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

Try. And Fail.

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.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

A Truth

Sometimes your honesty really breaks my spirit
posted from Bloggeroid

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.
posted from Bloggeroid

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.
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?
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
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
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.
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.

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?

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?
She's so honest
it makes you wonder what she's hiding

I can be transparent with you
and still tell you nothing about myself