She's gone.
Well,
Not quite yet.
But everytime I open
My laptop,
She screams.
And it breaks my heart.
Goodbye,
Loyal machine.
Maybe the Heavenly Geek Squad
of the Big Best Buy in the sky
Take care of you.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Do re me
And I'm trying to find my way
Just whittling myself a place
In the world
Bit by bit.
Fa so la ti do
When you know the notes to sing
You're not ad libbing.
Just whittling myself a place
In the world
Bit by bit.
Fa so la ti do
When you know the notes to sing
You're not ad libbing.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Two Girls
Little girl dancing
Little girl dancing before God
Little girl not caring that a
Big girl is watching, that a
Big girl is writing
Little girl dancing
Little girl not knowing that a
Big girl is inspired
Little girl dancing before God
Little girl not caring that a
Big girl is watching, that a
Big girl is writing
Little girl dancing
Little girl not knowing that a
Big girl is inspired
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
I Want Easy Silence
Why does every freaking one
Have to freaking follow me
Every freaking where?
Can't my loud friends understand I want silence?
Can't my wild friends understand I want peace?
Don't they realize I grow weary?
That I tire?
And when I crawl off to the side
Where rest my calm friends
I do not want the party to come with?
Is it so hard to think that maybe
I'm trying to chase after time
With someone both crazy and sane?
Have to freaking follow me
Every freaking where?
Can't my loud friends understand I want silence?
Can't my wild friends understand I want peace?
Don't they realize I grow weary?
That I tire?
And when I crawl off to the side
Where rest my calm friends
I do not want the party to come with?
Is it so hard to think that maybe
I'm trying to chase after time
With someone both crazy and sane?
Thursday, August 25, 2011
My Pooch
Her big brown eyes,
Fur softer than new grass.
She's got a heart full of love
For anyone who will give her a pet.
And her trusting nature,
Her warmth on cold feet,
That's why I was able to finally write
A real blank verse poem.
Not this one,
Of course.
Fur softer than new grass.
She's got a heart full of love
For anyone who will give her a pet.
And her trusting nature,
Her warmth on cold feet,
That's why I was able to finally write
A real blank verse poem.
Not this one,
Of course.
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