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


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Mr. Business Man

Dear sir across from me in Panera
you look very stressed
in your suit and tie
staring at your laptop
with that saddened face.

I see you wear a wedding ring
perhaps, you should spend more time
     with her.

Have you ever considered,
a new job?
gotta play to win?
do you ever play, just
     to play?

Monday, April 19, 2010

Simply Put

vagueness is safety.

dirty things

we all have our share of dirty things shoved back in dark corners
pouring myself full of liquid drug, loud music, and metal
because i cannot adequately feel anything

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Sometimes A Single Question

"sometimes a single question is more honest than any statement" seh

Saturday, April 03, 2010

New Job

New job coming.
Starting a career.
Four dollar raise.
Newer laptop.
Half of a cube.
My own computer.
I'm almost a real person . . .

Warm Stone, Bare Feet

Warm stone.
Cool on bare feet.
Waning sun,
scattered across my face.
Purring feline,
fuzzy on my skin.

Sensations abound.
Sit and soak.
Close my eyes.
Listen.

Spring

I love the weather currently.
Warmishly chilly
Slightly breezy
Things growing
Birds doing ... bird things

Please, let me stay
Outside.

Reactionary

I am a reactionary.
I do what gets a rise out of you.

I touch you not because
I like touch
I touch you
because it makes you

Makes you happy
Makes you do things
Makes you do stupid things =)

Serkan

Furre.
(furrie? furry? fuzz ball?)
What's with your pointy ears
and tail?
Scales too, you say?

Make up your own creatures.
Make up your own life.
Must be nice...

Outdoors from Within

Open window beckons me
Come near
Enjoy the outdoors
From within

Sunlight

Sunlight.
Sunshine.
I crave it.
I do not like it.

So warm.
Calming.
Soft breeze.

But turns me
crispy
and tan.

Dislike.

Ten Years

I just spent an hour.5
reading all my posted poems
February 2010 back to
January 2000.
Ten years and counting.