#190
It’s true,
some days
are
better than others.
Those day’s
always seem
to be
the ones that
include you.
#191
There is something so special
about a small group of friends
with instruments and amps,
stringing sounds together
while singing off key.
When it means something to them
It means something to me.
i like the players
that don’t know up from down,
i like
that they like
sounds,
and are guided by those feelings
alone.
#192
Those mental nags,
a static,
missing things
and inconveniences,
all add to the equation,
the bad,
added against the good,
makes the all-
better.
#193
Another souring rain drop,
another temperature dip,
will my migraine is singing,
and my mind is climbing mental mountains.
With the wind whipping against my face
as i waltz through the freezing,
as i brave the pelting splatter,
i remind myself that i know longer
look forward illusions of better days,
i am here,
i am loving it.
#194
Those mornings,
those looks,
across the water
over those oceans,
under golden raining rays,
i sigh, and blink,
and think to myself
how lucky i am
that yesterday began the same.
Thanks for joining! Find poems through out the week on my instagram @monsieurwrite
Don’t forget to check out the poems being recited on The Write Stuff podcast!
Take care, call your family, tell them you love them.
wazoo!
-Mr. Write