a poem
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: random poetry
Tension sits deep in my shoulders
Sitting here as if waiting
For some meraculous conlusion
To appear from debating
What to do in a situation
When everything has spun out of control
There's a hole in my soul the size of a
Gian wrecking ball
It came through and it's name was You
And now I sit here tired and blue
I wish I knew what was real and true
If I stay up another minute I'll get the flu

Poem for Larry's b-day card, weird to give one now because we broke up
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: random poetry
Oh yes, an awkward situation,
To mail you now a salutation
Could warrant other interpretations
Or inferences the reader to behold.
But under most thorough interrogation
I would reveal no other intention
Along which lines this note to fold,
But to wish you on this blessed occasion
Much happiness, health and good vibrations,
Happy Birthday, and Congratulations,
And to live until you get too old.