memento mori

As I was walking along
I took my sunglasses off
to wipe a smudge off, and realized
the rosy hue of the glasses had
enhanced all the colors
to make them more vivid and bright
than they actually were.

And then it hit me, this epiphany;
I realized that life might not always be
exactly what i want

det kommer från hjärtat

18 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by Richelle Wilson in All

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

Ones I was
someone else’s joy and happiness,
but now I am only
someone else’s grief and pain.
I can’t find a way deep enough
to say, I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to fix a broken heart,
one that was ones given me to keep
but that now is apart. Every day that goes by
I think of you, what an angel you were,
If I wouldn’t have broken your wing
I would still hear you sing,
Oh, how much I wish I could change
everything from the start.

So please forgive me and feel no more pain,
I know I have hurt you, but I want you to feel
sunshine, not more sad and hurtful rain.

So please accept my humble way
when I lovingly say,
I’m sorry!

At least it is only running

17 Wednesday Oct 2012

Posted by philiprhys in All

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

Last night the north wind came up.
The dry, dusty, allergy-filled north wind.
This morning my nose is athletic!

the actual spelling

16 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by philiprhys in All

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

JKM

Eventually, I will go deep into the woods and start a new life.
I will fish in the streams and forage for nuts and berries.
I will be one with nature, and nature will be one with me.
I will commune with the animals.
I will place a blade of grass between my thumbs and make a reed like sound,
and somewhere deep in my subconscious, I will remember
the sound of an oboe playing the Gran Partita.
Birds will sing.

I will create my own language.
A language that is simple
A language that is true.
I will call my language “hoofay.”
(this is phonetic, the actual spelling involves two twigs and a squirrel carcass)
In my language, there will be no redundancies.

There will be one word
For every important concept,
No more.

“Graduate School”
and
“Sleep deprivation” will both be called:

“MisKAT’wayHIMbo”
(this is phonetic, the actual spelling involves four pounds of goat meat and a picture drawn in the sand of an old woman being eaten by a seal)