poetry

Filter by Ready Set Poem

It is funny,
In life I barely speak.
When I do every word is carefully picked and placed.
Ran through the filter.
Strained of any words,
That will make me seem weird.
Crazy,
Dumb,
Smart.
Asshole,
Insensitive,
Caring,
These are just some of the things I filter as I speak.
Because its almost easier to get by seeming meek.

That is why I love writing.
I write and write,
I can write all night,
Or all day.
While I write,
I can scream I can shout.
I can be brave,
I can be mean,
I can be cool,

And Yet.

I may only be a fool.

I can be all of these things.
But I can be me,
Myself.
Unfiltered and honest.
That is why I love to write.

via Daily Prompt: Filter
Filter

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Addiction by Ready Set Poem

I trade one addiction for the next,
Smoking cigarettes,
Caffeine,
Alcohol.
Sometimes I overlap,
Caffeine jitters,
Smoke heavy on my chest.
I have not smoked in six months.
But damn if I’m not getting that itch.
An itch only a cigarette can scratch.
An itch that once scratched I will regret.
But continue to go down that road,
Until I realize I need to quit…Again.
I have gone down this road so many times before.
Same with alcohol,
I quit but replace with heavy caffeine usage.
I guess caffeine is more acceptable.
More manageable.
Part of me wants to just give it all up,
Part of me thinks life is too short to care about long term affects.
Which is right?
I don’t know.
I should find a balance right?
If only that was easy.

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Friends by Ready Set Poem

I used to have friends,
People I would see often,
Laugh with,
Talk with
On a nearly everyday basis.
Now it seems to be only texts,
Saying “Hey want to hang next Friday, Like old times?”
“Yes, text me on Friday, we will get together.”
These plans never happen.
We make sure to repeat this every few months or so.
I guess as a way to show we still care.
I think neither one of us ever really plans on reconnecting.
How do you make time with family and work. It is all too much.
When that Friday finally rolls around.
You don’t want to be out,
In some dimly lit bar.
Awful music playing,
Crowded,
Dirty.
No I would rather be home,
Relaxing, finally.
Watching TV.
Playing Video Games.
No matter what you choose,
Just being home,
Alone.
I don’t know…

Maybe it is just me.

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DailyPrompt:Simple by Ready Set Poem

I have always wanted a simple life.
In a simple home,
A simple Job,
Simple family.
Everything is just so simple.
There is but one problem.
Life is not simple.
So no matter how simple you try and make your life.
With your simple wife.
Claiming that you have no strife.
There is always that underlying issue.
That life is hard. No matter your cards,
That you have been dealt.
Life’s burdens can always be felt.

via Daily Prompt: Simple
Simple

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You Will Be Dead Longer Than You are Alive.

“You will be dead longer than you are alive,
But if you look there is a light on.

Take your time realize that your sights gone.
We have had it so good,so good for so long,
That we have come to expect it as the norm,
Maybe its time our perspectives should change.” -Chewing On Tinfoil

This is one of my favorite quotes/lyrics, and figured what the hell
I would share with everyone.