Monthly Poems.

Hey, friends. October is knocking on our doors. *Siri play "Summers Over Interlude" by Drake ft Majid Jordan*

The air becomes as crisp as the falling leaves and the holidays start to float in like toddlers in ghost costumes. Speaking of costumes, my soon-to-be 3-year-old son isn't a big fan of Halloween so we may be ignoring that one this year.

Either way, it's basically October. And with the change of seasons, I'm proud to say I'll be posting poetry on my own website.

It'll start monthly, at first. But I won't say that will be the only poetry I post on here. This is just a poem I want to showcase to you and speak a little more about.

Poetry is from the soul and I put as much of my honest self as possible into each piece.

I hope you enjoy!

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October's Poem

Shirtless.

Monday came too fast.

Eyes sensitive to the light,

fingers massaging its temples,

trying to recall the weekend’s events,

nursing Sunday’s hangover.

Tuesday binged its favorite show again.

Wednesday winced with disgust

from yesterday’s laziness,

and primped a Windsor knot to perfection.

Thursday couldn’t wait to dress down

and shower,

then dress up once more.

Friday called

to make plans.

Saturday forgot

about the heart on its sleeve.

Just for Sunday

to slip into its sexiest ensemble,

drink the pain away,

and drunk dial

absolutely anyone who would listen.

Holding onto its heart

for what seems like days.

Forgetting the rest of the week exists

because it feels like tomorrow

will never come.

As it stands, I’ve created 170 pieces and still have 50 ideas I haven’t executed on.