I would like to start today by saying hello. It is good to see you again old blog. Now it has been over three months since I have posted squat on here and that hiatus comes after I lied and said I would be back in this post
here, but I really have a good reason for this. . . it is actually the same as all the excuses in this post
here. It is actually eerie how all these things are a factor and how little has changed in my life in the year plus since posting that. My job still is wearing me down, I am still single, I miss my bar so damn much (though I do have that bartenders number now) and my wonderful, fantastic, beautiful friend who I spent a lot of time there with. I really miss that girl, but with our schedules it's hard to get together. that and I (her as well) are losers and hate socializing so that doesn't help us in anyway shape or form.
The reason I bring that up is because she was a huge part in me writing a lot, she inspired me and motivated me to keep going: she reminded me all the time how great I could be and I feel like because I am full of self doubt I need that in my life.
But let's move on to other excuses
I have writers block like a motherf***er these last few months, I haven't written much except for a few mediocre poems. My mind since December has kind of looked like this:
So if any one has any extra quarters please send them my way; it would be much appreciated.
Next excuse? PokemonGo it has taken over the world #teamvalor.
P.s. I need a fucking Meowth ASAP. He is my favorite of favorite Pokemon, also I just want to state I fucking hate Pikachu. I really hate him so much. That is the worst piece of shit ever,
Ok, this was supposed to be a short intro for some little poems, but it made a left at Albuquerque and ran right into the rambling town of Excuses, Mississippi. so without further ado I present to you some Haiku!!!
I
Grey Storm clouds billow:
pillows of darkness and
grief
dripping tears of gods.
II
Feet stomp and stampede
crushing the seed; killing
its
dreams to one day bloom.
III
The news blabbers as
bodies drop to the ground.
The
soil red with blood.
IV
Life creeps by slowly;
still I can't keep up with
it.
Pelted by lemons
V
My past has passed and
that's where you remain;
nothing
but a memory.
VI
Dreams of you consume
my mind. Light in the
darkness
of my coal toned soul.
VII
Get up and go out!
Run through the tall
grass—
balls out.
Fuck
you Pikachu.
VIII
Tears from an angel
soaking the shoulder of
an
enamored devil.
