Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Missing in Action

I used to have lots. 
Now I only have a few. 
Damn all the Sock Gnomes!

*Sigh* Another day, I can't find any socks. I used to have white ones and black ones and even the calf-high striped socks. Now I barely have any at all.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Auto-Correct Me

Copy the good times.
Undo all my past mistakes.
Auto-correct me.

Like so many others, I wish my life away. It would be so much better if life were as easy to edit as a text message.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Honey Badger Don't Care

Nom nom nom babies!
The honey badger don't care.
It takes what it wants.

Hungry Soul

sadness devours me,
consuming my happiness
until i'm empty

Basically I feel hopeless about 80% of the time. I used to be able to distract myself from it, but it's becoming more difficult as time passes. Bills pile up, feelings get hurt, and I begin disappointing people whom I care about. Medication helps for the first few hours of the day, but the afternoon gets dark pretty fast. Maybe someday I'll not feel this way.

I Wish I Could Quit You

Sweet Dr. Pepper's
tasty tons of calories
add to my spare tire.

I've been trying to lose weight for quite a while now. Only recently have I had any success. One of the most daunting obstacles in my way is my apparent addiction to full sugar drinks like Dr. Pepper. The 250 calories per bottle, not to mention the price tag of at least $1.25/day ($37.50/month) are the main reason I stay fat and poor. I wish I could quit you...

Go to Hell Jack Frost!

Snow falls way too hard
and ruins all weekend plans.
Go to hell Jack Frost!

I can't remember what happened that made me angry at Mr. Frost. Ah well.

Blue Christmas

Christmas makes hearts sore 
remembering my Grandpas. 
I hope they are proud.

My grandfathers were very important to me. I didn't spend enough time with them, or show them enough interest, but they were both the most influential men in my life. 

-Bill Martin
-Cliff Daniels


Time keeps sprinting by, 
faster and faster it runs.  
Until time runs out.

The older I get, the more mortal I feel. 

Little Giant

You are a giant, 
rudely stomping everything. 
Nobody likes you.

We all know a person like this. Someone who feels entitled to everything and treats everyone else like they're servants. They consume and destroy without ever considering anyone but themselves. The worst thing about this type of person is that they nearly always feel victimized by others. I'm no expert on irony, but I think this applies. 

Once More with Less Feeling

Once, I loved music. 
Now it seems lost in the din 
of life's symphony.

    When I was young, music was very important to me. I constantly had to have music playing, whether I was working, driving, walking or having sex. I really identified with the lyrics and the sounds of the songs made me have strong emotional reactions. I can't believe how much of an effect that it had on me in many ways.

    These days, however, I don't really take much time for music. Occasionally I'll get in the mood to listen, but I mainly play things I liked back when I loved music. It's not that I think today's music is crap, like some old fart (which I am). Like so many people in the world, I just don't care enough to get to know it. I'm busy. I'm stressed. And I find it more and more difficult to relate to any of the poetry I hear in music, even in the songs I used to love. 

Time to be Me for Me

I have lived my life
Worrying about others
It's time to let go


    Lots of people are constantly stressed about a multitude of things. For some it's work, for others it's relationships, and these are just two of the stress points in most people's lives. Those things are constant. We have to work and we have to have relationships. 

   One stress point that most of us have (that we could all do without) is how we worry about what others think of us. "Oh no, I said something embarassing!" "I can't go up there and dance, someone might think I look stupid." "I can't possibly ask her/him out. If she/he said no, then people would think I'm a loser."  

    The truth is, yes. There are plenty of judgmental pricks out there who are so insecure that they look down on others to make themselves feel better. What we need to ask ourselves is this. "Should we care what they think?" 

    So you said something embarrassing. It's not the end of the world. In fact, the only reason it's embarrassing is that you CARE what those pricks think. Just laugh with the rest of the crowd. We all mess up and say dumb things. Worrying about what others think just holds us back and hurts ourselves. It keeps us from leading happy lives and makes us feel trapped and worthless. 

    I say these things because I see that they are true. I am currently in the process of TRYING to forget the pricks. It may be a long process, because letting go of these old habits can be difficult. I will get there. I don't want to live my life for them. I want to live my life for me.