“Hair Dye” (Poem)

Recently I dyed my hair. That is the subject of this poem, as you probably guessed from the title.

This was written 21 July 2018. It is day four of my current poetry writing streak.

My hair was meant to be blue

But instead I’m not sure if it’s true,

for it didn’t turn out

as I expected ‘twould.

It’s better than my brother,

who has no blue hair at all,

Despite the fact we tried

to make it so earlier tonight.

“Dead Shower Thoughts” (Poem)

This was written 20 July 2018. It was day three of my current poetry writing streak.

Why do my thoughts

reek and rot

As if they are dead?

Here they are

just now, flowing

through my head.

But the words,

they stink and ooze

as something left for dead.

Why are my thoughts

reeking and rotten

As they flow through my head?

Prejudice (Poem)

This was written 16 July 2018.

Hear, hear,

you people around,

come hither and hear

of my adventures around!

I’ve been all the places

I’ve seen all the things

I’ve done whatever is common for human beings!

This adventure,

you see,

is desired by all,

and I’ve had it,

you see,

I’ve had it all!

All who desire to go on such trips

should listen carefully

to my masterful quips.

You have a lot to learn

before you live among true men,

for we look dissimilar enough

for them to realize

We don’t fit in!

But how can they see we’re different,

you ask,

they can see it, it seems,

with their eyes and their minds.

We don’t look like them

so we must not be the same,

they think,

and they’re both right and wrong

to think such.

For while we’re not strictly human,

we’re not not human either.

We’re just different,

but not, it should be,

to a noticeable degree,

at least from the people I’ve seen.

But they disagree

as you’ll notice right off.

A lot of them are nice,

as you’ve heard and expect,

but some are rude

when you’ve been perfectly polite.

There’s no reason for it,

but they will think you

don’t look quite right,

for whatever reason,

and treat you different for it.

The best you can do is ignore them

and move on to the humans

you’ve befriended,

listen to the nice ones,

take their words to heart,

for they’ll think of you

for who you are

rather than who they see with their eyes.

“Cigarette Stench” (poem)

This was written 19 July 2018. It is day two of my current poetry writing streak.

It smells like cigarettes,

I think from the guy,

it’s really gross,

but, hey, it’s not my life.

Doesn’t make it smart,

but still, who am I

to regulate another’s choice

Unless it also affects me?

There’s a line,

somewhere, on what can

and cannot be

Chosen for others,

And this, I think,

cannot.

“A Love Letter to Wifi”

Written 18 July 2018.

I’m working on writing a poem every day. This is day one of this streak.

Why do I not have wifi?

I’m trying to waste the time

before I am forced to leave

for work, important but un-fun.

Come back, please, wifi,

don’t leave me alone,

I need you to function,

without you life drones.

Life Is What You Make It

I frequently think about my life, what I want to accomplish, what I’ve done so far, and how long I have to do everything I dream of. This will be a series featuring things I’ve written about such things, both poetry and prose.

Ponderings and Purpose

9 January 2018

It’s enough for them to assert

that this, too, shall pass,

that nothing here will ever last

And saying so is absurd.

For how could something finite

outlast that which is eternal?

But that for me wasn’t the

question but the answer.

For how can anything we’ve

ever done outlast a world

that’s just begun

after we’ve left it, gone,

all traces erased,

all paths equal, the same.

A life lived —

regrets and mistakes aplenty,

sure, it’s the same for ev’ryone.

There’s no reason to waste time

pining after a time

that may not come to fruition,

that may be entirely fiction.

We can’t know for certain

but we all love certainty,

so we create it.

Our assertions are flawless,

arguments misguided.

We’re all trying to make sense

of this life we’re all

so lucky to be living

on this wet rock in a

deep vast space

with other rocks and balls of gas

co-existing along with us.

Why are we here?

we wonder,

How are we here?

we ponder.

Sometimes you have to let

all that go, all those

big questions for philosophy

and live in the moment

because this life is the only one

we know for sure we’ve got

and wasting it, letting it rot,

we should be ashamed.

We should live life to the fullest,

not in the sentiment of YOLO —

which justifies stupidity

but for a focus and drive

to make the most

of what we’ve got

because in too short a time

it will be gone.

A Moment

All those days you’ve been waiting

for a moment.

Waiting for a moment

to change the world,

to set things right,

to start a fire that’ll burn so bright,

Burn it all to the ground.

But why,

why,

and when,

when?

Will the moment ever come

and how will you know it has?

Instead of waiting

why don’t you start now?

Change the course of history,

this world we’re in right now.

The good it could do,

you have a dream, a goal,

move towards it,

don’t idle,

wake up,

stop wasting time during which

you really don’t need to sleep.