It was chess Seventh grade Ninth for you Neither of us Cared much For the game But it was The start The first fatal step Towards our inevitable Collision And now Nearly Twenty years Later We still Play the game That neither Of us Has ever truly Loved Because it Simply Became A language Our hearts Spoke

1. Two Strangers have met As if by fate united Friendship discovered 2. My brother in arms Against our own solitude With you we can win 3. In your reflection As we stand here together I learn of myself 4. With you by my side I know I am not alone I can be more true 5. We speak without end And create a shared vision Of new brighter dawn's

(From Pizdun)

Not a poem, this time. But a nice little piece that I've written when needing to get myself unstuck.

How many times Have you gone For weeks Or months Feeling little to nothing? Unable To so much As cry Nor smile Uninspired Unmotivated Unwilling And how many Of those times Have you done so On purpose? Spent so long Resisting That which is Most natural Because You believed It was something Unseemly Bottling everything Up inside Until you might just Explode What good Is an inkwell Never opened? A pen A brush Never dipped? The plastic tip There to keep The ballpoint From drying out Still on it From the day You bought it Emotion Sensation Experience Should not So easily Be let go To waste Forget living Forget life Being something That happens To bottle it all Is like having Life Simply happen To everyone else To everyone else But you But you You should Uncap it At least once Even if only a drop Were to come out It would be So addicting You will want To pour out The whole bottle Squeeze That tube Of paint As children do Never mind the mess It can be cleaned up And even if All that paint Were to be washed away Every surface Scrubbed Every trace Erased At least then Something was Inspired By something Anything Having done Something Anything As children do With no consideration For today Or tomorrow You will Have been inspired Rather than simply Contained Even if That liquid You’ve been So cautiously Bottling inside Terrifies you You should Find some way Any way To let it out If an experience Inspires nothing Creates nothing Did it happen at all?