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It’s been 11 years since that day.
And I still find it hard thinking of words to say.
It’s something that doesn’t exactly vacate the mind.
The vision of mountains of smoke extending to the sky.
Watching from my rooftop as the radio tries to make sense.
All I could do was stay in silence and grow tense.
Out of all involved I didn’t know a one soul that was taken away.
But it doesn’t stop me from thinking of them for the past 11 years, today.

Road Trip Inspired Poetry

Spending 8 hours riding shotgun in a road trip from Florida to North Carolina sucks. Especially when you’re sharing a car with a screaming 2 year old and a dog that doesn’t listen. But thanks to @stripmahjong, a friend of mine on twitter, I was given the idea of passing up the time by concocting these little treasures. Hope you like.

Which is your favorite? 

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The open road calls to me.
Beckoning to speed, nonstop.
I’m like a jet, so happy.
Smile on my… Oh crap, a cop!

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Pay for XM Radio every month.
And nothing is ever on.
Oh wait! I found something!
Oh. Wait.. It’s the end of the song.

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Nice car with tinted glass:
Down, are your windows.
You’d think you’d have them up.
Since you’re picking your nose.

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I’M PISSED OFF!
TIRED AS HELL AND DON’T CARE!
I’LL SIT AND CRY IN THIS CAR SEAT,
AND WON’T SLEEP TILL WE’RE ALMOST THERE!

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Weigh Station, oh Weigh Station.
Why were you built?
Look so sad, always closed.
Trucks should use you out of guilt.

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I speed up and try to pass,
You speed up and leave me behind.
My finger tells you you’re an ass,
And you need to make up your mind.

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A boy, dog, woman and man.
In this car, my odds a good 1 in 3.
So I don’t care what any of them say,
I swear that smell was not me.

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Since school is starting back up this week, I thought I’d share this. 

I’ve always had a respect for teachers. To some it’s hard to respect a teacher. But understanding that it is the teacher who will more than likely mold the children of today into the adults of tomorrow, kind of shows how under appreciated they really are. 

This video helped me realize that I would love to become a teacher myself. And maybe one day I’ll build up the will to go back to school for it, but until then, I tip my hat to all those already wearing those shoes…

Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs.
I’m nauseated by the polluted rock that’s all around.
Watching the wheels of cars that pass, I look past,
To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts.

A window grows, captures the eye,
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by.
And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
Inside a building of rock with antennas on top.

Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain.
The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game.
And while the insides change, the box stays the same,
And the figure inside could bear anybody’s name.

The memories I keep are from a time like then.
I put ‘em on paper so I could come back to them.
Someday I’m hoping to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again.

Mike Shinoda


Too Long


Been a while since I sat with a pen in my hand. 
A while since my words flowed out free.
I’m not sure where the thought even began.
Not sure why the urge came back to me.

There’s other things I could do with my time,
And plenty of ways to let my voice be heard.
Besides, to be honest, I forgot how to rhyme.
I keep struggling to find the perfect word.

Has age caught up, am I not who I was? 
Maybe too much on my mind and it’s not as quick? 
I’m older and wiser, and I may not have a cause,
But at the least I should have a few new tricks.

So here’s my plan that I intend to carry out.
With these thoughts the first of which you’ll see. 
In the near future you’ll see what my mind is about,
As I try to reconcile with who I used to be.

For My Wife

Two years ago today

A dream came true.

My world stopped, rearranged,

Set its course, and began anew.

I tried, but just can’t believe

How our love up and grew.

How we stood and overcame our trials

And every tribulation we’ve been through.

I know it’s been a ride

And some days still seem dark and grim.

But our strength, it overcomes

Any rough spot we find ourselves in.

Not many can relate to that.

Crumbling when the world is too much to bear.

Which is why our love, is the type of love,

To which all others should compare.

I know we may be young.

But with our love so far from blind,

There’s no doubt that what we have

Will surely pass the test of time.

My Day

Yet another poem I just wrote that I don’t really care for. But I took the time to finish it so take it…

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My Day

Yesterday morning was a little special.

But still the same as any other.

Nothing remotely different,

Just the day.

And I must say,

The years are not what they used to be.

I remember when 3 weeks in December

Lasted AT LEAST 2 months.

I can also recall those 70+ days of summer,

Never, ever being enough.

I couldn’t help but think of my time,

While on my 2nd bowl of Lucky Charms.

I’m… What?

..They’re magically delicious..

Don’t act like you’ve never done it..

I’m not sure if I’m where I should be.

I just wish I saw a sign,

Heck, I’ll be happy with a fortune cookie.

And it’s always this time,

This day, every year, that I start to wonder.

My mind starts running uncontrollably

And it can’t help but pull me under.

I guess it’s the way I’m made.

Just the thought of my very own day,

Is too much and leaves me toiled.

I’ve never been one to be catered to,

I guess I’m just not that spoiled.

But.

If I may,

Let’s say,

You offered me something like a new car

So I’ll never worry about getting somewhere.

Or a dream house

Or even something that just says you care…

I probably still won’t accept it.

I just know me.

I know who I am.

I may be older,

But I still understand.

Yeah, everyone could use some pampering.

Who doesn’t enjoy a little spirit lift?

It’s just lately, I’m not much of a person for gifts.

Yeah, a new car and house would be a dream come true.

Heck, a shopping spree to an electronic store would be sweet.

But I know it’ll be hard to live.

My conscience has never been an easy one to beat.

I just know I’m not deserving.

I don’t work, stuck in a limbo of my life.

And it hurts everyday.

No matter the acceptance from my wife.

I don’t even like choosing my cereal in the store.

No matter how magically delicious.

But I get by.
And I know why.

It’s not the strength in my arms

Or my fearless eyes.

It’s more the love I know is there.

The support of a wife who will always care.

It’s the son who smiles when he sees my face,

Not caring that I’m a mess, an unemployed disgrace.

Their love is enough to get me through My Day.

Enough to brighten my skies and conquer the fray.

They’re my life and represent all I believe.

And on this day, My Day, they’re the only gift I need.

Empty Thoughts

Empty thoughts whimper in the wind

Cluttered minds flooded with a sin

Tortured souls linger in the past

Remembrance of a sadness for what wasn’t had

And as I sit here in this moment,

Wondering if these tears are because I’m sad

Or maybe they’re just the oceans,

In the dreams I never had.

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