Month: November 2017

The Girl with the Green Hat

'Never will I ever Allow myself to be So dimwitted and unclever As to love someone but me!' This I did repeat, Each and every time I've hurt. Relieving words to speak, But daft to think; absurd. Going through my new routine, Buried in my bitter woes, I recall this face that I had seen, ...

Tired Words

I've written it over and over, In a thousand ways. Sometimes I wrote it creatively, And sometimes I wrote it, Like this, Blatantly. And I could write it a thousand more times, Whether or not it's iambic or rhymes, Another alternative, alliteration, With a clever false rhyme illusion, In Fragments half, Could I say that. ...

Burn, Baby.

Shes got a leather jacket, And it's done up nice. Yeah, sunglasses, cigarettes, Sin and vice. Vodka tonic? Yeah, she's on it; Light on ice. Her blood freezes when she pleases, And she's ready to fight. Burn, baby. Burn, baby, Yeah, its your turn, baby. Her, baby. Her, baby, Just don't be scared, baby. Burn, ...

Fleshy Machines

I have seen this error, A glitch within the code; A common system failure When an asset fails to load. This particular error is tricky, Cause the system is made like this. When the heartstrings get all sticky, It can take time to refresh. Don't worry, have some patience. You have to wait this out. ...

Time and Scale

When I was a child, Things around me felt so big. I recall I saw an airplane, A huge, colossal thing! But then as an adult, When I returned to YYZ, That plane seemed so much smaller But what changed in size was me. And yet with giants all around, Looming over me and great, ...

Could You Write Me a Song?

Write me a song, Just promise it's not about love. Yeah, write me a song About sadness or madness, Or drunken what-have-its Or drugs. Recall all the sad things; The inane little ramblings Of poems and songs You would write all day long And the tears. Oh, just eight months ago, When your life was ...

As Many Did

It was another bloody night. Again we went, Sent off to fight. Some died, some survived. We never understood Who or why. I fought a man, as many did. He shot at me, I cornered him. He put his weapon on the ground, Put up his hands, Spoke clear and loud. "I'm just a man, ...