Friday, February 7, 2014


I don't know who,
But someone lied to me.
Someone lied to me to get me here.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
And now,
What I really want to do is to roll up in a ball of fear.
I want to scream,
But that's all part of growing up, dear.
This isn't how it was supposed to be.
Somebody definitely lied to me.
They hung the steak-bone in front of face,
Just to reveal that there was a noose at the end of this race.
All of you lied to me.

Status Update

So, I don't know if I do have some random readers that happen to read when I randomly post at extremely random times, but if so, I would love to get random comments on my writing or these type of post. Basically, I've been super busy (as usual), and I typically write the things I post on here within like 5 seconds of when I write them. If you notice, in the previous sentence, I used the word "like" almost as if I was dictating to the computer (but I'm not, apparently I type like I talk). Anyhow, I don't know if any of you have seen the Disney movie "Frozen", but it is the best movie ever. None of this really relates to writing (other than the parts that do). I was listening to this poetry slam, it was pretty awesome. (Abrupt subject change). I'm in Drivers Ed. Show of hands for all of you who care. (Is that the friendly chirp of crickets I hear?) Oh there are so many of you. Anyways, I just felt the need to give you a status update, and now that I have.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

An Ode to my Week

This is that kind of week.
I shouldn't have to explain what kind of miserable terrible kind of week it is,
But I just did.

The week that begins with Monday.
The week that ends with Monday.
The never-ending cycle of doom that sucks us into it's misery.
It's that type of week.

This type of week,
The Monday type of week,
Makes me think all kinds of violent thoughts that include knives and death and murder and pulling out your eyes.
It's the type of week that makes me want to stomp my feet and scream and throw my hands up in defeat.

I hate these types of weeks,
These Monday weeks.
If I could have one wish,
I would get rid of the miserable terrible Monday kind of weeks like this.
Each week would be the type of Friday week,
The one that lets you take a breath of fresh air.
A Friday week,
The kind of weeks that let you free.
One of those weeks right before a vacation where you'll have too little to do.
That's the kind of week I wish to seek.
One that won't make me stomp, or scream, or throw my hands up in defeat,
But no!
It had to be a stupid Monday type of week.