Thinking

of the things I should have done
of the risks I didn't  take
of the experiences I haven't had
of the things I'd rather be doing now
of what I would like to do in the future
All  I do is think
I need to translate thought into action
Most of my ideas do not have the ability to harm
They will make me happier if I act
         If I allow myself the freedom
         To be who I am

		-Heather Danielson

Ode to the chilliness about me
Ode to that funky thing called chilly
The way it engulfs me
and makes me feel less than I am.
(A simple ode to chilliness)(the way it is about.)
my face feeling just a bit prickly
A reminiscence of pins piercing the flesh?
The whiteness of the flakes that
fall around I are dismal reminders of a
place one could easily be driven to by means
of lesser sanities.
an almost pain

-Rug