Parties, scheming, out right creeping None of those things The night is for sleeping Get up early to maximize your day Turn in early Make your stress go away
Category: Musings
For the Guy at the Bar Whose Name I Didn’t Catch
Like most things, you’ve lost your charm, but keep smiling and I’ll go home with you anyway. Or at least to your car where we’ll fog the windows and smoke your last cigarette.
Letter Written From the Edge of Delirium
Dear 1986 Self, I was once told I had a bright future, But I never bought the shades or learned to read the map, so losing my way has been the least of my worries. Though your effort noble, the dissipation of faith in (of…
A Note for the Road
Dear Loves, In the most critical year of your life, a few defining things will happen. Someone or something will be born and die. Yes, both will happen – a birth and a death. A great love will be lost and one will be…
Like Rain
Love comes down to choices Much like the choice of being in the rain. Rain – can seem soothing or threatening. It’s always important, a force to be acknowledged. When it comes you never know how intense it will be, no matter what you’ve heard,…
Sorry, Not Sorry
Oh you want my cooperation Pardon me, I have an obligation To define me and my situation Use my free will and imagination To be unique me, not an imitation So no, you can’t have my dedication
Childhood Pet
Gina had a little dog and Brownie was his name Remember Mary’s lamb that went to school? Well Brownie did the same He wasn’t smart or good for tricks And was quite past his prime But he was there to pick her up each day As…
Rebroken
One million chances to try to make it right To my shame, the results the same I cried another night.
The Place
There is something I need to say about this place where I live Not the structure that protects my head from rain This body, my living frame that I live in each day It follows me everywhere that I go It is broken and tattered,…
4:21am
It is the middle of the night and hearts are breaking all over the world the bars have closed and the drunks have walked home, shed their skins, and passed out on delicious pillows the night is slowly going to sleep and I am wide…