Flowers die Paintings fade Sculptures crumble Youth ages Vistas get paved over Beauty is fleeting It's a good thing I'm ugly. ~ That isn't want I wanted to write. The idea in my head was about beauty being temporary, no matter where you find it. So why try? Why not just revel in the ugliness…
haiku for you: memories
Living in the past Dreaming of days gone away Can never go back Learn from your mistakes Remember what went wrong, not To blame, to improve Looking backwards, while moving forwards is a great way to crash and burn Without memories To guide our future actions We will never learn Thinking always of yesterday is…
imagination
Birds gather Then scatter Flying every which way They soar to new heights And see new places Or old places In a new way My thoughts gather Then scatter Every which way Sometimes they fly away, sometimes They soar to new heights Sometimes they fall flat, sometimes They take me to new places Or old…
stupid lazy poems that fall apart and go nowhere
The red pill is red The blue pill is blue Which would you take If it were up to you? Roses are red The sky is blue The sun is bright yellow But don't look directly at it. 'Cause, ya know. You'll go blind. Roses are red Violets are blue But are they really? Wouldn't…
a single rain drop
A single rain drop on your cheek. A single tear floating on the wind.
ode to my pillow
Nestling my head Soft and sweet, comfy and neat Invites me to sleep
afraid of the dark
Don't be afraid of the dark. Be afraid of the things in the dark. The things in the dark are monsters and beasts. They have razor sharp claws and rows of jagged teeth. Some run really fast, some fly and some swim. Many are furred, but some are scaley, or wet and slimey things. They…
haiku for you: what happens next
Fog obscuring sight Silence ringing in my ears What will happen next? - What happens next? Is my question for myself. My question for my life. - What: thing or event Happens: action, consequence Next: afterwards, time -
mortal
I am flesh and blood Weak and broken Sticks and stones Break my bones And today is the day I die Death is but a door Leading to eternity But will my spirit fly And float up among the stars Or will my soul sink down Into the darkest depths Perhaps death is nothing But…
cupcakes. because birthday.
I would like to dedicate my last National Blog Post Month post to my wonderful wife. If you don't know, today is her birthday. ~ Happy birthday to you. Have a cupcake or two. So delicious and magical, Happy birthday to you! ~ You should head on over to The Illusion of Controlled Chaos and…
memoirs of an unremarkable man 