Time

Time

Come and steal away with me in time
a secret place, in the corner of my mind
A quiet place where grandeur still exists
it's hard to find, just beyond the mists
It's a mysterious local for love
a place that slipped in between the gaps of time
I work on the phrasing and struggle with rhyme
Meet me in the meadow with the grass so green
tell me your thoughts... simple and clean

I want to watch Time Traveler's Wife. I'm in love with Rachel McAdams. I was cheering for her to come out on top in Mean Girls. Hahaha. I read the novel in February I think. Breezed through it in a day or 2. It took a few hundred pages to get a handle on the time travelling and the changing point of views, but I liked it in the end. It really boils down to a simple love story with creepy elements of an old man talking to a young girl. Critics have not been kind to the movie, but I guess I never expected they would be. It's got a rather limited appeal I guess. There. I wrote something today. Peace out.

Dead Souls

Dead Souls

Dead souls
gather mold

Dust gathers in the corners
and behind dressers

I slumber
with eyelids too heavy
from the day before
of staring blankly
and speaking frankly

My heart breaks
and she ate cake
and said that she could no longer wait

Me?
I'm different
I wait forever
until my hair turns from black to white
and then back again

With a sigh
I hum the verse
and sing the refrain
The opportunity has come and gone
just like the midnight train

Yup, I wanted to write something. Just a little something for all the random people in Australia that seem to randomly stumble upon this site after searching for "weak poems". It seems that all my regular readers are not so regular anymore. I only had 3 to begin with. I have to take some blame too because I haven't been writing as much lately and therefore I'm easily forgetable. Like sometimes, I get surprised by an out-of-the-blue post from one of my rss feeds and I'll be like, "wow, I totally forgot that I was subscribed to that person." Remember me and the apple tree. Peace out.

Caught in the Storm

Caught in the Storm

The sky darkens

and the wind picks up

I'll be caught in the storm

oh such is my luck

I've already walked for too long

it's too far to turn back

The H approaches the L

on the internet weather map

The clouds open

and the sky unleashes its fiery

the rains are pouring
I think, "What's the hurry?"

The streets start to flood

and the water on the lawn starts to pool

I didn't carry an umbrella

I'm just that cool

Pointless again today. I just wanted to write something today because I felt like I haven't written in a while. There wasn't a storm today but it felt like the sky wanted to. It just needed someone to dare it to, or look at it the wrong way. I tried to go for a run. It was horribly unproductive. It was unbelievably winding. I believe the weather channel said that it was gusting up to 60 km/hr. It felt like it. It felt like no matter what ordinal direction I was running in, I was running straight into the wind. I'm glad it didn't start pouring. It did get really dark rather quickly though. I'm reminded of a time a few years ago, when I was out running and the skies just opened up and it started pouring hard. This car pulls up beside me and 4 people run out and they ask me to take a picture of them infront of this school sign. I think they were doing some scavenger hunt. I took the picture for them and they said thanks and drove off and I walked home in the rain... drenched to the bone. I hate having wet socks. Boo-urns. Peace out.