The Internet is like Outer Space in Inner Earth

Words are like war.
They give life, cleanse, and kill.
Letters are the warriors of the front line.
Whose ammo stains unquestionably from orders of the pen.

Words are like art.
They give life, cleanse, and kill.
The pages are the canvas,
unintentionally altered for other purposes.

Words are like water.
They give life, cleanse, and kill.
The binding is the rain clouds,
who have never met non-judgement.

Saturday Morning

He stood there in a dazed stupor.  Wearing his Plush robe black as his last sip of coffee.  Covered in lint from laying in bed with his robe on again; he had told himself he was going to stop doing that.  Robes are like permanently attached giant blankets, though, as if one were already curled up in the large covers of a cozy bed.  Sometimes he just liked to make that transition seamless, jumping right under the covers still robed.  He regretted it every time, though.  It is quite difficult to roll over in bed when your lying on something loosely wrapped around your entire body; not to mention you'll be sweating uncomfortably in no time.  So inevitably, every time, the robe would be awkwardly wiggled out of from under the covers, like a magician escaping from a straight jacket.

It was Saturday.  The day with no expectations for work, but every expectation for himself.  If you're going to develop yourself, explore the world, become an astronaut, or do anything fancy in your free time, Saturday is the day to do it.  What pressure.

A Dream Renewed

They told him it was good to have dreams, like Martin Luther King.  He believed them, and he was chosen in front of the whole school to read his speech.  He felt really special, and saw something great, he was never the same after the 2nd grade.

First it was the toys he played with, then a sports star, no matter what his dream was, he always believed it with all his heart.  So it's no surprise by the time he was a teen, he had the rest of his life figured out, he found his ultimate dream.  For years he worked, he worked real hard, before he knew it, he'd grown into a young man living for the same charge.

Lost at the Y

It was crazy how crazy I felt.
Winding my prayers with the dark street, hoping it would connect.
It was already 7:02, I was mad at myself I didn't leave earlier.
You should always leave earlier when your going somewhere you've never gone before.
I didn't realize the oven was going to take so long to pre-heat my dinner.
"and I thought frozen pizza was supposed to be easy to cook",
I groaned, as I gave my fist a shook.

I felt so rushed I had missed the turn.
So now I'm hoping this back road, dark with anxiety will circle me in.
It was my first time going to this group; or to anything like this.