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


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Personal Ad

WANTED:
Distant and emotionally unstable man. If you're inconsiderate of others, but will cling to me night and day, please call now! If you never like to leave the house, or just can't decide, let's stay in and let you molest me - I mean watch a movie.
CALL NOW


A joke personal ad tailed to my string of past experiences.

Air

What is this?
What now?
Am I just blindly grasping at thin air?

Friday, September 03, 2010

Pretty, Shiny Things

Perhaps,
the best way
to deal with my stress
and frustration
is to take
all my clothes off
and
put on
lots of fancy jewelry

Fight
my depression
with pearls
and jewels
and pretty, shiny things

Have
a drink or two
just to chill the nerves

Anyway, Perhaps

There are always choices to be made
Some are more difficult than others

Love.
Tears.
Apart.

Fear of arrival
Un or announced

I cannot lie to you
I cannot even stretch truths

You know me
You read me
You love me

What is love, anyway?

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Reality

I'm not even sure,
I recognize reality
anymore

Reality. What is it?

The present situation,
occurring physically,
in real time?

Does it also include thoughts?
...relating to past, future
Does it also include dreams?
...daydreams or nights recently had

It is not reality,
nothing happened.
Unless reality can include
such intangible concepts.

But what is reality?
Can you really recognize?
Reality?

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

It's really much worse than you think

It's really much worse than you think
The black is a darker shade than you can see

This silence that you force upon me
Is a testament to your unknowing actions

Finding myself shoved into the depths
A hole this deep, only I could have dug

Monday, August 23, 2010

Fear Of

It is not fear of change.
It is fear of loss.

Fear of taking advantage of a good thing;
flushing it away

Fear of loosing something good.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Exhaustion

The exhaustion closes in
Stealing the light from my eyes
The life from my lungs

Monday, August 16, 2010

August

Sometime in August
I decided I loved you
I haven't spoken it
It is my guarded secret
This is its first escape
From the confines within

Saturday, July 31, 2010

*July*

...was a total failure for writing and a very crazy time in my life.