I undertook a bit of a personal goal and added tags to all (most?) of my entries. Some are not as complete as I would like, but they are there. Largely for me, so I can find and sort and such, but also for anyone else who might like to browse by topic.
=)
~seh
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
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
coincidences & fate
I don't believe in coincidences
and I don't believe in fate.
Any situation that seems to be either
should be looked at with a sense of humor
and made a wise decision about.
...another philosophy to add to my life...
and I don't believe in fate.
Any situation that seems to be either
should be looked at with a sense of humor
and made a wise decision about.
...another philosophy to add to my life...
Saturday, November 24, 2007
A Little About Me
I am called a hippie
I am called the black plague
I have been mistaken for a freak
...go figure ;)
I listen to a little of all music
I like hunting for Bambi's daddy
I don't like people
...some individuals are okay
I don't like putting chemicals into my body
I drink mostly water
I recycle my water bottles
I don't hug trees
...but prefer to climb them
I like climbing lots of things
I am really a little kid
...but very much an adult
I don't like other people's kids
I will have my own someday
...they will know how to behave
I dislike people who choose to be unintelligent
I am not a fan of people calling "just to talk"
...but always have to have my phone
I am textually active
...but not sexually active
I am addicted to technology
...but enjoy times when it is stripped away from me
I love to go out and run
...even though I don't do it
I like to sit down for hours with a good book
...tho I don't do that often either
I do write a lot and often
...and random things, such as this
I am called the black plague
I have been mistaken for a freak
...go figure ;)
I listen to a little of all music
I like hunting for Bambi's daddy
I don't like people
...some individuals are okay
I don't like putting chemicals into my body
I drink mostly water
I recycle my water bottles
I don't hug trees
...but prefer to climb them
I like climbing lots of things
I am really a little kid
...but very much an adult
I don't like other people's kids
I will have my own someday
...they will know how to behave
I dislike people who choose to be unintelligent
I am not a fan of people calling "just to talk"
...but always have to have my phone
I am textually active
...but not sexually active
I am addicted to technology
...but enjoy times when it is stripped away from me
I love to go out and run
...even though I don't do it
I like to sit down for hours with a good book
...tho I don't do that often either
I do write a lot and often
...and random things, such as this
Friday, November 16, 2007
a moment of muse
Here I sit.
A misdeclared CS major
in the Engineering building.
Not knowing what I am doing.
So I whittle away at the wires
and their protective plastic casing
with my pocket knife,
while listening to Beethoven's
most elegant and brooding
moonlight sonata.
I play it again.
Cut away a little more yellow
a little more plastic
a little more wire
a little more life.
Slowly drifting away
as with the moonlight sonata.
Life, it ebbs, it flows,
comes and goes.
So much is spent, wasted away
questioning the past.
Not listening to the music that is the present,
the beauty that is the now.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
The Greener Side
I know better than
to give up what I have
for something that might be
I don't know
how long I can convince myself
this is true
I don't know if what I have
is really better
than what could be
Is the grass really
the same color
on the other side?
Only there is no grass
But only people
involved in this fence.
None the less, I sit
squarely
in the middle
Some things change
...honey...
But some things never do.
to give up what I have
for something that might be
I don't know
how long I can convince myself
this is true
I don't know if what I have
is really better
than what could be
Is the grass really
the same color
on the other side?
Only there is no grass
But only people
involved in this fence.
None the less, I sit
squarely
in the middle
Some things change
...honey...
But some things never do.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Keep Smiling
It's my 20th birthday.
I'm depressed.
I feel like a whore.
I might as well keep the charade going
and dress in pretty colors...
I'm depressed.
I feel like a whore.
I might as well keep the charade going
and dress in pretty colors...
Selfish in my Silence
It hurts me so badly inside
To think what I've done
What I've done to both of us
I've cost you so much
Led you so far
Lied in my silence
Lied in my actions
Lied in my expressions
I am so selfish
I should have just told you to leave
To think what I've done
What I've done to both of us
I've cost you so much
Led you so far
Lied in my silence
Lied in my actions
Lied in my expressions
I am so selfish
I should have just told you to leave
What Happened?
What have I done?
Why am I so stupid?
Have I ruined another one?
My mind.
It can't take it.
No. Please don't touch me.
You mean so much to me.
You were (?) my best friend.
What happened to him?
I don't see him often these days.
Why am I so stupid?
Have I ruined another one?
My mind.
It can't take it.
No. Please don't touch me.
You mean so much to me.
You were (?) my best friend.
What happened to him?
I don't see him often these days.