I try and I try
and I just feel stupid
It's not your fault
It's just the way I am
I hold my head high
and hold the tears back
I round the corner
and let them flow
I try and I succeed
except for that one detail
One detail.
I fail.
WHY did you DO that?
I... I... just thought...
I'm ...sorry
I'll do better next time
Although
A next time is unlikely.
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, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Married
If I married for money
I'd have long moved away from here.
If I married for practicality,
I'd find a chiropractor.
If I married out of passion,
It would have come and gone.
If I married for love,
I'd be right where I am.
I'd have long moved away from here.
If I married for practicality,
I'd find a chiropractor.
If I married out of passion,
It would have come and gone.
If I married for love,
I'd be right where I am.
posted from Bloggeroid
Labels:
contentment,
life,
love,
passion,
relationships,
romance
You, She, Me
It can never be the same.
You and I.
She and I.
This
and there.
This time around is a different game.
It can never be the same.
You and I.
She and I.
This
and there.
This time around is a different game.
It can never be the same.
posted from Bloggeroid
Friday, October 14, 2011
Fair Weather Friend
You don't realize how much you hurt me do you
Sometimes I feel like you're more spiteful than me
Only you don't recognize it,
Don't see what it is you do
You smile and try to appease me
Because you think it's what I want
I want you to be my friend,
Even if that means you have to buck up and say
No
Or maybe it's me who needs to suck it up
And move on
Leave you be,
Leave you wallowing in the part of you that I
Hate.
Do you really mean to insinuate that this is my fault?
Or is that just a reflection of your inability
To process our differing successes?
Sometimes I feel like you're more spiteful than me
Only you don't recognize it,
Don't see what it is you do
You smile and try to appease me
Because you think it's what I want
I want you to be my friend,
Even if that means you have to buck up and say
No
Or maybe it's me who needs to suck it up
And move on
Leave you be,
Leave you wallowing in the part of you that I
Hate.
Do you really mean to insinuate that this is my fault?
Or is that just a reflection of your inability
To process our differing successes?
posted from Bloggeroid
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Advice, you say?
I wasn't actually looking for help
Especially not yours
I was just wanting to share with you
Life and troubles
Especially not yours
I was just wanting to share with you
Life and troubles
posted from Bloggeroid
Monday, October 10, 2011
Driving Pet Peeves
1 Individuals who consistently drive under the speed limit
2 Individuals who feel as though I should yield to their desire to go over the speed limit
3 Individuals with a handicap tag who drive/park as though their disability gives them a right to do as they please
2 Individuals who feel as though I should yield to their desire to go over the speed limit
3 Individuals with a handicap tag who drive/park as though their disability gives them a right to do as they please
posted from Bloggeroid
Nonverbal: "Why are you here?"
It's an awkward feeling,
This tension,
To know you're not wanted.
It doesn't matter,
I was invited,
I'm staying.
This tension,
To know you're not wanted.
It doesn't matter,
I was invited,
I'm staying.
posted from Bloggeroid
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Fourteen Days
Fourteen Days
this time in
fourteen days
I'll be married.
What the hell.
I'm so young.
I have so far to grow.
this time in
fourteen days
I'll be married.
What the hell.
I'm so young.
I have so far to grow.
Hide the Importance
This hurts
it severs pieces of my soul
I really need to do something
But that kind of defeats the purpose
Who do I talk to
I build my walls so high
The only female to get past some
is the only female from whom
I run.
I downplay the importance
But can't you see that it really is?
it severs pieces of my soul
I really need to do something
But that kind of defeats the purpose
Who do I talk to
I build my walls so high
The only female to get past some
is the only female from whom
I run.
I downplay the importance
But can't you see that it really is?
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Girl, You Disgust Me
You disgust me
You flaunt what you think is success
You flaunt what is ill-gotten
and untrue
You whore yourself to the camera
For some hopeful ounce of fame
What you have is self-confidence
forged in the heart of starvation,
Brazen arrogance
pulled from the lust of broken men,
Self-importance
declared in the name of Grand Self.
Do you not see
what what you take
to get where you are
will also be
taken from you?
Do you not comprehend
what you give to gain
the things you have
will be given
unto another?
You flaunt what you think is success
You flaunt what is ill-gotten
and untrue
You whore yourself to the camera
For some hopeful ounce of fame
What you have is self-confidence
forged in the heart of starvation,
Brazen arrogance
pulled from the lust of broken men,
Self-importance
declared in the name of Grand Self.
Do you not see
what what you take
to get where you are
will also be
taken from you?
Do you not comprehend
what you give to gain
the things you have
will be given
unto another?