Thief of Fire

If I put too much blood on the page...

My girlfriend, poetrycatsandmusic, is the sweetest, most amazing person in the world. I can’t believe how lucky I am. And I can’t wait to share so many things with her. Poetry, music, her first Tegan + Sara concert, camping trips, even just simple nights in doing nothing. I get so ridiculously happy when I’m with her.

I guess I must have done something to deserve having her in my life, but it’s hard to believe.

A Reminder (original poem)

*poem I wrote a couple weeks ago*

The town was grey this morning,

every inch of land drenched.

The rain kept falling

and I didn’t want to get out of bed,

didn’t want the slow downpour to end,

the strange calmness of it.

Lights off, blinds closed tight,

I could almost feel the clouds rolling through,

their beautiful darkness,

how they lingered.

Something about this morning-

relief from weeks of pure, dry heat,

the sun’s absence,

a record spinning, crackling like fire-

it felt as if the town

was taking a breath,

listening to the sound of rain

on pavement and gutters,

reminding itself that sometimes

the best moments are the ones

when nothing really happens,

when life slows down,

when the day hasn’t quite begun.

Green Day - “Wake Me Up When September Ends” from Bullet in a Bible

Can’t believe American Idiot is 10 years old. I probably shouldn’t have been listening to it when I was 10, but oh well. Maybe that’s part of the reason it really did change my life. It’s such a great album, and putting it out when they did, with some of the things it says, will always be an act I consider brave. Here’s to you, Green Day!