Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I Hope You Enjoy!

The finale is here and no one can witness it. I am sitting at my tablet counting down the words until this is done. Something is on the television that does not matter. My love is asleep soundly while I am at work to finish my tiny masterpiece. After this is through, life will continue and I will most likely stay up longer pondering my next move.

I have always lived and died by "sleep is for the weak," but no longer. The more rest I obtain, the better my words come to me without hesitation. I work through nights to finish what I start. Accomplishment for me are all to simple the past couple years. I believe I need to change that in the preceding.

I would I could write more that I would make this flow smoothly, but what is the point. Prose poems all over the place. It is too late to turn this into some haiku, Shakespeare sonnet or ode. I wrote those along the way and I am pleased with how everything turned out. I assure myself that it will all be edit in time for my next project.

I hope you enjoy!

This is it, my very last poem for the year. Thank you everyone who read. It does not matter to me if you kept up, I just enjoyed your company. I enjoy writing because it is what I like to do. It is my hobby and I will probably never stop. I have written a short (very rough) book this year and a year worth of poetry. My life has been all over the place. I have a lot of plans for next year and may consider doing this again. As my tag line has always said: I hope you enjoy!

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

I want to make a change in my life
So why not kick it off with the new year
While everyone goes to the gym
I will be eating happily on my couch
Running a marathon sounds easy enough
My training will consist of walking
I hear people will try to use social media less
Well, my goal is to check it at least once an hour
All the bars in my area do not allow smoking
So I better smoke up even more before going
College loans are starting to stack up
But my credit limit is so high right now
I really hate my meaningless job
Maybe I should find a new one after I get fired
There is a new family moving in right next door
And they have a hot daughter my age
My new years resolution is to help others
Who would like to get with me later

I wonder if people are making their new years resolutions. I do have some, but they are not this horrible. I hope everyone makes their resolutions meaningful and helpful.

I hope you enjoy!

Take The Easy Way Out

There is an easy out
Give up and head home
Why do my emotions get the best of me
Every time I come to class
I understand nothing
The teacher is speaking a foreign language
Most days I ask my neighbor for help
I get many mean looks
But none of them are accommodating
I have had someone ask to borrow my notes before
She was cute and the only girl to ever talk to me
When I told her that I did not have any notes
She never spoke to me again
Each quiz I take in this class
I fail miserably
My home is not far
A forty-five minute drive sounds nice
I try to participate as much as possible too
The final exam sounds like it will be hard
I better go talk to my teacher
This is the last week before grades are in

I was not this person while attending college. However, I believe a large population of the student body does this. They do not try and get help before it is too late. There are a ton of resources.

I hope you enjoy!

I'm Almost Done

As time flew by
I think of the time
I have spent here

Each day was the same
Nothing changed
I used three devices

None out weighed the other
All were portable
In their own ways

I enjoyed our late nights
Staying up all hours
To write another after another

I have used everything
All my references
And terrible puns alike

The time is almost up
And it has been a fun ride
Something bigger is next

I cannot believe I am nearly done with this long adventure. I did not write every single day like I should have, but I will write 365 poems in one year. I always caught up when it counted.

I hope you enjoy!

Tigers Over Texas

Tigers over Texas was the plan
We bring in all different kinds of Tigers
From all over the world and show them off
However, when I say Tigers, I meant real ones
Why is someone named Tony here
Who is Dey and why is he throwing a football
Can Calvin please get ahold of that Tiger
Stop this Tiger from jumping everywhere
That Tiger is nothing but a house cat
Get that baseball out of his Paws
Where is the live Tiger we were promised

This sounds like something Texas could mess up. An exhibit asking for popular Tigers and instead, we get fictional ones. Can you name all the references?

I hope you enjoy!

An Upset Stomach

I roasted a pig under my truck
The wife came out and screamed "Oh, Yuck!"
I told her the taste is out of this world
She nearly believed me and let out a hurl

I asked a neighbor if they had any napkins
They did not hear me as I yelled like a captain
My wife was still spilling out all of her guts
The more she sees it, the more I'm out of luck

I flagged down a neighbor coming home from the grocery
I yanked for some bags until they hit me with hosiery
They were not too happy as they told me to get off their lawn
It is time to panic since my wife won't last long

Finally some clothes that were flung in the street
I darted for them stumbling over my own feet
As I arrived a young child yelled to his mother
Who cares what they see, my wife is out of order

I gave my wife some children's clothes I found
She started to vomit even more with a frown
I took the shirt that I gave my poor wife
It smelled like dog shit, that ended my life

I decided to have fun with this one. Sure it is nasty, but it was still fun to write. I hope you do not have a weak stomach when you read this.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, December 30, 2013


The turbulent wind
Pushes me toward the Springtime
Birds can't handle this

Haiku time. I think it has been awhile since I wrote one. I am trying to get better at them.

I hope you enjoy!

Never Listen

Roughhousing around the shed sounds like fun
Until someone gets hurt
Rodger tried to tell Peter to stop
But things tend to get worst when Peter is around

Once Peter took a pellet gun and shot the shed
Unknown to the fact that his pet ferret was inside
That little fellow no rests in peace because of him
Rodger hates him for that

The house is a wreck thanks to Peter
His hyperactive lifestyle makes it rough on their mother
All of the furniture is stained and each chair is scuffed
Peter loved to ride around the house in a chair
Peter was running away from Rodger when he tripped
Unfortunately, Peter was supposed to pick up the tools around the shed
He feel straight onto a rake
It was spiked right through his head

Dumb boy.

I hope you enjoy!

Married To The Job

A lucky rabbit's foot dangles from her ear
She has beautiful brass rings on her fore fingers
On top of her collarbone lies a diamond pendant
Its chain resembles her golden hair, thin and pungent
Her ring fingers are empty for no one has proposed
She has obtained all of her jewelry from clients

One day as she was seeing a client for the tenth time
He proposed to her with a beautiful white gold ring
Before she could say yes, she had to call someone
The terrible person on the other line said it would cost
She took the ring and said yes jumping with joy
The man was going to have to pay for her release

The terrible person who was on the line accepted his cash
She fell in love with him as she once fell in love before
The clientele was much cleaner and sweeter
Pay was better than ever and she could afford more jewelry
She was married to her job no matter the expense

I saw a lucky rabbit's foot on a keychain while watching a television show. It kind of went from there off the deep end.

I hope you enjoy!

What Plaque

Ruthless, reinventing, redeem
A plaque represents your future
It guides you to your destination
Helps you obtain jobs worth mentioning
This plaque can make or break you
If you choose wrong, life may be hard
Obtaining the perfect job may take time
Learning from your mistakes
Will only make you stronger
Until the government is after you
Try not to fret with an overqualified job
Payoff your debt then obtain a new plaque

Jobs are hard to come by. When people get a degree they want, but cannot find a job in that field, it sucks. I hope they find one (I luckily did, and miss it now), but it will take time.

I hope you enjoy!


I am reminded of a journeyman
He roamed the land searching
Longing for his one true love
The lengths he went to find it
Is unbearable to the curable
His love would be bestowed
Only to the few manageable
He slept many nights under
The beautiful crescent moon
Instead of asking for directions
He traveled south until he
Reached the salty sea and beach
His love was waiting for him
In the shallowest part of the ocean
He dove right in and finally found
His one true love: dazzling sea urchins

Something is highly wrong with fellow. My girlfriend inspired me for this poem. I remember at the Christmas party we were at that there was a sea urchin decoration that she pointed out.

I hope you enjoy!

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Sideways Father

The tantalizing baby cheers her father on
She cries, laughs, and hops for joy
The world is a big unknowing to her
Without hesitation, she falls by the wayside
Her father is now sideways and she giggles
Never has she seen her father like this
She starts to drool from one end of her mouth
Her feet are looking for balance
Her father comes over and picks her up
She left the floor faster than ever before
The room looked eerily familiar
A man she has seen before appeared
He held something she could not recognize
The pain was unbearable and she screams
This goes on for years to her understanding
She is calm when she sees her father sideways again

I wonder what goes on in a baby's head. I doubt newborns think like this, but getting the feel of how they see could be marvelous.

I hope you enjoy!

The Forbidden River

The river flows with the inability to create new life
Only pure, bland, clear water roams these lands
Animals drink the water while people worship it
The people know that if they have a drink
A great evil will be bestowed upon the village
Once, a weary travel drank from the forbidden river
Instead of dying from the tasteless water
His family was plagued and soon died upon his return
The surrounding animals never faced dire consequences
They drank it like it was their only life source
Much later, people tried to drink from the river once again
This time they decided to test its nutrients and detain it
They had thousands of trucks absorb the water
With each test, they knew it could be a liable resource
The more they drain the water, the more the inhabitants died
Instead of cursing just one person or group of people
This water source is cursing the world

I thought about a river and went from there. I hate how we use so much water. We will most likely kill ourselves by the loss of water before pollution.

I hope you enjoy!

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Summer Vacation

I wonder what rock bottom feels like.
It sounds pointy and cold.
In fact, my father hit rock bottom recently.
It was around the time my mother sued him.
She called these men to make him pay lots of money.
I remember hearing the word “Bank Upsey.”
It sounds very similar to when I used to ask to be picked up.
I have no idea why my father cries all the time.
When I see him cry, I hug him.
That was my summer vacation.

Talk about a crappy vacation. I feel bad for this kid.

I hope you enjoy!

Italic Meetings

Infidels, lend me your ears
No, Bob, you are not an infidel
Tony, yes, you are one
Mary, I’ve told you every day of our existence what you are
Brother Michael, who is not really my brother, you are not
Little Sally, your mother can answer that question
Bobbie, I told you before, you are not an infidel
Father Zachery, why would you be considered an infidel
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, yes, you are one
Linda, are we not related
No people, our canines have no say what they are
Why would they be for or against this issue
Felines, let’s say they are for, actually
Is everyone done talking aloud
Infidels, it has come to my understanding that
No, for the third time Bob, you are NOT an infidel

This is an experimental poem I was working on when coming back home from Portland. I could not really think about what to write, so I decided to make it a speech about infidels.

I hope you enjoy!

The Flock

A rebel by day, a do-gooder by night
I flourish the sky with adolescence
Flight school was hard at first
But I graduated top in my class
I have thirty confirm hits
All in a twenty day period
I am most proud of bulls eyes
They are never easy since
The wind and human’s speed
Can be erratically different
The younger the human
The more predictable the shot
I take precedence with each confirm hit
I try to holler for fellow comrades
One day, I will fly into a home
And show these humans who I really am
Wait, what is this, finally an opening
Don’t be fooled George
There is an invisible force field

I have dreamed of flying someday. As a bird though? No. However, I do hope this goes on in their head.

I hope you enjoy!

Different Sex Marriage

Stop-Motion commuting from one place to another never gets old
Her fever is high and if I am not there, her old bag of a mother tends to her
Not to say her mother is unthinkably he worst woman in the world
But in this terrible reality, she is undoubtedly the worst person in the world
It all started when I asked her daughter for her hand in marriage
Word got out about my past life that I am not proud of, an experimental stage
My past boyfriends would most likely appreciate my current find and catch
In matter of fact, she has met some of my past lovers who enjoy poking fun at me
A story here and there is not so bad, until they come off snobby and jealous
I like to think of myself as a catch unless the tides breaks just right
Then, and only then, do I like to do the fishing since my wife was a hard one to handle
When she found out about my rocky past with passions that seemed abnormal
She was scared, horrified and crying day-in and day-out until she finally broke
We stopped seeing each other for a good month or two until I built up the courage
I explained to her that thing are different, life has worked in mysterious ways
We both grew up catholic and while I may be looked down upon
I want her to hold her head up high since my life is much better with her
Again though, her mother does not agree with any of my sediments
I have been yelled at, hit, cursed, and most recently, shunned from her church
No bother though because I love my wife and will protect her from someone so evil
My mother taught me to always cherish whoever I love no matter gender or race

I am not sure what was going on in my head. I think this is a pretty interesting story out of many things I have written.

I hope you enjoy!

Only God Forgives

The reverend always told me to never fight
God will save me, he will touch the sinful
And smite all who stand in his or my way
I was in my first fight at age twelve
I followed my reverend’s orders
And did not take a swing at the bigger bully
Instead, I prayed so hard that I was speaking
The bully told me I was saying gibberish
Which was not true at the time
I was praying for the bully’s soul to burn
Burn in hell along with every wrong-doer
He laughed in my face and knocked me down
I was on my back for nearly five minutes
And my face was blown up like a balloon
I spoke to the reverend and told him what happened
He said I did the right thing, by not hitting back
I reiterated the fact that I prayed so hard
Yet, God did nothing to help me in my time in need
The reverend said something that I will never forget
“Only God Forgives”
From that moment on, I decided to not only pray
For my enemies and a swift death
I made sure of their death to be quick

The movie inspired me on this one. Only God Forgives is a classic in my book even if it hard to understand and follow.

I hope you enjoy!

The Pulse

Rummaging through the undercarriage
I come upon a rifle with three bullets left
How I use them now comes down to fear
I fear the horrible outcome of my family
Uncle Pete and Aunt Rose may be dead
Luckily, my wife has taken the children
I pray that they made it to Canada safely
I cannot take another casualty after tonight
My group broke apart and scattered
I am only with three strangers and their dog
We met outside of Williamsburg two nights ago
Our food is scarce and sickness is starting to set in
These three bullets could end our lives right here
I am not sure how much longer I can journey
The government said this was temporary
Until you see your neighbors peering
Aching, oozing, disembodied, wanting
To eat you and anything with a pulse

I am not sure where the inspiration came from on this poem. I was probably thinking about zombies.

I hope you enjoy!


Head, shoulders, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Run, faster, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Zigzag, side-to-side, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Water, dive-in, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Safe, surface, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Snakes, alligators, bees, oh know
Oh know

There were a lot of children on the flights I was on. I decided to make a song out of it. Also, Oprah's bees fiasco gif is just brilliant.

I hope you enjoy!

A Love Letter

Dear Love, I cherish the afterthought your afterbirth. The child shall be strong like me and cunning like you. I apologize if our child becomes nothing more than a homicidal maniac; it does run in the family. My great-aunt Gretchen once killed the neighbor’s dog for frolicking in the bushes late in the evening. Her half-brother Bill sliced the ear off his childhood friend because he would not listen to a word he said.

Of course, they are not the worst in the bunch. I remember seeing my brother, Lenard, kill rodents for the fun of it. If one appeared in our midst, I prayed for it to run as far as its little legs could. My step-mother, Denise, once removed, enjoyed sawing dolls head’s off. She thought that each one had a living spirits inside of it. My sister, Darla, never had a complete doll in her childhood.

My Love, do not worry though. I do not have any weird problems like the rest of them. I may be crazy, but I am crazy in love with you. The jury had me all wrong. I did not run over any bystanders in that church parking lot. They jumped in front of our SUV while I tried to dodge them the best I could.
Not Crazy, Your Loving Husband
Prison Inmate 251025

I am not sure how this prose poem came to mind while I was on the plane. It was a fun one to write though.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, December 20, 2013

Fasten YOUR seat belt while seated

These words scare the living shit out of me
My intuition screams for me to change each phrase
Why can't the seat be more friendly and familiar
That is much better since it feels more personal
Oh know, every chair needs to be fixed now
I hope when I call the flight attendant
They do what I did since I already feel insecure
Remember, the customer is always right
Where is my goddamn drink with complementary nuts

I hate what is written on the seats as you can tell.

I hope you enjoy!

Where To Next

The tackiest of tacky seats stare back at me
Each line portrays a different color of sunlight
I am tired of staring at these seats
They tell me to go here and there, without hesitation
Whenever I have a break, I am normally sitting
With the tacky seats oozing with excitement
I believe they scream for my eyes to be onlookers
No matter how hard I hit them, they keep their shape
It is unworldly how these seats never have creases in them
People sit in them constantly, probably doing the same thing as me
I have one job and that is to stare at the back of this seat
Every plane ride is exactly the same
I hate my job

The seats in the planes sucked. I hated staring at them since they all looked the same. Long plane rides can make you go insane.

I hope you enjoy!

You Know, Someone Famous

In mid-flight, the unimaginable happened
I saw him staring back at me with those blue eyes
Did he notice when I glanced elsewhere with confusion
He yelled for me to come over, but I acted like I didn't hear anything
A piece of paper fell into my lap as I stared at my tablet
The paper said, "I know you know, so why don't you, you know"
I hate it when I see this phrase "you know"
Do people know when they use this phrase that the other person doesn't understand
The matter-of-fact could be that I know who he is
However, what can justify with just one stare
Even if I do know who he is, I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Does the "you know" mean for me to come over and appear knowledgeable of who he is
Maybe throw him under the bus and act shocked while others notice who he is
"You know" I do know who he is, but I choose not to visit with him
Those gorgeous blue eyes will have to find another onlooker
Another piece of paper fell into my lap
The paper said, "Thanks for noticing," signed, "You know"

I hate it when you think you see someone famous, and it is not them. The worst part is if you find someone who is semi-famous and want to be noticed.

I hope you enjoy!

The Unforgiving Wart

He worried about a wart that never seemed to disappear
He learned of the woman cheating on him with another woman
He wished he could disappear like his father did the day he asked for forgiveness
He understood the meaning of love, life and the pursuit of happiness
He talked everything over with his mother when it came to Jesus
He acknowledged the unknown, but discovered what it meant to be a shadow
He wanted everything, yet wanted everyone to have everything else
He tried to give it his all with no hearts in sight, nor ears, nor mouths
He cried when he heard the song that reminded him of her
He worried more about his wart that needed to disappear
He grabbed a knife and made that wart disappear

Not sure what inspired me to write this. Maybe a wart popped into my head and I thought I should write about it. It sounds more like a lament than anything, maybe an ode.

I hope you enjoy!

A Belligerent Child

Life, unknown to the belligerent child
Sighs in happiness, shrouds in its sleep
The world is more than their sea or oyster
Unexpected events will cause them succeed and fail

Mother and father can calm the child
But what of the future mistakes that will question society
Consequences must be taught through self-pity
Broken hearts will mend the weaklings, the undesirables

Once the child finds a worthy accompanist
Mother and father will no longer matter
The younger the other child the worst off the parents
The older the other child the worst off the parents

Parents cannot win, only fall between the core and weeds
They can guide their child, raise them as they were
But who will resistant who, a thin line drawn
If the parents disobey, the child will do the same

The belligerent child chooses to find happiness
Their parents will be by their side through success or failure
While the world starts to come apart at the seams
The child understands that the world is their own

I wrote many of the upcoming poems on my plane ride from and to Seattle. I cannot remember much of the inspiration. I think a rowdy child on the plane helped me write this one.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Two Pronged Forum

A two pronged idea popped into his head
He saw it from one point while referring to a thread
The idea is contort with feelings aside
Abide by the laws is like being torn from the inside
He knew that the idea was an itch he had to scratch
Instead of writing from his own words, he created a match
This other personality was him twofold
A little more persistent and a little more controlled
He spoke with his heart with this new personality
The others would respond with a new mentality
People started following him more than before
He adored the new followers, but no one knew him anymore
His other personality was in shambles with no responses
People no longer questioned him with subtle nuances
Instead of closing that account, he let the other live in infamy
He let himself down instead of coming to an epiphany

I like to comments on some blogs and wonder if people make dummy accounts who like to be more controversial. It reminds of Ender's Game with the politics.

I hope you enjoy!

Icy Weather

Busted lip
Frozen hand
Broken ankle
Impatient bastard
Crossed street
Finally home

The other day during our ice storm, I walked half a mile to my apartment to get some milk. During that entire trip, I slipped seven times. I was not hurt, but I was scared I was going to get hurt. It was worth it though.

I hope you enjoy!

Time Off Until Seattle

Time off abides by nobody
The elements justify staying home
I will fly to a beautiful place
Where fish from the sea greet me
With a frown

I am about to leave for Seattle soon and I have been off from work for a very long time because of weather. It is time to update this blog!

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013


Making my way through the court, I see
A youngin looking at my clean sneaks
They depict a man jumping in the air
The child comes up and yells, "Jordan," I'm unaware
I told the child that it was just a man with a ball
The child was more fascinated with the fact I'm tall
He must think I am a basketball player withdrawn
My shoes look tight, sleek, and clean
The child proclaims I am wearing Jordan's unseen
I am still confused, but walk away
While the little child follows me around all day
I told him that I did not know of any Jordan
The child starts to cry, likewise I feel torn up
I pick up the child so he could dunk the ball
He hops around with glee from feeling so tall
The child approaches me and what does he say
"You are Michael Jordan," thanks for the cliche

I thought of a twist at the very end. The man wearing the shoes is actually LeBron James when he was very young. I am pretty sure that he wore Jordan's in his youth, so I thought I would let the child believe his was the real Michael Jordan. The best part is that LeBron is called the next Jordan too.

I hope you enjoy!

Grambling Gambling

The rambling man is a Grambling fan
Who lives and breathes Louisiana

Black and Gold, a ferocious hold
Tigers rise over opponents scold

The marching band performance unmatched
They play the big stage for presidencies parades

Willie Davis and Mr. Brown
Dominated the field and was the best around

Willis Reid was a prodigy
Who's style of play is a beautiful marquee

They opened their doors in 1901
Each year they always impress everyone

The rambling man never attended Grambling
But still lives and breathes Louisiana's gambling habits

I am not sure why I wanted to write about Grambling State University. It sounds like a great university after doing some research about it. I thought, why not have a man who rambles on about Grambling, but never actually attended. He just likes to bet on their games.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Formation

The formation is formality
Where as normality is fetal
A feminine roundhouse kick
To the juggler sends seniority
Back to the rocky stone ages
Once the past is recognized

The formation will tear away
Left flank and the write flank
Are open with no extremities
The next blow will prove fatal
Pressure points in particular
Will make any age cease to exist

The formation splits in two
Seamlessly apart for all the better
Destruction reins over all the lands
Where barren land promises more
Than any crops or rocks or faux
Only the future outcome remains

I believe this is one of my better poems that I have written lately. It may sound confusing, but each stanza and line do play off each other.

I hope you enjoy!

Purell Alcohol

Purell is no ordinary product
It is THE product for COLLEGE
Are your hand dirty
Do they have ink, lead or chemicals on them
Use Purell, the purest of ale
Oh, you see what I did there
Drinking ALWAYS intrigues the mind,
Bodily functions and procrastination
How else would students be able to study
Alcohol makes COLLEGE tolerable
With probability test happening less often
If I walk into this building at this time
What is the chance a Purell container will be there
Second-to-none actually

I've noticed at the campus I work at that Purell is EVERYWHERE. You cannot go into a building without seeing hand-sanitizer in the corner, at a front counter, or even near the bathroom.

I hope you enjoy!

A Nutty Grave

Darting across traffic
I search for my true love
She has a hard outer shell
But is still as a bug

She never gives me a headache
Unless she's buried underground
I start to frown if I can't find her
Sometimes I listen for a sound

I claw for her as fast as I can
She is buried deep into the land
I relieve her from this shallow grave
She is now mine and I can eat today

Squirrels are funny creatures. When they find a nut, they usually bury it as fast as possible. Then when they want the nuts, they claw furiously for it. Such cute little guys/gals.

I hope you enjoy!

Cinder Blocks Falling

Cinder blocks falling
From the chilled hazy blue sky
Peasants fear the cold

Oh, how I love the Haiku.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, December 2, 2013

Washington Football

The remainder of the season is pointless
Let's throw out the rookie instead
Rain, sleet or snow, he will get us through the year
What mistake is he making that will affect us
We want him to lose games, not win them
The more losses for this losing season makes us happy
Next year will be our year
We will have a healthy team with RGIII

I do not write many poems about sports, but I could not resist taking a shot at the Washington (insert racist name here).

I hope you enjoy!


Total destruction
To the hodgepodge scheme
The plan is foiled
It came apart at the seams
The driver is in between
The lies and king pins
His only sin is
Not coming clean
This redeeming quality
Will go unnoticed
The police will seize
With ease their atonement
A desperation getaway car
Behind the wheel afar
Being followed to the bar
A target on the driver
The right of passage
Is livelier than usual
One more drink before
The driver sees the light

I am behind with my poetry since I was solely working on my book I finished in one month (more on that later). I will do my best to update everything this week on here.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Aryan Brotherhood

Immediate family is not privileged to enter
Said the two ton guard at the foot of the hospital door
How does that even happen at a hospital
I thought family members were the only ones allowed in
My brother was caught in a fire and was nearly burnt alive
He has two giant guards watching his door as if he was part of something bigger
Of course, I am jealous of my brother since he gets all the attention
He went into the line of work that I was planning on attending
However, after seeing his stature, maybe I'll reconsider
I asked the guards if I could go in now, five minutes after the first time
Are you immediate family
Asked the dumbfounded guard even though I just talked to him
No, I am not immediate family, we have no blood relation
Then you are allowed in at once
I am so confused by our interaction, but did not question it
I walked into the room to find my brother peering out the window
He had bandages wrapped around his entire head, arms and legs
I asked him what happened and if he would be ok
My brother replied with a grin
A prison riot, six are dead, six are in intensive care, six men did all of this
The Brotherhood is out to get me it seems since this is the sixth time I have been here
If I die during the next prison riot, make sure mother knows it was for a good cause
Not some faction who believes in an unworthy cause
I promised my brother I would tell our mother a lie so she would not be scared
My brother is tough as nails, but being a guard and ex-prision inmate does not look good for him

I hope you enjoy!


I spot with my red eye too many people that will end up dying.
I can sense their fears, horrid nightmares and uneasiness.
The flight was supposed to take off hours ago, but the PA said no.
To my understanding, Hell takes decades to get to after death.
This purgatory is brutal since the oldest burial has lived half of his life here.
When a newcomer enters, the personnel graciously gives them a seat.
Unknowingly, they sit, fiddle with their cold dead hands, and go mad.
The wait is excruciating and the time is never-ending, Hellbent even.
Look out the left window, Hell is waiting for me to arrive.
Look out the right window, Hell does not seem so bad, when it revolves around lust.
I need to get out of here soon before I open the door and fall out of this plane.
Ding. "You may now remove your seat belts. We are approaching our destination."

I hope you enjoy!


My recreational sport involves over-thinking when necessary.
The science of the sport requires me to aim true without much movement.
If I let go with the correct trajectory, my target will be hit without pressure.
The resistance is only 18 grams or so with a crazy flight pattern.
It stabs my opponents in the heart each time I hit dead center.
Red, green and black is all the colors I need to see.
When it comes down to it, I lose all control when I stare long enough.
My mind is clear of all reasoning, I must hit the target.

I have been playing darts like a sap lately. I finally discovered a way to throw that is more beneficial so hopefully I can play to my level again. Wish me luck.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Hold Tight and Fly High

Hold tight and fly high
Accept nobody that is a sight for sore eyes
Look at their face, judge ferociously
If there is a blemish, act like a precocious child
A traitor to their own habits
When looking in the mirror, seeing a jabot face
Beauty never lies in the eyes of the beholder
Since the beholder is the same as the atonement
There is love and kindness in their heart
Yet, shallow rules over all
Be profound, do not judge inappropriately
Talk to them even with a roseate color under their eyes
Confide with them the attention they deserve
Hold their hand tight and fly high with them

I hope you enjoy!

Texas Chainsaw

Hey mama, said the adolescent with the chainsaw
What are you doing with that, asked the fearing mother
Nothing, said the soon-to-be mental patient
Can I have that, asked the forgiving parent they never asked for
Maybe later, said the "Rudimentary, My Dear" accent
I am going to run for my life, thought the redundant mother
You are going no where, said the overzealous young boy
Speak up before he kills you, thought the fearful mother
Your face looks pretty tonight, said the suicidal tendency persona
Thank you, said the crossed-eye woman staring at death
Goodbye mother, said the one named Leatherface

I am not sure how I came up with this one. I wrote it last week but forgot to post it. There is no real inspiration, I just wrote it.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

No Biggie, God

Doomsday is right around the corner.
If you don't believe me, take a peek.
As you can see, people are not worth saving.
I tell them to fall right off the side of the world.
While yes, it is a long drop, you will still be alive.
Just an eternity in the depths of hell, no biggie.
Are you asking if it is hot down there?
Not really, just tons of dudes in pain and misery, no biggie.
You say that you heard that someone's wife died,
And was taken to hell by accident?
Then the man went to hell to try to save her soul?
This sounds like a movie plot, but I don't make mistakes like that.
Many of your friends are down there waiting for you.
They have so much to tell you and want you to not worry.
They will take good care of you down there.
The end of the world is upon us.
Do not forget to tuck and role if caught on fire.
It may save your life for a little longer,
But at least you are getting out of the frying pan.
If you want to join me, try your best to stay calm.
It is a real testament to join me and my followers.
No biggie though, everyone has some place they must go.

I hope you enjoy!

All Hail Frog

I worship the green one
As you hop along the mossy trail
Let it be know that I will never fail you
Your skin is soft and mouth wide
I can never take my eyes off your hide
I will jump with you over a cliff
Grab food from a mid-air lift
Gift you not only riches but lily pads too
I do this because I worship you

I who has licked thee
Will see the future completely
Those spots on your back
Hypnotize me which produce facts
Life has meaning when I follow you
Into the depths of the murky water
Your eggs will be protected
By my keen benevolence
No one will mess up your eloquence

I am not sure what inspired me to write about a frog that was being worshiped. My book I am writing does mention things about different Gods, but I did not think of that while writing this.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Paying for College

A benefactor once came and took my hand
They not only relinquished gold and silver
But placed a beating heart in my palm
What was I supposed to do with this heart

I threw it away, not thinking about the consequences
I started having chest pains afterwards
My nervous system made it hard for me to walk
Blood was never going to my fingers

Each minute I wasted, my life was deteriorating
I had no idea that the benefactor gave me my own heart
It was right in front of me on a platter
And yet, I threw it away like it was nothing

My body cannot take this much longer
Where did my benefactor go
Can they gave me another heart
I need money to live

College is expensive. However, when people find out they are not getting money for a reason they had no idea about, they start freaking out. If you do not meet certain requirements, the money will not come to save you.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, November 18, 2013

Sweep the Leg Old Man

Corn stalks rise from the grave
And old man stalks his prey
The corn stalks try to pop
It makes the old man stop

Do not eat me, yelled the corn stalk
Eat me, yelled the popped corn
The old man did not know which to choose
He takes a handful of each and starts to loose it

Chomp, chomp, chomp, both are eaten
At the same time, this sweeten the deal
Kernels were being lodged in his mouth
Corn was stuck in all parts of his mouth

A mammoth corn stalk appears from the horizon
Why do you eat my children, asked the woman stalk
I eat for it told me to eat, I eat for it taste delicious
Get over here so I can eat you, explained the old man

The mammoth corn stalk starts to leap
Down she goes with a giant sweep
Her leaves that held her up are no longer there
The old man swept the leg, and all is fair

I did not know it would end like this, but The Karate Kid influenced me. Sweep the leg Johnny.

I hope you enjoy!

Kill Streak Wallet

Redeem twenty tokens
Said the futurist machine
That had metal eyeballs
Staring into my soul
It is my guilty pleasure
To play these games
I lose money every time
But it is so addicting
The control are simple
The gameplay is not creative
Why do I play such a plain game
Because it passes time
Go here and do that
Kill him or a scarier version of him
Boss battles are meticulous
Jump platform to platform
Watch a cut scene or two
Skip a cut scene or two
Continue killing everyone
This repetitiveness is what I live for
Gaming is my life
Take my twenty tokens
I am on a kill streak
My wallet is dying

Video games are everywhere right now. I am getting the Xbox One soon enough! I am pretty excited. However, I feel like gaming is wasting money at times. It is a very expensive hobby when you think about it.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, November 15, 2013

Haiku Sea

A ledge has a breeze
That pushes people to see
What is happening

Undermine the breeze
Stay put until the blue sea
Captures a seaman

The people might be
Scared to leap with a seaman
Drowning in the sea

The seaman is dead
People start to scream foresee
The sea eating me

Each stanza is a haiku. I wanted to do one haiku, but rather have an experimental poem instead.

I hope you enjoy!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Not Royals

But everyone is like goats teeth, gray goose, eating in the bathroom
Blood strains, blog grounds, tracking the hotel room
We don't care, we're buying Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody's like crystal, meth-bach, diamonds on your dime piece
Jet plain, eye lands, Tigger on a gold quiche
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love, a flare

I know I am not the only one who gets these lyrics confused. So I went a little further to stretch those lyrics. I pasted the real lyrics below, and as you can see, mine are better.

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal*, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

I hope you enjoy!

A Frozen Treat

There is no greater joy!

Than taking the first bite

Out of ice cream...

That is over one year old

The flavor does not matter
There is no flavor by now
If it was chocolate
It most likely taste like vanilla
Or an aged chocolate bar
Any spoon will bend with regularity
Hot water would turn it to mush
Maybe the trash is well suited for this

But wait!

It is ice cream...

That is over one year old...

I will eat it!

I bought some ice cream at the campus I work at. I looked on the bottom and I think it was made and had been in the freezer since 10/26. I was pissed when my spoon broke and the peanut butter was clumped together. I still ate it.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Squirrely Situation

A fat squirrel crawls into a dark space
He realizes that this is not his place
It was too late
A beaver crawls in and takes a chomp at him
Those two big front teeth nearly gave him a trim
The fat squirrel realizes this is his fate
But wait
There is a hole on the other side of the dam
He scurries away like he saw a man
The beaver is closing in, tail flapping left and right
It is too tight, thought the squirrel
He sucks in his gut and pushes his way through
I can see the light, blinded the squirrel
The beaver was stuck inside his dam
I will get you next time, he throws a tiny can
The squirrels looks down and what does he see
His large gut was missing
Winter is close and he weighed less than before
I better gobble up some nuts, and then sleep some more

I thought this was a nice poem. There are tons of squirrels on campus right now and tons of them are getting fat.

I hope you enjoy!


A lone pearl protrudes from her ring
She does not care for diamonds
Her dress is made of coral reefs
She does not care for a white dress
The veil looks as if she is under the sea
She does not care for a traditional veil
Her bouquet includes marine algae and seagrass
She does not care for a rose nor lily
There is not altar but the open sea
She does not care for a big wedding
Her husband is prince charming
She does not care for an average man
Snout-to-snout that touch and exchange
She does not care for hippocampus bargibanti

I thought about making this sound like the Little Mermaid, but then thought it would be funny if they were seahorses. The random inspiration I had to make this poem is hearing on the radio that Pearl Jam is coming to town.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, November 11, 2013

Nightmares On Campus

I walk around campus and what do I see
People walking, running, talking, laughing
The same old verbs that make me tired
Of watching students walk around campus

What if instead people were killing
Zombies raided the dorms
Werewolves controlled the parking lots
And Witches act as the Deans

A mangled body hanging from the parking garage
Two human eyeballs in a zombies mouth
Some sort of skeleton cloud above the school
This Hell might be Heaven on Earth for some

Instead of hurrying around campus
I may watch all of this unfold
Who would get away and why
This sounds like fun if you can survive

Halloween is over, but it is still fun imagining things like this on campus. I'm going to get the Xbox One and pick up Dead Rising 3. Maybe all this zombie madness inspired this poem. I cannot wait.

I hope you enjoy!

Parallel Phrasing

Tedious rumors are rumors until proven tedious
Relationship follies make football follies seem laughable at best
Players play meaningless sports with balls in play
Pens never erase like pencils but both spell words like pen and souls
Music never sounds musically sound until sound proves the music
A writer is inclined to write about writing techniques that require a writer
Phrasing a phrase is easier phrased than done

I had fun with this one. As you can see, everything is basically a circle. When it comes to much of the poetry I have read in the past, it does this circle. Instead of being straight to the point, it keeps on going round and round.

I hope you enjoy!

The Heartbeat

Horror in the eyes of the beholder
The heart never stumbles but it can tremble
If its beat stops, then life is over
But give it a scare and life experiences something new
That sensation, a fear rather than happiness
Run as fast as the heart can
Close the eyes and dream of it stopping all at once
Fear can consume the mind
Make the heart do unbelievable things
A rush of blood to other organs
While the throat clenches for air
Tiny hairs take a stand
Fingers tremble hard enough to drop
Terror seeps into the mind
Where the mind will never sleep
Thoughts rush to the heart
Creates a paranoia feeling
Where eyes wished they were in the back
Instead of the front
Horror brings upon many unfathomable emotions
It does not stop the heart
It keeps it going
Beating for its life

It was late when writing this and I started reading some H.P. Lovecraft inspired stories. I hope they don't scare me, but they probably will.

I hope you enjoy!

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Rainbow Pride

Red pride, killing prospect
Orange pride, filming concepts
Yellow pride, calling bomb threats
Green pride, drinking relapse
Blue pride, saving project
Indigo pride, ruling complex
Violet pride, sinking conquest

I took the main colors of the rainbow and made them into a poem. Now, each line represents something different to me. It is interesting that each color can remind of us something different.

I hope you enjoy!

Faux Box

I drop the sticks
Into a box
Hope they morph
Into a polygon
It does not matter
What shape or size
An enclosure is great
What is the prize
The polygon of course
With no way out
Place a dot inside
What is this lout
This is no polygon
The lines did not form
Pick up sticks
My feelings are torn
I was hoping for a shape
Instead I get nothing
Just sticks on the ground
My heart is rushing
I am playing with matches
They can create no fire
These sticks are useless
This box is a liar
The box said
It can make any shape
Create mass havoc
I must dictate
I drop the sticks
Into this box
They will not morph
What is this faux

Simple yet complicated. The rhyme scheme is easy to find, but what is the real significance of the box. Also, pick-up-sticks, anybody remember that game?

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Red, Green, White and Blue

Red, green and white
My nations flag that sways all day and night
I always get looks when I walk outside my house
People love to glare and yell at my spouse
Even though I am white, I support my woman's race
I make a case to my friends, and commend their demands
To cut up the red, green and white
My hairless chihuahua was on a leash outside
And someone stopped by to cut it lose
It let out a loud whimper, and was not at t bell
The poor little guy might have gone to hell
I miss him mucho, could you please, por favor
Not mess with mi family and me
We did not jump the boarder nor drive a hydraulic car
Not only did we take the test and became a citizen
We missed four questions on the test
And support this country more than the best
If you look to the right of our flag
You can see the red, white and blue
Let us support two nations and show our true colors
Red, green, white and blue

I am half-hispanic. If you look at me, I do not really look the part. I support both nations, but do not throw flags out their. I just hate that some people are being discriminated by their country and colors.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, November 4, 2013

Every Picture You Take

A picture in less than a thousand words
All I need is one word when looking at a picture of you
That sums up every picture I see you in
Your hair can be all over the place
Your hands could be mutilated into some weird sign
Your skin can be as red as a cherry
Whenever I look at you, all I see is beauty
I love looking at pictures of you
Especially the ones I am not in
Sure, you never asked me to be in a picture with you
But I do not mind
I am more of a onlooker than a poser
If you catch a glimpse of me in the background
I was not trying to photobomb you
I just was trying to get a better look at you
I love watching you

Freaky right? I am pretty sure there are people like this. Just ask The Police, they wrote a song all about this, in a weird way.

I hope you enjoy!

Free Agent

Blockbuster deals and one day rentals
I was once a star, but now I live in my car
They call me up from the shambles of life
To get back on the field and put up a fight
I never understood their reasoning
And small paycheck I'll earn
I do my job to the best of my abilities
But yearn for so much more
A ball is never thrown my way
I take up bench space during difficult times
If I am ever called in, it's not because I'm special
I only play on special teams since that is where
All the spare players go
If I make one tackle, my coach will not cheer
My buddies on the sideline hate me I fear
I come off the streets
Take the blunt of the force
I tackle my enemy and show no remorse
I am a free agent

How it would suck to be a free agent in football. If a team is desperate, they will pick someone up out of thin air. I bet there are players who lived in their cars before being called in. Football is my favorite sport, but I bet it has a lot of shadiness to it.

I hope you enjoy!

One Month

Writing, writing, that's all I do
I want to right a book
Just for you
It may be long
It may be bad
It's my understanding that it could be sad

This is a little teaser for everyone. I am writing a book at the same time updating these poems. The poem is more like a nursery rhyme making fun of someone. I have a lot of writing ahead of me.

I hope you enjoy!

Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Life of A Ramp

The ramp is meant not only for the educated
But for the prestigious of people
Back and forth
Forth and back
The ramp is looming over crowds
But can cause a stir when someone hits the ground
Wheels tend to ride the ramp
Going up and down
Down and up
People jump off the ramp constantly
Not really going anywhere though
People tend to throw a piece of wood around their body
Never knowing where it will move next
No one dies on the ramp
But breaking bones seems to be the norm
These gnarly people love to spin and fall
No matter what, the people get back up
Either on their own or from friends
This ramp is no game, it is a life for these people

I used to be really into skateboarding. I never learned it because I could never ollie, so I gave up on it. I wish I could go back to my youth and push myself to try harder at it.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

A Laughing Riot

In the shadowy distance
A colored figure lies waiting
He smiles real big with anticipation
His hair is green and teeth are near yellow
This is a captivating look
A picturesque Satan in the flesh
He has done cruel things to women and children
Any man that lurks around him will be tortured
His purple suit may seem off-putting
But that wretched smile of his feasts on fear
He laughs at everyone and despises bats
People ask who is with him all the time
And he never knows what to call her
Assistant, wife, girlfriend, acquaintance, pupil
Hell is everywhere when he starts to laugh
Do not be around him when he starts to laugh

At my office, we are doing superheroes as our Halloween theme. Well, the Joker is staring right at me.

I hope you enjoy!

Good Morn

Good M
Good Mo
Good Mor
Good Morn

I'm a
Hang on a
I prefer

Experimental poetry can be weirdly exciting. Basically, everything at the the top is a word or slang use of a word. The second stanza connects to the top. It is interesting how spell check does not need to be used in this. I really enjoyed this. I don't think I've done this yet, but it is possible.

I hope you enjoy!

Candy Fiend

Candy, we meet again
It is not everyday I consume you
But when I do, it is non-stop
The worst half of the year is upon me
Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas
The big three for eating terribly
People work out to lose weight
But gain it all back this late in the year
I fear that I cannot contain myself
These sweets make me grovel
Grovel with pain, happiness and sorrow
Tomorrow I may eat more or less
The next day will be the same
I am impressed I am not overweight
My teeth are not thanking me anytime soon
The more I eat you, the better you taste
Why does candy tease me, it's one big chase
I wonder if I have chocolate on my face

I have been eating a lot of candy lately. My office is full of it because of Halloween. I cannot wait until this "holiday" is over.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013


You highlight my life
Memories of yellow start to unfold
Dandelions, buzzing bees, heart of gold
This delicious aroma removes my blindfold
Your boldness, cunning and my mind is always running
Searching, wanting, holding you closely
With this mighty highlighter, I will find the answers
Remember each question and question each answer
No matter the challenge, I shall overcome
Over cumbersome to many, defined by none
The battle is over but the war still rages on
I want that letter more than anything
Give me the time, patience and I can do everything
I will study you until my last dying breathe
Who needs sleep, I will do that during death

I saw a highlighter, I wrote about it. I bet you thought it was about someone? Nope, this is about studying and getting the grade you want.

I hope you enjoy!


Once a day, I remove a staple from my skin.
I never understand how this happens,
But a staple always winds up deep in my arms.
It feels like they are holding me together
Each time I try to rip out another.
Many people have asked if it hurts,
But I do not feel pain anymore with how often I do this.
While it would be best to have a staple remover handy
I have to use my bare hands and paper clips.
I make the paper clip into a makeshift hook.
I pull as hard as possible until the staple comes out.
The funny part is that it hurts my fingers
More than it hurts my muscular hairless arms.
For whatever reason, I am always in bed when
I discover another staple embedded in my arm.
The walls are white with a white sheet blocking my view.
I never remember having the same roommate twice either.

I hate being in the doctors office. I believe I had staples once, but what really inspired this poem is the staple remover in front of me.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, October 28, 2013

White Out

Here is my pen.
Here is my paper.
Here is my          out?
Why don't you use a          , instead?
Try not to go       with the          out.
It         like you already started...
With my pen, I shall write          .
They will be         ,           and          .
The longer the          , the more              it sounds.
I dedicate this to my                .
May they         and             it like nobodies business.
Where are all the         ?
I hate          out.

Experimental poetry at its best, or that's what I like to think. Have you ever went "white out" crazy? I think some people are addicting to using the stuff, but not me.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, October 25, 2013

Fall Of Man

Fly like a birdie
Through windowless homes during
The deserted Fall

Haiku time. I decided to make the title coincide with the haiku itself. Why would homes have windowless windows? No glass? Something must have happened.

I hope you enjoy!

What Women Want

Certain qualities stick out among the rest
How big is your chest and posterior?
What is your wingspan and hairspan?
Is pain and loudness a factor?
Men know what they are looking for
Until they find it, they will never stop searching
These qualities may sound sexist, harassing, or shallow
But you can view these more as compliments
Women know what men want
If a man can have what a woman wants
Then a compliment can be superseded

I'm not sure how I thought about this. Reminds me of that one movie with Mel Gibson. Yes, it is a chickflick, but I had to watch a lot of those when I was younger.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Story Stein

A tyrants trident stuck something wretched
Tantalizing teachers shock students wildy
A tortured trout sizzling superbly while
Tomorrow's tale silently speaks wonders
Today's Tom Sawyer spends winnings
Taking testosterone, speed, swiftly waiting
Time trickles, startle some, withholding
Treacherous traps sucking slim women
Teen tables sit, stay, wiping
Temper tantrums sulky strings West

Alliteration, how I hate thee. However, I enjoy making things like this. Maybe I will add onto it someday. I think some of it makes sense.

I hope you enjoy!

The Natural You

If I had a camera, all I would do is take photos of you
No, not naked photos, I would never imply such a thing
I want to take pictures of the natural you
That's right, you without make up
You without noticing I am there
You being yourself, free as an art sculpture
That's a good way to look at you
You are art, you are my art
I see you for who you really are
Yes, you have inner beauty
But I want to show your outer too
When you are drying your hair after a shower
Starring out a window pondering about your homework
Driving to a meeting jamming out to some tunes
These moments and more represent a lot of who you are
Photographs are for us to maintain these memories
Everyday I spend with you, I mentally take a picture
But I want to show you what I see
The natural you, a natural beauty

I want to own a good camera someday. However, my phone will have to do for now.

I hope you enjoy!

Left Wrist Problems

Pain flourishes in the tiniest of places
It can take days, months or even years to recover
Life works in mysterious ways, and the body adapts
An open wound attacks the molecular system
Where as a broken bone relapse can create problems later
Each popping sound means that age is dismantling the body
When hair falls out, it should be the least of worries
Aches in the stomach and head can be cured
Life without pain is nothing to pitty
Acceptance is the hardest part

My right wrist is not feeling too well. Most of my poems I will post from now on will be with only my left hand.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, October 21, 2013

Friday, the 18th

My day started off nice without a hitch
I went to work, gathered my thoughts, studied
Who knew that today would be different
I was called out many time that day
For unseen, unfortunate events
I said this, they said that, I had a wiffleball bat
I read wrong, that does not belong, I answered the wrong
These little things did not tend to mattter
Since my focus was what to come after the job
Throughout the day, my luck was in place
My thoughts were clearer than ever
And I was doing just fine
When it reached five, things took a turn for the worst
I was late, the doors would not close
I feared for the worst
I tried to not let these events shake me
And I continued on with my plans like nobodies business
I saw who I needed for a limited time
Said hello to an acquaintance and left on a dime
Went home and had a ball with my melancholy life
Then a text message changed everything
Life no longer mattered in my state of mind
When circumstances change and make me happy
I forget all about my day previously
Life is changing and I am happy to proceed to my next chapter

Life is pretty good right now. I am happier than I have been in a long time.

I hope you enjoy!

Lucky Number 18

Luck ran out but it can always find its way back
We are not granted luck, but fully experience it on our own free will
We exploit it, yearn for it, know when it disappears
Luck can make or  break situations
Will you lose a few hundred dollars in a casino?
Will you lose a battle among friends online?
Will you lose somebody close to you?
When we lose luck, life changes in a significant way
We can no longer reach out for luck when it comes to simple tasks
Skill is now more involved with our everyday chores
It can be hard, but we push through each day
Waiting for a piece of luck to return for a moment
A four-leaf clover will not help us
A lucky pair of five-year-old dirty socks will never feel the same
A simple task of flipping a coin will always land wrong-side-up
The longer we wait for our luck to return
It feels like we hone our skills on what matters most
While we want luck, other things are more important

I thought I ran out of luck for the longest time, but I have a good feeling it will start coming back slowly. Not everything is based on luck, but it is nice to know when things change, luck can turn around.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, October 18, 2013

A Ghostly Laugh

"Relinquish your soul to become mine!" Yelled the ghost; except the little girl was not afraid. The ghost looked like a little boy with sharp teeth and tattered clothes. The little girl laughed melodically because the little ghost boy is only five feet tall. He has a softness to his face even with protruding teeth like a shark.

The story goes that the little boy had surgery done to his face. His father was a mad scientist who liked to put wild animals teeth in different subordinates. The first experiment was a success when he put alligator teeth inside a crow's mouth; that crow now eats meat. His next experiment was to extract a lion's jaw and replace a bear's jaw. It was successful, but he lost part of his head when the bear tried to bite it clean off.

The part of the brain the father lost was the insula and the striatum; he could no longer love, lust or become a drug addict. During his time of recovery, his little boy took care of him day in and day out. While the little boy felt closer to his father, his father was just thinking up another experiment that will achieve levels of science no one has sought to try. He decided that his final product, his prodigy, would be replacing his son's teeth with a shark's.

Since sharks continually shred their teeth, it was not hard for the father to find some teeth. He then laced them with some bone marrow to make sure they would harden. The hard part for the father would be measuring his son's mouth to find out how big it was so he knew how to lace the teeth in his son's jaw; all without him knowing about it. While his little boy slept, he came into his room to do measurements. He made sure to give his boy a hefty amount of chloroform to knock him out while he measured.

Finally, the day came when the procedure had to be done. He knocked out his boy one last time and made sure he would not wake up until the procedure was done. The father kissed his little boy on his head and tucked him in, then proceeded to give him enough drugs to knock out an elephant. The little boy should not feel a thing, his father thought, but the little boy was wide awake in his mind when the procedure started.

The little boy was freaking out and wanted to scream the entire time. His heart was racing with each pulled tooth. He felt new ones being pushed in their by force and reattached with a soldering iron. The worst part was not the pain, but the methodical laugh he heard from his father. His father was going to kill him and he knew it. When the procedure was over, the little boy passed away in his sleep with a mouth full of shark's teeth.

The little girl cried when she heard the story. She did not understand that the father was a mad man with mental problems that make the craziest man sound sane. She was too young to understand how much pain the little ghost boy felt mentally and physically. While she cried, the little ghost boy decided he would leave this world instead of hunting for a soul. Before he could go, the little girl gave part of her soul to the little ghost boy and hugged him.

The little boy cried and stayed with her forever. No one else could see him, but the little girl. They would end up becoming best friends until the little girl passes beyond the living. The older she grew, the more the little boy was fading from her memory. She was not trying to forget him, but her life was quickly passing by. Before they knew it, the little girl was now an old woman. The little boy was still there, but the old woman could no longer see him. He waited by her death bed for days and days. Family always came for a visit, but the little boy would never leave. Finally, she was about to draw her last breath, and saw the little boys face. She laughed melodically and whispered, "See you soon."

I wanted to write a scary story, but it came out to be a love story? I have no idea. I wanted the boy to be Casper-like, but it ended up being something else. How could a young boy who was a ghost have such an old complex? I believe many ghost live for so long in their state of body, but continue to age in their own hollow head. They learn and adapt.

I hope you enjoy!

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Ring of Thread

Ring or no ring, our matrimony exists
If you choose not to believe me
Take a look at my skinny ring finger
That piece of thread is what is holding us together
We may be poor and cheap, but I do my wife right
Some woman may not think "it's the thought that counts"
But this ring of thread has more meaning than any diamond
People say "diamonds last forever"
Well this thread will outlive any overpriced diamond
This wool threaded ring came from a divine piece
It was from an old rocking chair that my wife's
Great great grandfather built
The wool threaded back was so finely threaded
That this chair has lasted generation after generation
Once we inherited the chair after the years it was in service
I decided it would be an opportune time
To have the rocking chair worked on for our child
While it was being refurbished, I asked the carpenter
To relinquish some of the old threaded back
He usually throws stuff like that away
But I had something special plan for said wool
I wanted to give my wife the most beautiful ring
It does not shine in the light, it does not cost a fortune
But it means more to her than a ring from a boutique store
She still remembers being in her great great grandfather's lap
The ring of thread is more important than any diamond
We will cherish this forever and will never sever our life we share together

I wrote this last night. I am not sure how I thought about it or why. I thought it was pretty neat to see a man defend why his ring is not so relevant to many, but to him and his wife, it is the world.

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, October 16, 2013


Moments like these last until darkness proceeds
When you open those doors, I wonder who will be taken next
My orange brethren was taken out just the other day
It feels like years since I last saw him
His bruises were nearly visible, but he was always rotten at the core
I remember the day I was placed in this frozen valley
There were not many others in here at the time
But I am one of the lucky ones who has not been thrown out yet
Throughout the days, months, or could be years, more things have joined me
I have never seen so many different things, but they are just like me
I do not have a father nor mother, and my brother is not really my brother
We were brought in at the same time and talked to each other quite often
I keep counting down the time of when I will be taken away
The light comes on every now and then, but the darkness scares me
I have too much hope and my bruises are starting to show
There is a good chance I may not make it
I wish I was at home in my soft bed of brown
There, I could see the sunshine, feel the rain, and grew to what I am now
Please, thing we call Roger, eat me before I die

After I wrote the first line, I knew it would be about food. The next thought in my process was to figure out what food would actually be used in this poem. I decided to choose a carrot!

I hope you enjoy!

Black and White

You can do what you like
Take a ride on a hipster bike
Wave to the old lady
Leaning next to a rotted out door

You can do what you like
Wonder into a dramatized bar fight
Take a bottle into the bathroom
Climb out the window and run for your life

You can do what you like
Climb the statue of liberty with all your might
Jump off with a bungee cord
Pray to God the cops do not see you tonight

You can do what you like
Prance around in a bear costume with delight
Attend a playoff baseball game
Get escorted out but obtain 30 seconds of fame

You can do what you like
Choose a resting place, it is your forthright
Attend your own funeral
As a ghost, zombie, or an angel is quite alright

You can do what you like
Go down in history as writer who had such delight
To tell their stories and about them and others
Never giving a reason for a plot but received a green light

You can do what you like
With your life
And never agree with the saying
Everything is black and white

I was listening to the new Paul McCartney album called New. I think everyone should give it a listen. It is one of my favorite albums of the year and I'm not even done with it yet. I was humming this poem/song to a tune off the album.

I hope you enjoy!