Five hundred nights we shared this room
You still crack the blinds to watch the moon
No dogs allowed has been long overruled
You always felt that was just a bit cruel
Despite the hair, dirt, and drool
You welcome the new fur family rule
No more fussing with my sloppy side
Now you tidy the sheets in half the time
The center of the mattress is just as fine
Though you still refuse to cross that line
You still sleep on your side of the bed
Yet, Five hundred nights since I've been dead
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 12:40 AM UTC
That distant memory - a used balloon that has already served it's purpose
Unable to soar pronounced as it once were
Only to bobble from my path deflated and regrettably forgotten
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
I've been attacked, chased, and charged
By cats and snakes small and large
Bitten by sharks with great white teeth
All while monsoons crashed our reef
I've attracted gorillas with my jungle musk
And fought them off with an elephants tusk
But in all the places I've been stranded
It's only cities where I can't stand it
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
I once drew a dinosaur scene on my grandparent's wall.
T-rex and long necks over 30 feet tall.
My raptor looked lonely so I thought I'd draw double.
"Wow. You're going to be in so much trouble."
My sister's comment came with such great surprise.
She didn't stop to see the detail in the Triceratop's eyes.
No compliments or critiques, she just walked on by.
She returned with a smirk and someone by her side.
My feeling of joy was replaced with pure dread.
Like the crayon I had dropped, my face, pure red.
Grandpa picked up the blood colored cylinder
He than showed me how add our family signature.
My grandpa would jest, as I nearly **** my long-johns:
"You’re never too old to draw with crayons."
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
Some time is spent for school
Some time is spent for work
Sometimes you become a tool
Sometimes you'll earn a perk
You might trade your hours for cash
You could swap a month for more
Each time you might complete a task
Your wallet could grow galore
Go buy yourself a gift worth wanting
Absence of wealth could be daunting
but steady goes the time for cash
and that lack of which - does not last
You can always earn the money back
But spending time is a one-way track.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
While yes, I have a résumé
It does no justice describing mé
So I'll leave this here for all to see
All I ask is please hire me
I'm great with sales
and communication
I can create tales
with no hesitation
Been fixing PCs since '99
Right after I broke all of mine
I don't do drugs
I don't cause fights
I won't give shrugs
to new insights
I can Photoshop best selling ads
and tell corny jokes just like most dads
I write HTML
and CSS
I can kinda spell
At least try my best
Started my first business in 5th grade
Profiting from the paper airplane trade
I'm a fast learner,
a problem solver,
a trust earner,
an idea causer,
a spreadsheet slayer,
a real team player
While I'm no photography guru
I've actually had a paid gig or two
Dove into video editing
way back when MySpace was a thing
Oh yeah. Plus I'm proficient with Microsoft Office.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
They think I'm a screw-up
I tell myself "well that's fine"
"I'll just prove them wrong"
But with each attempt I make
It only proves them right
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
When the moon finally meets it's ceiling
Ahh, I wish I could describe the feeling
The countryside gives me a terrific peak
Early sun illuminates an anacamptic creek
The cricket's intuition ends their rhythmic chirp
I can see the dew glisten on the grass and the dirt
All silence - besides the wind and the bluejay
They spin through the sky for a game the two play
Warm waves of air push over the hills
Goosebumps ensue but I welcome the chills
This is a moment that an artist might draw
but he simply can't because he's part of it all
This is a setting that our memories reluctantly dilute
Though recollection of chores are crisp and acute
Try as I may - I can not pocket this instant
For when the day emerges it all becomes distant
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
The boogie man is real
But he's not behind your closet door
The boogie man is real
But he doesn't hide in shadows anymore
The boogie man is real
But he's not beneath your bed
The boogie man is real
But he's only in your head
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 3:36 AM UTC
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Most move to Florida
When they're 60 years old.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC