NDSL, Day 29.

August comes; with eager eyes,
With bated breath and souls to bare,
We are of all the world comprised.
I love your faces. See you there.

(VEDA approaches. Get there.)

NDSL, Day 27.

Ruminate, deliberate, consider your next move;

Con and counter-conversate until you hit your groove.

Keep on, carry on and smile at those that disapprove.

NDSL, Day 26.

I'm reminded now and then

(take for example, this trip south)

That there are different sorts of men

Who need to shut their fucking mouth.

NDSL, Day 24.

Inappropriate affect, I hear it's called.
Laughter in the face of something wrong -
A last-ditch leap to hope that you are strong
when all that's left to do is fall-

NDSL, Day 23.

Every time I wash myself my cat gets on my back,

Purring madly as he rubs against my head and ears -

Claiming me in cattish way. And though it's crossed my mind,

I shouldn't do the same to you - I feel it might be weird.

NDSL, Day 22.

The colors brighten up. The rain feels wetter.
It never goes away, but you get better.

NDSL, Day 20.

Poems (good ones, anyway) are designed to stretch the head;
Apologies - I think I'd rather dog this 'steak instead.

NDSL, Day 19.

On this day, a woman came to be.
Keen of mind, of style irreplicate,
Open both of heart and arms to me.
For that and so much more, we celebrate.
You laugh, you lead the charge as we press on,
You are the light to whom we all are drawn.

NDSL, Day 18.

Longer does one slumber, longer one slips down the hole,
Anxiety, a lack of balance. The absence of control.

NDSL, Day 17.

A common thought, but one I feel should be repeated:
Maybe beauty isn't how we look, but how we're treated.

NDSL, Day 16.

Hungry, weary, trying writing,
Heat-baked, but you're short on time?
Vomit words into the ether;
See if any of them rhyme.

NDSL, Day 15.

Perhaps it makes me pampered.
Perhaps it makes me weak.
But judging from the weather,
Outside can fuck itself this week.

NDSL, Day 14.

Saddened that I'm not surprised, my faith is falling flat.
I stop; I put the world away, and snuggle with my cat.

NDSL, Day 12.

(holy wine drunk.) Stop a minute,
Realize the state you're in,
Look around you, valuate it;
Soak in the amount of win.

NDSL, Day 11.

I miss your stare of cold disdain,

  You wore it like a glove.

Don't look at me like that, my dear-

  Like something you could love.

NDSL, Day 10.

Like a pocket moist from rain
Wrong, but functioning just fine
For now. Or bacon, cooked, but floppy,
Not quite right; I won't decline
A bite. Or wouldn't. Maybe. And that's
How I was. I didn't show it
Until now - terse and tense -
Still not fine, except I know it.

NDSL, Day 9.

The flavor of a cold one correlates to many things:

Free's a taste exceeded only by a stolen's spring,

But beer at work? There's a savor sweet enough for kings.

NDSL, Day 8.

A wall of stone, a battered cage,

The burning outline of a ghost,

And iron, rusted, silent, dead.

You make a bigger dent than most.

NDSL, Day 7.

grinning through the excrement and laughing through the fall
marching through the agony, from staggering to crawl
reaching out, one chuckle left, with nothing left to scrawl

NDSL, Day 6.

Weary days like these are those that feed hermitic rants:
Fuck the sun, the open air. But most of all, fuck pants.

NDSL, Day 5.

Beware the ides? Honey. Listen,
  After all that's come to pass,
Any day that ends in 'day's
 A proper day to watch your ass.

NDSL, Day 4.

Bored and tired. Same as same; I guess things could be worse.

At least I'm in a coffee shop instead of in a hearse.

NDSL, Day 3.

Joy's a funny thing.  I've mine; to yours, a bended ear.

A swollen heart to hear it, but a wish that you were here.

NDSL, Day 2.

I'd like a life without too many lies.
A quiet death, and all that it implies.

NDSL, Day 1.

It occurs to me that I actually started doing something like this almost exactly a year ago, before I started blogging or even before I was (particularly) active on Twitter. It was just as Facebook status updates, and I eventually phased myself out of it as The Animal dragged me kicking and screaming into VEDA. Which is totally coming up in a month. Shit, I should get ready for that.

Anyway. The moral of this story is that I'm going to kick off with the same couplet that I started with a year ago. Partly because I like it, partly because it works as a starting point, and mostly because I've got to get up early tomorrow and all I want to think about right now is the burger that's GrubHubbing its way to me as we speak.


Never there's a start in life that isn't born of pain.
The day that you lose everything, you've everything to gain.