So, I've been debating on what should be posted today. I thought about it all night at work and threw around some choices. What I have finally settled on is the first of some choice poetry entries. I wont be posting everything I have and what I do post is my work that is unaltered and 100% from me.
This one was said to be the best one I had written at the time. I wrote it to show an image of rebirth. A kind of, peeling away the old you and making something brand new out of yourself. Changing for the better and giving yourself a clean slate to work with.

Reborn


Two A.M. and the sun is still setting,
Streaked red
While singing blue ribbons,
Punctured with gold in its corners.

Ashes to dust in the wind
As we blow away with our confessions,
While we are let down
Blaming no one but ourselves.


Pale decisions
Becoming nothing more than atrophic
As shivering bones
Hit the wall.

The moon strikes the hour of six
And we are the phoenix
Of our undying birthday. 

Let me know what you think. Comment and give me some criticism. I really can get either attached or detached from my work. This was one I got really attached to.

Quote of the Day:

 He who trims himself to suit everyone will soon whittle himself away.  

                                      ~Raymond Hull 

Article of the Day: 

Good article on reinventing yourself.

This Is Your Life, Take Two