A North Hare

Aaron Horeth in writing!

I look up to you — February 22, 2018

I look up to you

I look up to you.

The way you’re able to stand up for yourself.
The incredible strength you have,
despite all the chaos around you.

The determination for change,
all the progress you’ve made.
All the progress we’ve made together.

Life isn’t easy,
not at all.
But you always find a way.

You admire trees for their strength,
and you wish to be one.
In many ways you are.

I admire all that you bring to this world.

I don’t say that enough,
I don’t express my gratitude,
my love enough.

I’m a kind and caring man.
As well a nervous and shy man.
Whose fear can get the best of him.

No life is perfect,
but that should not excuse one
from living and participating.

You are the one I think about.

It hurts to see you struggle,
to see you plagued and bruised.
I want to protect you from that.

Sometimes the words and actions
I use aren’t the best of help.
Don’t give up on me for that.

I know that’s not all,
I know that I show laziness.
I use excuses like “I’m tired”.

Excuses that don’t help anyone.

When you’re angry, it’s as if
you’re another person.
At the same time, I feel it’s for just reason.

I feel like I mess things up,
and that’s the last thing I want.
I don’t want to hurt you.

It’s because I’m too nervous around the world.
I try not to let it take over.
But anxiety has that effect.

You’re so strong.

I love your smile,
your laugh,
your sense of humor.

Your love of the outdoors,
your love of animals,
your love of art.

I love your creative spirit.
I love that we share so much in common.
True, some things we share aren’t great.

We have such a strong history of events.

I don’t want to be scared,
Or let excuses rule me.
I want to be strong for you.

I will be strong for you.

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Sleep Well — December 16, 2017

Sleep Well

Sleep well my love,
It’s been far too long.

You toil over the war
In your mind.

All I can do is
Comfort you,

And that breaks
My heart.

I see you suffering,
Let me hold you.

You sleep so gently,
Free from the stress.

Free from insomnia,
At least for tonight.

Sleep well,
My love.

As I Sit Here — July 13, 2016

As I Sit Here

Dearest love, best friend and partner for life Kimberly:

As I sit here,
in the lucid loneliness of the graveyard shift.

Slaving tirelessly over a keyboard in a cold office
as if it were a hot stove and I were cooking pancakes.

I feel a longing for that feeling of home
that being beside you brings me, brings us.

As I sit here,
fervently studying the opcodes of the 8080.

My mind cannot focus on programming, I miss you.
I miss your familiarity and texture.

Although we’re only 45 minutes apart tonight,
it feels like hours.

Yours truly,
Aaron

Hatreds Magnum Opus — January 14, 2016

Hatreds Magnum Opus

Stop it
take that and do this and stuff to things.
Hatred for things past that shouldn’t have consequence
anymore
but
still do…

Bullies, rotten people, guarded under the
guise of “He’s got a bad home life”, or some stupid excuse.
I guess that means I have to suffer for his bad home life…
Excuses for the bullies, they always excuse the bad and belittle the innocent.
They can call you skinny, at least you’re not fat.
As if it’s ok to be harassed because of your slightness, your nothingness.

The spite in that valentine: “Happy Valentine’s Day, I hate you”.
You didn’t have to give me a valentine, we’ll, you did because
the whole class had to.

“Why do you smile so much?”, is it a problem to smile?
Was it wrong of myself to enjoy a smile to brighten up my
otherwise terrible day?

Go ahead, put that knife to me because I won’t do the dishes,
I did the rest of the assignment.
For years, I wanted to burn your house down but didn’t because,
I’m not an arsonist, I’m not a violent person, but I hated you.

Still nurturing these thoughts, still giving them a home
after years
and years
and years
of thinking about words and actions that
happened and I can’t get rid of them
can’t dissolve the memory of them.

Magnum Opus, Latin for “great work”
Hatreds great work, no longer so great.
No longer as extravagant.
I’ll leave it in that rubbish over there.
Never return.

Words and Letters Part II — July 8, 2015

Words and Letters Part II

Ok!

Here is the much awaited second part of the poem. Now you can finally figure out what I was saying in the last post (Words and Letters Part I). When you’ve figured it out, let me know!

  lit   e   rds,   eak   e    ning.
  lit   e    ters,   eak     ything.
  ter   e   rds,   ter   e    ning.
  ter   e    ters,   eak      ition.
  d   rds,     ghten   e    der.
  d    ters,   nfuse   e    der.
   tract   rds,     lify   e    ning.
   tract    ters,   se    erest.

Enjoy!
Aaron Horeth

Words and Letters Part I — June 30, 2015

Words and Letters Part I

Who wants to work on a puzzle?

I’ve split this poem up into 2 pieces. You will have to piece them together to get the original poem. When you have both parts, either message me the full poem or leave a comment. Any questions are acceptable. Here is your first piece!

Sp    th  wo   , br    th  mea    .
Sp    th  let    , br    ever      .
Al    th  wo   , al    th  mea    .
Al    th  let    , br    defin     .
Ad  wo   , enli      th  rea   .
Ad  let    , co      th  rea   .
Sub      wo   , simp     th  mea    .
Sub      let    , lo   int     .

Remember, you’ll have to wait until the next part is released to see the full poem. Expect that to be released sometime next week…

Enjoy!
Aaron Horeth

Which Way — May 28, 2015