If you come to see me
and find me asleep
will you wake me,
Please.
I would rather spend my time with you
than sleeping.
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, February 03, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
listening, not listening
listening, not listening
it's whatever
it's your loss, what you decide to do
I'm still getting out what I need to.
there is one thing worse than not listening,
(and that's) indifference.
it's whatever
it's your loss, what you decide to do
I'm still getting out what I need to.
there is one thing worse than not listening,
(and that's) indifference.
depressed sometimes
I feel like a such a crazy girl sometimes.
I try not to get depressed, sometimes.
I don't know what to do / not to
do, say / not to say, though.
I get depressed
I think, I write, I cry;
I smile, I move on.
I try not to get depressed, sometimes.
I don't know what to do / not to
do, say / not to say, though.
I get depressed
I think, I write, I cry;
I smile, I move on.
My Preferred Medium
It's just a horrible vicious cycle
I keep thinking and wanting to speak and not speaking.
I choose to write b/c I cannot be interrupted
and I can word my thoughts and see them and
still make a final decision before I share them
With you, with the world...
that's why I consider myself a poet, writer
Writing, my preferred medium
So I just keep writing...
I keep thinking and wanting to speak and not speaking.
I choose to write b/c I cannot be interrupted
and I can word my thoughts and see them and
still make a final decision before I share them
With you, with the world...
that's why I consider myself a poet, writer
Writing, my preferred medium
So I just keep writing...
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
You & I
Office Space and Little Miss Sunshine
Ben Kweller and coffee shops
The shortest bridge in Bowling Green
- (that should belong only us)
Kisses in the rain & on the picnic table
...every where we can.
Pennies on the train track
Plans: skipping town & visiting Paris
September 5th; I know what that is!
September 14th ...I remember that one too.
Longest time apart: four days
...next time 2 weeks (I couldn't take it!)
Albino Squirrels and Lions that are King
Swinging
(Zenon, Shawna, and other strange People)
Holding hands.
Being cute and gross.
Ben Kweller and coffee shops
The shortest bridge in Bowling Green
- (that should belong only us)
Kisses in the rain & on the picnic table
...every where we can.
Pennies on the train track
Plans: skipping town & visiting Paris
September 5th; I know what that is!
September 14th ...I remember that one too.
Longest time apart: four days
...next time 2 weeks (I couldn't take it!)
Albino Squirrels and Lions that are King
Swinging
(Zenon, Shawna, and other strange People)
Holding hands.
Being cute and gross.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Awkward
I sit.
You
walk past
me.
You don't
look
at me.
I sit
awkwardly.
You walk
past
quickly. I
look down
You
look up
We avoid.
You
walk past
me.
You don't
look
at me.
I sit
awkwardly.
You walk
past
quickly. I
look down
You
look up
We avoid.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Awkward Silence
What's it mean to 'feel' the tension in a room?
How can it be sensed?
You know it's there
is it a personal thing?
Does everyone have to feel equally awkward?
Or is it something that can actually be sensed by all?
How can it be sensed?
You know it's there
is it a personal thing?
Does everyone have to feel equally awkward?
Or is it something that can actually be sensed by all?
Monday, December 04, 2006
I am Capable
I am female
I am young
I am beautiful
therefore I know nothing (relevant)
especially not anything technical
I am angered when old men
know something only by their age
and gender
It irritates me
makes me want to strangle someone
It is just a pet peeve of mine
A pet peeve of a beautiful
young
woman
I am young
I am beautiful
therefore I know nothing (relevant)
especially not anything technical
I am angered when old men
know something only by their age
and gender
It irritates me
makes me want to strangle someone
It is just a pet peeve of mine
A pet peeve of a beautiful
young
woman