FAVORITE CHILDHOOD TOY?
This is me and my dad! We have the same smile. And look at that haircut đ¤ˇââď¸ Remember those big bouncy balls with a handle? Do they still make them? It was so much fun. What was your favorite childhood toy?
I LOVED THE EIGHTIES
I loved the â80s. So many cool memories. Music made life better in so many ways. I mean⌠You could walk like an Egyptian, dance with somebody that loved you, do the Safety Dance, or you could just Beat it. In the â80s you could spin somebody round⌠like a record, walk this way, pour…
SOMEBODY, MAYBE YOU
You find yourself free of a toxic relationship. But how free? Don’t let the memories keep you tangled in the past. Find a way to unravel them and use them to propel yourself into a future free of cobwebs. Trying like mad to untangle The last torturous threads Of our fucked up history Knotted webs…
LET IN THE SUN
I don’t like the way the wind Has been shaking this house Empty and cold a place I constructed a life time ago The creaking Once a lullaby Now sounds like screams I canât sleep I canât think It’s the house telling me To get out, go away, move on And some days I just…
BUSINESS AS USUAL
The ball will drop And it will be lit There will be cheers There will be suicides The ball will drop And it will twinkle Bringing new hopes And plenty of fears The ball will drop And it will dance Confetti will fly Happy new year Full of fight Full of giving up Moving forward Pushing…
YESTERDAY’S FACE
I wander through the hallways Straightening pictures that I took Smiling at the memories And every place we stood I’ll leave them hanging As I pack every single box There on the same wall With the same ticking clock I will leave the story written For others to erase Because I don’t have the heart…
EVIL GHOSTS
Fading pictures Filled with ghosts Cracks Over faces Folding shadows Erasing time I canât remember The hunger How it felt Or the pain How it hurt The faces smiling With eyes Full Of broken glass Shanks Sharpened And waiting For my future self To reminisce Before going in For the kill
HEAVY WORDS
Weakness crashes like fog All around me, following Outlines that look too much Like pains I took time to hide Sadness from yesterday Bleeding into the rainbows I made the effort to paint on walls That will just be covered Like graffiti on another day Slumbering inside myself Holding words too heavy To carry to…
IT’S IN THE PIECES
I wrote this when I first started blogging. I guess relationships are something I have always over analyzed and today is no different. Words4jp made me think of this poem I wrote so long ago. Our relationship wouldnât last long It was nearly over before it even began I knew it even as I held…
Hasty and HastyKid Return to Oklahoma
Sage wrote his last post on our vacation together. I will write mine later. I somehow just want the trip to last longer and these posts have allowed that. Enjoy.
