Food

The end of us all
Was the start
A fire burning bright
Aromas giving sight
To lands far off
Distance was no matter
We could smell what they smelled
The taste in which we revelled
The peace that instills
Or insatible craze it gives
The guilt
Yet the world is unspoiled

The effect it has is great
Something worth to wait

Being mature

Maturity is splendid
Yet you have to live life to expend it
Not trying to be
Simply being
Learning with glee
Or by simply not seeing

Maturity is great
Until you see saggy wrinkles on your face

Scary people then me

I've been reading blogs and trying to find cool ones but everyone is either super philosophical or depressed. Its ok though i'll be in the middle k? Thats where everything i know is. Its really big and i can explore not forgetting myself.

I remember Roald Dahl once said something like Being a writer is hard you wake up in the morning and no one will tell you to sit down and write. A writer has no schedule
Its true

Cracks

As the ice walks underfoot
I wonder
As one crack appears
I see hundreds jump
30 fall
Millions step back
Wondering to bother at all
Could they jump?
Was it worth it to maybe fall
One tells a story
Of the water beneath the ice
Another says the thrill cannot be beat
Of not falling in as ice cracks into the abysmal creek
Who to believe the millions wait and ponder
Ice ablates a little longer

R.I.P Gustar Sacapuntas Maria Fitzgerald you will live forever :)

Christmas Tree

The christmas tree disparages wilting as it goes
New year resoultions go buy with the cold
Oh christmas tree do you resolve?
Not even one so small?
The chrismas tree wilts further

As I take up the adronments of tinsel and baubles
The chrismas tree wobbles
Then comes the lifting of chrismas tree tall
It has shrillved up now nice compact small
Into the back of the car you go
To the chrismas tree recycling plant
To meet others shiverlled up vagabonds
There is no fairy at the top of these trees with a wand
Before you leave perking a little
You tell me of your resolve
I wish to be adored again
Pity on the fool
A sad old christmas tree gone round the bend