Adventures in NaPoWriMo 18/30

So this particular piece is a cleave poem (that's right - i'm messing around with forms). The idea - it's three poems in one: the left column is a poem, the right column is a poem, and then if you read the whole thing left to right like normal, it's another poem. I don't know that this particular cleave poem is any good, but it was....pretty friggin' difficult to put together.

i dreamt of you		last night
under the stars		holding the moon between your fingers
the night a velvet blanket		you said
between the two of us		nothing is impossible
i said		i swear
i wish		i believed you
that we were awake		eyes open
without pretense		hand over heart
i promised		giving in to that illusion
to love you this much		then
in the morning		it was over

Adventures in Resolutions

The New Year is a tricky thing.

I remember growing up believing everything that the ministers would say during our New Year's Eve service - that no matter how difficult the previous year had been, that at midnight on January 1st - every stressor, every flaw, every thing that had been wrong just moments early would somehow make itself right.

I remember making resolutions. This year I will eat healthy. This year I will be more kind. This year I will decide what the best version of myself looks like, and I will do everything in my power to be that person before December 31st rolls around again.

I've had a nearly 0% success rate when it comes to keeping my New Year's Resolutions, with a small margin allotted for those who consider such a stellar record to be in keeping with my resolution several  years back to be more consistent.

This year - no resolutions.
I've already had some pretty amazing days.
I've already made some pretty significant mistakes.
And I'm looking forward to more of the same going forward.
I think it's going to be a pretty great year.

 Peace Be