Arguments arise.
Overpowering remarks.
The good has hidden.

Almost a new year.
Lives intertwined, becoming.
Growing into one.

Time for candles yet?
Holiday traditions past.
Teaching new to love.

Wearing Santa's hat,
I'm commanding working elves.
Mush, you little elves!

We're making snowmen.
Paper, scissors and markers.
Days before Christmas.

Starting the morning.
French vanilla, medium.
Iced coffee to go.

Late into the night
I hear your voice, you enter.
Such a nice surprise.

Three hours of night.
Pain searing under my bones.
Too intense to sleep.

Free home-made cupcakes.
A birthday celebration.
A band of three friends.

One successful night.
Patrons streaming in; buying.
Imagination.

New apprenticeship.
Artistic trade handed down.
Defining the craft.

Now; two and a half.
A silent room with hours.
Writing and reading.

One more year ending.
The Maya calendar speaks.
Closer drawing near.

Once soft, falling down.
Snow thats settled, turns to ice.
Breaking people's backs.

Half of my brain hurts.
Left hemisphere, right functions.
Rationale spinning.

Hand-made pottery
Made with love, sitting silent.
Holding paper clips.

When two worlds collide,
Humanity loses faith
In what it believes.

Weekend spent with twins.
Asian supermarkets rule.
Half dead turtles don't.

Hours in the night.
Playing games, drinking, laughing.
Two best friends share life.

Hiding behind clouds,
The sun is shining brightly.
Only here is gloom.

A night spent alone.
The aquarium aglow.
Gently whirring sound.

Passing cars below.
Gaining speed and momentum.
A night spent alone.

A night spent alone.
One player videogame.
Aiming for their heads.

Choosing what to eat.
Nutrition; second to taste.
A night spent alone.

A night spent alone.
Folding and cutting duct tape.
Creating wallets.

Bright computer screen.
Words staring me in the face.
A night spent alone.

A hundred words said.
Dozens of emotions pass.
Heartbeats carry on.

Desiring you
can match the love that we share.
Building our future.

Dozens of roses
Sent from an admirerer.
Competition: None.

The countdown is on.
Weeklong events lead to this.
Lovely reunion.

A whole day wasted.
Minutes click as brains expire.
Staring at the screen.

Busses are dismissed.
Children running, taking flight.
Silence fills the halls.

Little yellow box.
Pumping out music for all.
Samuli was king.

Smoke-filled houses speak.
Warning of dangers inside.
Get the kids and run.

Your life in turmoil.
Take time to focus on good.
Weeping while working.

Seasonal changing.
Dull green to brilliant red hues.
Crumble under foot.

Helplessly falling.
Off of a skateboard and down.
Into your embrace.

A car full of food.
Waiting patiently for class.
The small surprises.

What can you expect?
Death takes up life in anger.
Quickly turned to dust.

Waiting patiently.
Meanwhile, life is on the move.
Standing tall in line.

Pieces of skin fall.
Scratching the itch makes it worse.
Cleaning off the desk.

Color-coded life.
Follow the leader in hues.
Forgot about pink.

A peaceful frog pond.
A couple grenades in hand.
Legs are torn apart.

Can't understand you.
Broken, cold characters stare.
The fruit is inside.

Troubles seem to rise.
Up from the bottom they dwell.
Bubbles seem to rise.

Konichiwa class!
You are learning Japanese.
Hell, like it or not.

Sitting here waiting.
The silence will be broken.
Forked tongues speaketh lies.

Start: Two thousand nine.
Pause: The school year has begun.
Restart: Weekends rule.

Crawling up my arm,
Two tentacles reach further;
The sun is setting.

Changing cool to warm,
The room has become bigger.
Comfortable spaces.

Wanted: Musicians.
Six people with instruments.
Now: Mystery Band.

Last day of art camp,
Cydonian Knights playing.
Enjoy the summer.

Driving in the car,
a miscommunication.
Catching up later.

Suddenly crashing.
Watch out for your head, my friend.
My ceiling came down!

Music for hours.
Listening; playing guitar.
Collaboration.

Sitting, relaxing.
A movie plays while we eat
And we are content.

Driving; butterflies.
The return of a lifetime.
So much to catch up.

Remembering back.
Spanning nearly a decade.
Little haiku blog.

Different kinds of tape:
Scotch and masking, duct tape too!
Sticky, so sticky.

This daily living.
Tempers flare, interaction.
And what do you have?

You may like bad art
Hung about your house, not me.
Skin-art collector.

Technology blitz.
We see the new releases.
E3 has begun.

Rock-a-billy tunes.
Summer air flows through windows.
Just want to be home.

Two weeks to go now.
The time is aproaching fast
'Till we meet again.

Weekends' almost up.
I'm still here, my heart beating.
You've got nothing, fool.

Today is the day.
Something should be happening.
Please don't stress me out!

Three day weekends rock.
The sun is shining brightly.
And the fridge is stocked.

I'm somewhat confused
At the comment made below
And yet I'm intrigued.

Twice I saw your face.
The only bad connection
was the internet.

A few coats cover.
Changing up the stark white walls.
Atmosphere is changed.

The red cup brigade
Has swarmed across the hallway
Imbibing their juice.

An eye to watch me
While the blurry movements pass.
Life is recorded.

A bit of spanish
Is all you need when you start
To learn the language.

Spending time apart.
Miles of land between us
Making us stronger.

Its St. Pattys Day
and yet I am not Irish.
But Irish I was!

Five minutes gone by.
Students have yet to arrive.
Greek Day in the caf.

A weekend of art.
The visual stimuli.
Ocular delight.

Speaking of actions;
You say that yours are bitter
Of what I have done.

I simply respond.
Your actions caused me to doubt.
Caused me to re-think.

It was a dark time.
Never thought of suicide
Until I met you.

Promises broken.
Nothing will change how I feel.
Repent all you want.

The future is bright,
and finding a new best friend
has kept me alive.

I know that its good.
Talking through issues is key.
You have been so wise.

In eight weeks from now
Another break is at hand.
Springtime in April.

Always a good time.
So many days spent laughing.
We need each other.

Four classes ahead.
February vacation.
Nine days to myself.

The axe gently falls.
Twenty heads on chopping blocks.
I've only got one.

It was a success
In every sense of the word,
Minus dollar signs.

The joys of teaching
Mostly outweigh the bad stuff.
Kids' smiling faces.

A weekend ahead.
Artwork graces the hallway
Waiting to be seen.

How many monkeys?
There are eight of them, you see.
Sitting on my screen.

On Friday mornings
I look forward to the night
When I'll be sleeping.

The pirate bathroom.
How you suprise visitors.
Hey, arrrrr you aiming?

They're ahead of me.
All new classes and new kids.
Remember their names.

Seven times; three days.
A record-holding number
We will try to beat.

Realizing the date.
Whole new classes starting soon.
No time to relax.

Just looked at my list.
What a way to start the day.
Man, I hate this class.

Totally ganked it.
I thought it would hurt more, though.
Totally tweaked it.

Bombing down the hill.
Spreading powder as you stop.
Time to take the lift.

Replacing my teeth.
From silver to pearly white.
Two hours of pain!

The new year brings joy.
Promises of hope and change.
Campaign promises.

A decade has passed.
Caught up in past emotion.
The distance is far.

Amid the sunlight
Are streaks of yellow ochre
Dancing in the sky.

If you want burgers,
head to the best place there is.
Ralph's Diner; Wormtown.

There is the philtrum!
Located under the nose.
Its the tear-drop thing.

Starting the process.
As the skin changes color,
So too, does my life.

Messages in hand.
My car follows the old road.
Between text and lines.

Going down in flames.
My wings have been clipped, falling.
The earth comes up fast.

Its four forty-four.
It is time to make a wish.
Hold your breath for luck.

Perfection is lost.
Attaining something smaller
Only moves you on.