What Ever!!!

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“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman

You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play

But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace

What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella

So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave

I write, therefore I am?

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“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing” Benjamin Franklin


I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing.

I did my first “screenplay” at the age of five with crayons and forced my whole family to watch the Christmas play I wrote, produced an ven acted in too! Later in my teens, I started writing fan fiction for my favourite shows on television, way before the internet, fan fiction as such and even personal computers were invented. I loved the weekly challenges for writing in school and of course, I was a book junkie too.

Writing for me has been sporadic at best and I mostly consider myself a closet writer. I am in the closet, out of the closet, back in and now finally out again, publishing on the internet as much and as often as humanly possible 😉

I am also a poet, and did not know it: True in many ways, as I write from anything and everything. My inspiration can be a phrase I heard on the lift ride or something from the morning radio. Mainly, these days, I get inspired from the pictures I take.

For me, personally, writing is an creative outlet for the mundane working day. If I do not write, I am be a very, very, very cranky person ;P

My motto is: A poem a day, keeps the mental doctor away!
The second motto is: Write more, complain less!

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Give and Take?

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“Time for some, give and take perhaps?” Gun Roswell

argument

I told you so, but you never listen!

A “conversation” between two people about everything and nothing as it may have happened.

“You are so thick headed aren’t you!”

“So I’m the one who is the bad guy again, huh?”

“Well you are. There is no arguing about that!”

“So you are blaming me about everything that has gone wrong?”

“Yes, what’s your point?”

“No point. It’s hilarious! You are hilarious!”

“So now you are saying I’m a joke? Is that it?”

“No, I said you must be joking.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

“Then there must be something wrong with your hearing.”

“So now you are complaining about my ability to understand you!”

“No, I said you understand things in your own way.”

“Are you calling me stupid? If you are I will show you stupid…!”

“Good grief! Read my lips: You are stubborn!”

“Just because I hear and understand something differently than you, that makes me stubborn?”

“Potato, tomato!”

“Are you mocking me?”

“No.”

“It sure sounded like you were.”

“You heard me wrong then!”

“Again with the hearing! I am not deaf you know!”

“What was the point?”

“What point?”

“Why are we arguing?”

“I dunno. The weather is not so good today?”

“No it’s not. The forecast promised sunshine tomorrow though.”

“Sounds good.”

“Yep.”

“Yep.”

“Ok then!”

“Yep.”

The Label Maker

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“Labels, are for bottles and containers, not people” Gun Roswell

Hey you with your label maker!
You like tagging people don’t ya, you faker!
You went right by me and took one look
Stuck this sticker on my forehead without a single hook
I am having a hard time getting it off
Did you think it would make a great perma-label on this spot?

But guess what, you nut
I washed my face with potent soap in a rut
With a huff and a puff
My forehead finally crystal clear and clean again
Luckily without the use of acid rain
And nothing of it sticking to my brain

No amount of glue
Will keep the sticker on my face
Your plan went sadly askew
Or were you just in the wrong place
Memorize this lesson
Into your big fat head
Go find some cans for making the impression
And label some of them instead

Winter vs. Summer

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“There totally is something to be said about both winter and summer. Which is that people are able to bitch about them both as nothing is never good enough ;P” Gun Roswell

Winter vs. Summer

The weather changes yes, it is a natural occurrence.

Some of the places on this blue globe of ours have varied seasons.

Spring, summer, winter, fall, they all are part of the cycle.

Controlling them could be an option, then again something it is stopping.

The natural order of things disturbed as the humans continue their stirs.

And so, whining about it being too hot or too cold?

Guess whomever the ticket to this place we are on sold,

Did not let the buyers read the fine print after all?

Too young or too old?

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“Either you are too old or then too young for something, you always seem to be at the wrong age at the wrong time” Gun Roswell

Too young or too old?

You are too young to understand, but you are also too old to play with toys

You are too old to live at home, but too young to get to an old folks home

You are too young to think of such things, but you are too old to not have a plan

Whatever the age, there is always a restriction of what you can or cannot do

Seems no matter what, you always end up on the wrong side of the age fence

And so, if you are stuck in the age mind loop of things, nothing moves along

So, forget age, be what you want to be, no matter how many stages you have gone through

Life is hard and living no matter the age is, an so all that which really matters

Doing the things you like at whatever stage, playing, laughing, trying on new things

A writers life for me!

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“I have been a tinker, perhaps a tailor, certainly not a soldier but tried, oh yeah, certainly some kind of sailor…. What? I’m a writer aren’t I?“ Gun Roswell

A writers life for me!

The uncanny sniper, having everyone in their crosshairs, not to shoot mind you, simply to observe, watch and learn, but mostly there, simply to steal whatever ideas they can from you and that one would be called, the author.

And beware, as no-one is safe from the snide gaze of the patient one sitting somewhere out there, high up, their eyes never leaving their target until they are totally done, getting what they needed, for yet another story to write down.

It’s neither good or bad, it just is

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“There is no argument to good or bad, as it is all relative, at least to the point of view, as those who say good are often countered with another opinion, it being bad. Confusing? Yes, it is, good or bad, it’s all the same spread across the grey scale. “ Gun Roswell

It’s neither good or bad, it just is

Someone would argue, something being bad or good, a person, a show, a book, even a painting, I would say, no, that’s not true.

There is really nothing good or bad, it all simply exists and those daring to resist, are lying, as neither can be without the other.

Good, bad, it just is present there in all of us, in everything else, those two concepts, do not cancel each other out, rather are part of both, one big giant whole, the circle of life?

Bad, good or somewhere between, that is the goal really to seek, keeping it all in the grey area of things, never really tilting the scale to the one or the other.

Nothing is good or bad, it just is, and that is fine, once that is loudly admitted, just a rant of life, trying to be nice, but some days, bad to is fine.

Anecdote time: Or, words a twisting

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Anecdote time: Or, words a twisting

Never judge a book by its cover. A paperback can be just as entertaining as hardcover.

If you want to dwell in the past, buy yourself a time machine.

You have to learn how to walk before you can run. I found out that the hard way after my hip-surgery.

Looking into a mirror is like… Well, you obviously need to take a selfie!

Time, time, precious time, where have you gone? Don’t tell me, you lost your watch again?

In my youth, the grass was always greener, food tasted better and life was much happier… Then we woke up and put the dog out to pee.

Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes… Be damned sure they are the same size as your own ones!

Today, I woke up, the day was stormy, the skies were gray, my mind felt dull... Well, you can’t always expect to be in the tropics, now can you Dearie?

Don’t do as I do, do as I say! Apparently, you can get away with murder?

People who are smart, beautiful and talented… Really piss me off!

Anecdote Time (again)

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“As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer” Robert Quillen

 

Anecdote Time!

Never judge a book by its cover. A paperback can be just as entertaining as hardcover.

If you want to dwell in the past, buy yourself a time machine.

You have to learn how to walk before you can run. I found out that the hard way after my hip-surgery.

Looking into a mirror is like… Well, you obviously need to take a selfie!

Time, time, precious time, where have you gone? Don’t tell me, you lost your watch again?

In my youth, the grass was always greener, food tasted better and life was much happier… Then we woke up and put the dog out to pee.

Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes… Be damned sure they are the same size as your own ones!

Today, I woke up, the day was stormy, the skies were gray, my mind felt dull... Well, you can’t always expect to be in the tropics, now can you Dearie?

Don’t do as I do, do as I say! Apparently, you can get away with murder?

People who are smart, beautiful and talented… Really piss me off!