a poem a day for National Poetry Month: revisiting a poem post from 9/16/10 from my “this makes sense” series of random poetic musings, check out the entire series and tell me what ya think:

I just wrote this totally random poem.  It might not make sense, but I don’t think I particularly care.  It just was a stream of consciousness thing I had to get out.   Thanks for reading y’all, it means way more than I think any of you realize….

#fact

i believe in love

but

i’m pretty sure i hate everything

and i’m almost convinced

that

everything hates me

call me a cynic

but that’s not my name

yeah, i probably do hate everything

but i survive

on love

this makes sense

on some planet

where i fit in without changing

where my square pegness

fits into a divine round (w)holeness

where even my pessimism is hopeful

and imagination is my reality

where nothing makes sense

but everything does

and i can hate everything

and love you.

yes, this makes sense.

 

 

Make sure to check this one out too…  It is my second favorite in the series…