Composed 4/22/18
Description: Inspired by life and today’s daily prompt: partake.
My secret pleasure is
My secret shame
It is nothing in excess
A wine drunk until blind
This, the wasting of my time
Self care a masquerade for sin
The slow death that starts from within
And manifests in blackened fingers and
Dusty minds
Cobwebbed hobbies and
Missed deadlines
Useless knowledge grasped as
Loves leave in wake of addiction
And any excuse is just rationalization
Fiction
Composed 3/18/18
Headaches
Staying up late
Persistent vegetative states
Pay the bills
Netflix and chill
Eat fast food for every meal
Watch the news
Sing the blues
Familiar drives all done in cruise
Do some chores
Tests to study for
But mostly just wanting more
The oft repeated, historical find
That life takes up all your time
And thus leaves the martyrs three —
Spirituality, beauty, creativity
Composed 3/24/15
Description: A common frustration.
Some pluck time like frozen roses
To set that night at the dinner table
Some prized, some poisoned
Admired, analyzed, later addressed
Preserved or left to die
I wish I could remember to
Stop and take the time
To pluck or rose or lily
Instead of rushing by
Because the table seems so empty
When I come home at night
Like I’ve not lived the whole day
It’s numb, it’s
Gray
Composed 10/4/13
Description: A little bit of my life lately.
I roll my eyes at the angsty side
Do you know how much I have to do?
Two hours filled just talking ‘bout stuff
And time from the day for texting too!
Don’t you know little longing heart
My mind is too full for your swift tricks?
Even if I do manage heart strings’ pull
I don’t have the time! I can’t commit!
Papers, projects due in three weeks
All my weekends consumed
I daresay if you fell for me
I don’t know what I’d do
I have no time to write loving notes
Or spend hours sitting at the park
You’d ditch me a few weeks in, I’d bet
Even I’d had your heart
So for now I’ll bury myself
In the workload that surrounds
Maybe I’ll have time to love
When this madness calms down
Composed: 7/1/13
Description: I’m going through a gray period in my writing; life is neither overly lovely nor overly horrible. It’s mostly work at the moment. It’s just rather… meh. And it’s in these periods of “meh” that it’s hard for me to write, because there is so little to express (other than boredom). However, because there is nothing overly exciting going on I’ve defaulted to reminiscing.
It occurred to me
while searching through your present
that if my past
was more like my future
it wouldn’t make a difference
Scraps of Paper 