Round 1 of the summer poetry tournament (though we near fall?) is to write a simple limerick.
It had to be about a pet peeve, and it had to be funny.
Mine I called 'Please, No More'.
Oh how you mistreat me Protagonize,
You lure me in then feed me lies,
I fall in love with an author’s diction,
To find I’ve wandered into Twilight fan-fiction,
And wake my family with screams and cries.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Why I'll Miss Summer.
I sat in the sand, admiring the beach
And all of life's glories that come to it.
My wandering eye caught the glimpse
Of one of California's great treasures
Gliding past me,
Man, that ass did sway.
It swayed like a palm tree in a cool breeze,
It swung like some low, heavy jazz,
In a dark, candle lit corner
Of a city block, men in buttoned shirts
Women in low-cut, slimming black dress.
Their own asses grooving
In leather-skinned booths,
Filled with laughs, craving cigarettes,
Craving more gin.
Man, what an ass.
But she never looked back.
Probably for the best.
She would never see the great John Ellis Ranger,
Not the musician, poet, conqueror of the world.
No.
Just a dog, wide-eyed and grinning like an idiot.
And all of life's glories that come to it.
My wandering eye caught the glimpse
Of one of California's great treasures
Gliding past me,
Man, that ass did sway.
It swayed like a palm tree in a cool breeze,
It swung like some low, heavy jazz,
In a dark, candle lit corner
Of a city block, men in buttoned shirts
Women in low-cut, slimming black dress.
Their own asses grooving
In leather-skinned booths,
Filled with laughs, craving cigarettes,
Craving more gin.
Man, what an ass.
But she never looked back.
Probably for the best.
She would never see the great John Ellis Ranger,
Not the musician, poet, conqueror of the world.
No.
Just a dog, wide-eyed and grinning like an idiot.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Epiphany.
"Life is a path, lit only by the light of those I've loved" - Johnny Cash.
It's sad that it takes so much horrendous news for one to have such a simple epiphany about life.
It wasn't until I was breaking down, and the handful of people I could talk to about it were asleep (or refusing to talk to me at 2am) that I fully realized even with all my friends, I am still truly alone unless I let people in, and love them back.
That's always been the hardest word for me, and when people say it to me my usual response is to awkwardly chuckle, and say 'ok'. Or if asked if I love them, my response has habitually been 'no'.
I'm not one of those damn silly hippies that can run outside and claim to love everybody, that's just not possible and defeats the whole purpose.
However, for all of my friends that have been there for me these past years, to have my back through all my weird shit, and not be afraid to joke or poke fun of it after, I am proud to be able to say that I love you all.
It's sad that it takes so much horrendous news for one to have such a simple epiphany about life.
It wasn't until I was breaking down, and the handful of people I could talk to about it were asleep (or refusing to talk to me at 2am) that I fully realized even with all my friends, I am still truly alone unless I let people in, and love them back.
That's always been the hardest word for me, and when people say it to me my usual response is to awkwardly chuckle, and say 'ok'. Or if asked if I love them, my response has habitually been 'no'.
I'm not one of those damn silly hippies that can run outside and claim to love everybody, that's just not possible and defeats the whole purpose.
However, for all of my friends that have been there for me these past years, to have my back through all my weird shit, and not be afraid to joke or poke fun of it after, I am proud to be able to say that I love you all.
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