone.
or maybe i will someday.
someone special. someone important.
or maybe i'll be someone.
someone special. someone important.
maybe i'll do something.
something special. something important.
maybe i'll see something.
something special. something important.

and if everyone says that
they just can't be mediocre.
i wonder if everybody
realizes that they're wrong.
and they are absolutely mediocre.

i wonder if it hurts.

#5 (soccer season)

this is soccer season.
i am held together with athletic tape.
kept painless with ibuprofen.
kept moving with diet coke.
kept breathing with massive amounts of albuterol.
and kept bending with ice and heating pads.
this is soccer season.