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…
this is a cop-out
This is a cop-out. This is not a post. If this were an actual blog post, there would be a vague yet meaningful title, followed by actual content. A message of some sort, perhaps a story or a poem. Something interesting and witty, like the next great American novel, only shorter. There might even be…
bitter pill
When I was a little kid, I couldn't swallow pills. Not even little ones. They would stick in my throat, their bitterness spreading on my tongue, and I just could not swallow them down. Couldn't do it. So my mom, being the nice and amazing lady that she is, would stick a pill in a…
i’m ranting today
Alright people, listen up. This is important. It must be important because I keep seeing people talk about it. It's been around for a long time, and people are still talking about it. The whole theory that there was enough room on that damn door for Jack too. That Rose was selfish and didn't let…
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 -
song lyric saturday
Today we have the song "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" by Drowning Pool. And some goats. Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten why for (why for) Can't take much more (Here we go, here we…
the fog of storytelling
When I was a teenager, I lived near a small lake. Remember when I told you about seeing a UFO? Yeah, that lake. Well, I owned a canoe during that time, a big blue one. Had a lot of fun, paddling around, exploring, fishing, sometimes alone and often with friends. Early one morning (like pre-dawn…
