night

contemplating life
dissecting with a knife

stripping away years
cutting causes tears

regrets exceed
with my soul i plead

i promise change
and plans arrange

foreseeing eternity
swearing glibly

sleep finally beckons
i have the best of intentions

Stop murdering words!

epic:

1.	noting or pertaining to a long poetic composition, usually centered upon a hero, in which a series of great achievements or events is narrated in elevated style: Homer's Iliad is an epic poem.

2.	resembling or suggesting such poetry: an epic novel on the founding of the country.

3.	heroic; majestic; impressively great: the epic events of the war.

4.	of unusually great size or extent: a crime wave of epic proportions.

Driving six hours to get to the nearest IHOP is nothing like the Iliad, nor is it heroic, majestic or impressively great. It is a lot of fun but in our western culture its not that unusual for people of our generation. If you battled fire breathing dragons while saving a princess from being ravaged by her evil Turkish uncle so that she could marry her prince and thus save the earth from impending doom on your way to the IHOP, that would be epic. But you didn't so its not.

extreme:

adjective
1.	of the greatest possible degree or extent or intensity; "extreme cold"; "extreme caution"; "extreme pleasure"; "utmost contempt"; "to the utmost degree"; "in the uttermost distress"
2.	far beyond a norm in quantity or amount or degree; to an utmost degree; "an extreme example"; "extreme temperatures"; "extreme danger"
3.	beyond a norm in views or actions; "an extreme conservative"; "an extreme liberal"; "extreme views on integration"; "extreme opinions"
4.	most distant in any direction; "the extreme edge of town"
noun
1.	the furthest or highest degree of something; "he carried it to extremes"
2.	the point located farthest from the middle of something

Nothing to do with shopping carts in parking lots is extreme. We've all done it. Taking it down the steepest hill in town would make it extreme but only if you live. If you die your going to end up on someone's list of Darwin Award nominees which is where you would belong. On a side note only suggest this if your actually going to do it. Shopping carts are heavy and if I'm ever going to push one that far again I'm going to tie you to it when I push it down the hill.

best ever
–adjective, superl. of good with better as compar.

1.	of the highest quality, excellence, or standing: the best work; the best students.

adverb
1.	at any time;

Yes that was a excellent coffee shop and my cappuccino was quite tasty but honestly the coffee place two blocks down and three blocks over makes one just as good and its right next to where I work. Just because you discovered this place and it looks quaint and folksy does not mean their coffee tastes any better. It feels like minus forty out here and I just spent the last twenty minutes following you around as you tried to remember where this place is. I'm not thinking very pleasant thoughts towards you at the moment.

Nazi
n. pl. Na·zis

1. A member of the National Socialist German Workers' Party, founded in Germany in 1919 and brought to power in 1933 under Adolf Hitler.
2. often nazi An adherent or advocate of policies characteristic of Nazism; a fascist.

Just because that person was rude to you does not make them a Nazi. I really don't think they want to kill all the Jews. I think he was just mad at you in particular. I'm pretty sure he's not going to burst into your house at five am and send you to Auschwitz.

nemesis

He always comes for a visit just as I go to bed. I don't know how he gets in but he always does. The fact that it may be inconvenient for me doesn't bother him at all. He's like a mosquito that just won't die. It doesn't matter how many times I swat at him he always comes back louder. I wrap a pillow around my head and press my face into the mattress, but this only seems to amplify his voice.

I seek sanctuary in my bathroom. Enjoying the silence, I stay in there a awkward amount of time. I open the door a crack to see if he is still here. Not hearing him I sneak back to my room and into bed, but as soon as I switch off the lights he's back.

Instantly launching into a diatribe about how I am ruining my life, he explains to me in great detail how every decision I have made since his last visit is bringing me one step closer to being a failure. I attempt to find fault in his arguments but everything he says is accurate, just as it always is. Begrudgingly, I admit he is right. I can feel his smirk through the darkness.

Now he starts to tell me how I can still salvage things. He explains that all is not lost and I can still amount to something. As he continues to layout his multi-point plan for my salvation I muster all my courage and blurt out "NO".

The tension in the room builds at a exponential rate. "Idiot" he roars, "fool, imbecile, moron, simpleton, nitwit, twit...." His tirade lays siege to my mind, but I remain steadfast in my contrariness. Realizing that his frontal assault is not going to work he attempts to reason with me. As before all his contentions are valid but I am resolute.

"Why not?" he ask.

"Am I happy?" I reply.

Throwing up his hands in disgust he turns his back and fades away into the blackness. One of these days he just might win but until then at least I have that.

calm

As of late the alarm has been living in dread of me. The offending clock has been cursed, and beaten mercilessly every morning for the past few months. His backup the cellphone had been subjected to numerous tortures for positioning herself on the other side of the room, forcing me to get out of bed to end her infernal warbling. She thought she was pretty smart by hiding in yesterday's socks. I don't think she realized how much potential energy she stored as I swung her around above my head. She kept smugly chirping away right up until the moment she impacted on the far wall. The evil little laugh I let out on seeing this, convinced the lights that it was in their best interests not to turn on.

unsure?

the end is close and i say "i am ready".
Am I?
i tell myself "i have done all i could possibly do".
Have I?
to others i say "i hope it comes tomorrow"
Do I?

working on invisibility

Walking down the street my eyes race your feet. Watching where you are going to be. Sitting in the park my gaze trails just behind you always watching where you were.

I dress in last season's fashions. Appearing as part of the scenery. A leaf adding to the greenery. You look at me but only see the ambiance.

At the cafe my utterances slip into the ears of strangers. The idea is not their own but from where it comes they do not know. They regard their drink, ashamed of stealing the thought. Yet that is soon forgot.

The effect of my affect seems to be momentary. Later you will wonder why.

is this me?