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Another F-ing Poem

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2013 by themanwiththecowboyboots

I want to be dark and depressing. I want those who read this to perhaps lose a tiny glitter of hope that once shined among others in their heart. If this kills even one atom of optimism inside you, then it has served it’s purpose.
I really am an asshole.

A certain primal fear

As disaster nears

It is fairly known to some

That laughter follows tears

If only it was said

On some, or other day

That beauty is forsaken

Then beauty will appear

Until we lose all hope we won’t

Succeed we won’t

Come near

Happiness; we won’t

Be seen with a smile

It’s not that

Life is dear

It’s just that death brings about

This fear

Your life, all before you

Seems empty

And somehow your recollections

Have no meaning

And you know

That on some dark day you’ll die and just

Like everyone else you’ll be


Life, which was once so dear


Void of meaning and it seems

That there is no way for retribution

That you shall forever be destined

To die

And on that cursed deathbed

You find

True peace is not in fighting but

In giving up

In order to see the beauty

Of life we must adhere

To one


All that we see

Is fleeting and

Once we live it

It’s dead


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2013 by themanwiththecowboyboots

This blog has not lived up to its name.

The last couple of posts have not been random ramblings. They’ve been poems. They were not written by an insomniac because I’ve been sleeping like crazy day and night. I feel in the pit of my stomach a sorrow like no other, the sorrow of one who has failed others. Now however is my chance to redeem myself, but I’m half-assing it. This post is a poem as well, but at least it was written in the middle of the night (it is currently 1:40 AM). I love and hate this poem at the same time. Please don’t judge me.


There were two assholes on the street

And one of them was me


To my right the asshole spoke

He said that wisdom is

And never will



And so began a journey

By yours truly

The asshole

To discover

Or rediscover

What the other asshole meant


How beauty can deceive you

If you look at it too closely

How others can perceive you

If you look at yourself too closely

All these things they mattered

But all these things are not


The other asshole meant


Soon life can creep up on you

You’ll find yourself forgotten

You’ll trade honor for self esteem

You’ll find sorrow in happiness

And you begin to see

The truth


I tried

I really tried

And very hard as well

But I could not understand

And I would not understand

What the other asshole meant


What an asshole


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on September 2, 2013 by themanwiththecowboyboots

I have not posted in a while, but I have a very good reason. About a week ago I embarked on one of the most important journeys in my life. I packed my bag and went on a plane across the atlantic, an eighteen year old by himself going to the United States where he will attend college for the next 4 years. Arriving here and settling in has taken quite some time. But now I am back and as hungry for posting as ever. So here is a poem:

I want her to be there

On the day

Of my wedding; I really

Want her to be there

Maybe she would see

Despite it all

That I am happy

I want her

To see me happy

I want her

To be jealous

I want her

To despise me

Oh God, how I want her

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