Laughing at myself

Just another little hindsight thing... The title of this blog? It's meant to be poking fun at myself. It's not arrogant. It's a gibe at myself. Just making sure.

Anyway, here's a poem that I wrote back when... let's just call them rough times. This time, it doesn't rhyme. Actually, it hardly has any rhythm at all. It just... is. Personally, I don't like then last half. I think it's too... too... Almost cliche. Just not exactly right. But I don't like the idea of changing this after so long, so I'll just leave it.

The world has turned upside-down.
Or maybe it's always been upside-down,
And it's now upright.
I just can't be any help.
Or maybe there was nothing I could do?
I'm angry...
And I'm saddened.

No one else so far has managed to
Confuse me so much;
Change my emotions so quickly,
For the good or the bad.
She can't keep her promises...
But I'm glad she can't.
Spontaneity is my saving grace;
Finality is my bane.

I look around
And I wonder why I'm here.
Why I'm doing this.
Why I haven't given up.
I must be afraid.
Afraid that if I give up...
All will be lost.
Arrogance is what keeps me here.
Fear is my excuse;
Chivalry is my alibi.

I'm lying to myself.
Or maybe everyone else is lying,
And I alone know the truth.
A flicker of hope with her smile...
But hope for an unknown outcome.
Hope for happiness;
Hope for understanding.
I do not know.
I cannot know.
My mind eludes me.
My sanity slowly slips away.
I cannot understand.
I cannot forget.
I cannot trust.
I cannot live.
I cannot die.

My only option
Appears to me.
I cannot focus
On the negative.
I cannot live
Only with the positive.
A balance of emotion.
A balance of pain, of rapture.
A balance of sorrow, of happiness.
I must continue.
I must move on.
I must stay on the path.
I must not give up.
I cannot give up.
I must understand.

Alas, I have decieved you

In hindsight, maybe that opening poem didn't accurately portray the mood of this site. I actually rarely write intentionally humorous pieces (with the exception of fiction). I think that the next 6 disconnected stanzas are more in tune with the mood of... well, me.

I live my life
In shades of gray
Creating strife
Where none should be

Contemplating
June to May
Oh how I wish
That I could see

Another one of those lying in bed bored poems...

Desperately searching
For my shield
Desperately hoping
My shield is real

Wondering whether
I have a chance
No way of knowing
In this beautiful dance

Don't actually know when I came up with this, but I think it might've been in front of the computer.

There are no books here
The less I read, the less I write.
This could be the last here,
You hold in your hands,
The sun here is never that bright.

Hear the roll of black thunder
The shatter of glass
This is my home now,
In silence, I let, it pass.

Two stanzas that may or may not be related; I don't actually know. I know that I dreamed them both, and they were all I remembered of some totally rockin' background music to my dream.

There you go. 6 stanzas that are completely unrelated to each other. You figure it out.

A little mood lighting

Here's a short poem I wrote while bored in bed one morning.

There once was a fly and an axe on a log.
Said the fly: "Good sir, my rear end is quite clogged."
Said the axe to the fly: "You look like a dog."
Said the fly to the axe: "Good sir, you must be mistaken!
There is a wrong turn that you must have taken!"
Said the axe: "But madam, you have hair all over!
If I didn't know better, I'd call you range rover!"
"Range Rover?! You said I look like a dog!"
"Now that I think about it, you look like a frog."
"I do believe that I'll just fly away."
"It was nice meeting you madam, and have a nice day."

The moral of this poem:
Don't ever talk to axes. They're dumber than they look.

Obviously just to test my skill at rhyming. Though completely pointless and more than a little stupid, the rhythm came out quite nicely.

Hi.

Simple starting post. If you've stumbled across this randomly... Go here.

Otherwise, welcome, wilkommen, bienvenidos, bienvenue, et al. This is shortly to become the space where I shall place the writings that come out of me. For now... it consists mainly of white space and a short, lame starter post.

Yay.