So today I was surfing tags on wordpress, (you can find things that people blogged about that you have also blogged about), and while I was trying to find something worth reading I came across a simple haiku that read-

“My grandma is dead

I really miss her a lot

See you in heaven”

Intrigued by this poem I traveled to a blog that held one of the better poems I have ever read.  I liked it so much I commented- then the poet wrote me back himself, thanking me for my comment.  I was touched and felt a remarkable connection to the wordpress community.  He asked me to tell my friends about his work and so I am sharing my favorite poem with you but I would not dare take it out of context to please please PLEASE, look over his poem-

SONNETERATION by Jonathonxopher

A beautiful blend of assonance and alliteration meets sonnet genius.  I love it and am dumbfounded as to why someone has not thought of it before.

First, it is always good to be 100 dollars richer than you were at 4 am.  Now that I am back on the bus and riding home after five rounds of Varsity and Novice LD, I am looking forward to petting my dog and the potential of brushing my teeth.  Through the dark we ride, I’m not sure how I got there, or how we are getting home, something that could categorize how I feel about my life right now, but I know I’ll get there.  Interesting that we are sliding past West Point for the second time, dim lights pointing it out from the darkness, but helping me see that I would not want to stop there tonight, or tomorrow, or anytime in the foreseeable future. 

West Point, I hadn’t thought about him in a while, then three days ago I wondered if I was getting sentimental feelings for a relationship that exists better in memory than it ever did in life.  You see, I immortalized him and his actions in my mind, made him a Hercules then, and still had in some regards now.  Even if we both completely changed- could it work?  Idle thoughts as I drive past the coffee shop I meant to stop at.

I hear a lot about team history and what comprised it before I joined it.  Veterans encourage new individuals to be like the team was several years ago, but the leaders are graduated and the ones that remember do not teach.  Despite this pressure to belong to the team I never knew, and despite my willingness to align myself with beliefs I never even knew, I fear I will never truly understand.  Additionally, and by saying this I may as well hang a sign around my neck that reads, “yes, I am a tool!” but I cannot be part of that team.  I am part of the new team, for better or worse, that urbandictionary.com’s it at Longview in between rounds of changing someone’s Facebook profile.

On this bus-ride I should be thinking about someone or something, a pilgrimage in which I have learned it all, and learned it all too late.  It is the recipe to an incredible soup that I lost moments after garnered.

 ”Just Some Emotional Things”

:sigh:

Deep inhale and exhale,

call your father on the phone. 

Tell him your problems cry out your soul, he’ll help you realize, you’re not yet too old.

Breath in deep those salty tear filled sobs

Drink in your sadness

Get your thirst filled by a homemade red sea

Look to your friends and realize sometimes you have to say it all

Before you can say nothing

Dream of me while you sleep

Pray I’ll be there still

Check my empty room

Run to the street

Wonder if I’ll come home

If that’ll be the promise I keep

For just like that whily old Nanny McPhee

For as long as you need me, there I’ll be

But as soon as you want me, I must leave.