More Stuff I've Written
Well since I write too much, here's a whole other page devoted to more of my "poetry". Enjoy... AND COMMENT!!
I Want to be Your Resident

Hey now, I just wanted you to know
I saw your sign that said "For Rent"
And then I got to thinking
which made me realize
I want to be your resident

So you're not quite sure
You can't make up your mind
There's no need for sleepless nights
You just have to realize
You want me to be your resident

Don't worry, hon
It's not so serious
It's just a house
and we're just two people
So hey boy, come on please
Let me be your resident

We could have so much fun
Throw parties all night long
I could make you breakfast in the morning
Take messages from those calling
We'll split up the chores
Spare eachother from a lonely bore
it wouldn't be so bad
It's not like we're going to be a mom and a dad

Don't worry, hon
It's not so serious
It's just a house
and we're just two people
So hey boy, come on please
Let me be your resident


**inspired by the MOST AWESOME snickers commercial EVAAAHHR!**
Painful Revelations Dawning

A few simple words
brought everything to a halt
Caused innumerable fights
Affection to hostility
Care and warmth to callous, frigid air
And so another marriage crumbles
The bitter fragments of broken love,
too small to possibly fit back together
And they know they've become a statistic
With everyone else,
happiness is plummeting
When will people realize that
Marriage isn't a game?
It's not playing house
Things aren't always fin and dandy
rarely easy
It takes work
and patience
It's not like the playground in first grade
where you don't have to be married the next day
If you don't want to be.
A Soldier's Notice Home

And then everything just stopped.
Glass shattered on the wooden floor as the vase fell from her hands.
The flowers were ruined,
and water was flowing everywhere.
Just as the tears were
Spilling
across her face.
She fell to her knees and sobbed
her life just changed
For everlasting
It had happened in slow motion
The doorbell rang...
a man in uniform stood on the threshold...
telegram for her.
Prospects of the future and what it might be
Looming
Each sweatdrop on the messenger's face hung painfully
The tiny slip of paper
Foreboding.
Finally she took it with hands
Trembling
The message was bleak
Her soldier would not be coming home to her
His life taken abruptly
He fought dutifully
But then everything just stopped.
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