PAD 2012 - Day 8

I have already spent too many years being
knight.  Oxidized armor and broken sword. 
I cannot fight dragons or save kingdoms.  No new sovreign.
Castles tumbling awkwardly,
this is just scenery. A background that seems to be repeating.
I need a little prespective, some point off in the distance
unfading-constant.  I'm unsure if I can save you.

National Poetry Month - Day 2

Shadows sleep awkwardly across his face
timid of daylight or another day breaking
silently; he shelters himself in polos and chucks
uses his backpack as a shield.

His peers are dragons

and he is no St. George; not fireproof or tested.
His skin is paper and they watch him crumbling
fraying at the edges, transparent in the center.



So I can say that I wrote this because all the headlines right now about bullying...