I Didn’t

I Didn’t

*I originally wrote this inspired by a combination of my own poem about a dog’s fondness for his squeaky ball and the works of Shel Silverstein. Like any good work, it took on a life of its own and turned into quite literally a mess, complete with the person’s family coming home and finding it.¬†

I didn’t leave out the ice-cream,

I didn’t spill the milk,

I didn’t fill the sink,

With mounds and mounds of filth.

I didn’t leave on the tv,

I didn’t stay up late,

I didn’t leave any popcorn

In between the cushion seats.

I didn’t have a party,

I didn’t disobey the rules,

I didn’t make this huge disgusting mess.

Well… Okay, perhaps I did… a little.

But I swear it was made with love!


The Lonesome Journey

The Lonesome Journey

*This was one of the¬†poems I wrote and submitted to the same competition that my short story had won, yet regretfully not my poems. I haven’t given much hand to them in a while, though I want to pick it up again soon.*

Do you seek a world apart,

A peaceful land aside

Where your wandering heart

And long-lost hopes reside?

Down the perilous path,

Past the fallow tree,

Beyond all human wraith,

In the mountain’s lee;

There lies the tranquil vale

Where I shall endure my life,

Away from this godless gale

And this woeful world of strife.

Take my hand and follow me;

Let us make our leave.

Travelers on this road are we.

That, you must conceive.

Beyond all mortal sake,

Away from needless blame;

The Journey is difficult to take

And life is just the same.