Wondering the halls of my mind,
Complexity reigns,
and curiosity controls.
Rambling through the world,
Passion a must,
Yet all is so uncertain.
Destiny in sight,
Yet so much life is left.
How much longer must we wait?
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Monday, December 27, 2004
This Time
Will you be here tomorrow?
When I wake up,
Will everything be different,
Will you be gone.
Will you stick around for a while
...this time
When I wake up,
Will everything be different,
Will you be gone.
Will you stick around for a while
...this time
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
4:30 PM
It is only 4:30,
but I could so go to sleep.
I'm so comfortable,
content,
and completely at peace.
Laying here, stretched out
in my fuzzy duck pants,
and my bra.
Feather comforter.
Window open.
So quiet.
Think, pray,
blissfully drift off to sleep.
but I could so go to sleep.
I'm so comfortable,
content,
and completely at peace.
Laying here, stretched out
in my fuzzy duck pants,
and my bra.
Feather comforter.
Window open.
So quiet.
Think, pray,
blissfully drift off to sleep.
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Purple Like My Room
Purple like my room,
I sit down to paint my fingers
and toes too,
Paint them both, purple, like my room.
Looking in the mirror,
"Mom can I get my hair tipped in purple,
purple, like my room?"
I sit down to paint my fingers
and toes too,
Paint them both, purple, like my room.
Looking in the mirror,
"Mom can I get my hair tipped in purple,
purple, like my room?"