Nothing exciting, nothing stressful - well, unless you count trying to get out from under kittybutts before the sun went down.

( Boring stuff about a lazy Saturday )

Just because it's National Poetry Month (and because I'm weird) I present:

( My Day in Verse )

Just a short poem that popped into my head.

DARK THOUGHTS

Sweet dark nothingness
Seeks to draw me in
Undertow of entropy
No beginning and no end
It pulls me ‘neath its surface
Sucks me down and drinks me up
I have lost my will to fight
Pour me in its loving-cup

Suppose it's all right. *shrug*

I hate this. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

Every time I think I've got it. Every time I think this time, it'll be different, that this time it would come through for me - it all falls apart.

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Okay, Road Triv Pt. 2, written pretty much in the hotel after each day's travel headed from CA to San Antonio.

( Friday )

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At least this one's short.

STORMY NIGHT

Wind-lashed rain roaring down
Pounding roofs and grass
Tree-limbs dance in the torrent
As the wild beasts huddle down

"Shelter!" they seem to call,
"Give us shelter from the storm!"

And yet I know, did I open the door
I would only let in the storm.

See? I told you it was short.

Just had this pop in my head. My muse seems to have decided that she's in the mood for words rather than art. *shrug* Or maybe it's just the art-muse's shift. Either way, here's a rather odd and somewhat rambly poem.

MUSINGS ( Read more... )