keep the streak going

It's a really beautiful day today. One of those days that make you happy to be alive.

Today, however, I am especially happy at how far I've made it in life. I haven't lost any limbs. I haven't killed anyone. I'm not in prison. I'm not addicted to any hardcore drugs. I don't have any fatal diseases or crippling disorders. I don't have anyone trying to kill me and I'm not in debt. I'm not obese or fat. I have a beautiful girlfriend and I have friends. My family is alive and well and I have a job. I'm not homeless. I have dreams. I have goals...

I think I'm going to try to keep this streak alive.

(hate) poem

have you ever lived to die?
...and watched the pain build up inside?

but did it ever seem to matter,
that all your broken dreams are shattered

why did you accept your fate?
are you blind?
can you hate?

what is hate?
is it real?
can it breathe?
can it feel?

in my head
hate is alive.
hate will live
and hate will die.