I found a picture of us together
Look at us, we look so happy.
What ever even happened?
I went away to college.
We never saw each other. The distance was just too much.
But all the times before that,
it never really worked then, either.
We tried, and tried again.
Love and sexuality and common interest
somehow wasn't enough.
We were both intellictuals
fascinated in all the ways of the world.
We dreamed big, but never seemed to achieve.
You dreamed big and never seemed to achieve.
I never really dreamed, just bumbled my way along,
desperate to leave town.
You were so quite
and always so sorry.
"It's not your fault."
"I'm still sorry."
I found a picture of us together.
We looked so happy, it brought some tears to my eyes.
Our stars just never aligned.
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
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Louder, Louder...
Maybe if I turn the music
up loud enough I won't
be able
to hear my own thoughts
blaring, racing
through my head
up loud enough I won't
be able
to hear my own thoughts
blaring, racing
through my head
Transparency
Am I too transparent?
Not transparent enough?
Or is it that I just go about it
the wrong way?
Not transparent enough?
Or is it that I just go about it
the wrong way?
Everything I Am Reminds Me of You
I'm terrified of reinventing myself
However, sometimes I'm not sure
that there's any other option.
Everything that I am
reminds me of you
and us
and what was
and everything that wasn't
and isn't
and cannot
Be.
However, sometimes I'm not sure
that there's any other option.
Everything that I am
reminds me of you
and us
and what was
and everything that wasn't
and isn't
and cannot
Be.
Doubly Inflicted
Such a small scale
Such a precarious balance
Taken so far granted
Doubly inflicted.
Such a precarious balance
Taken so far granted
Doubly inflicted.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Normalcy
Don't You tell me
what normal is or
what normal does.
For neither of us care much
for this Normalcy.
what normal is or
what normal does.
For neither of us care much
for this Normalcy.
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Never Can Kill This Thing
I feel like
I'll never kill this
thing that looms
over my past
present
and undeniably
questionable
perhaps my
future
I'll never kill this
thing that looms
over my past
present
and undeniably
questionable
perhaps my
future
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Sunday, April 08, 2012
Your Choices are Yours
The moar I've had to drink,
The less sorry I feel for you
You made the choices
To be who you are
The less sorry I feel for you
You made the choices
To be who you are
posted from Bloggeroid
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
:)
A little bit of alcohol
Some good electronic music
Prompts a headful of thoughts
I can entertain myself for hours
Some good electronic music
Prompts a headful of thoughts
I can entertain myself for hours
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