I want it now.
I want it NOW!
So I’m left wondering wow.
Possibly how,
The solution seems to take a while.
How can I make this outcome faster, better more complete. All while not really having to think.

Ah all this thought I must take a seat.
Because as much as I want it now,
I do not want to sit and figure how,
Or put in the time to solve the problem.

Oh no.

That would take too long, and see I worked all day,
I have been going through so many things.
No I will not put any thought to this,
I will complain and then watch TV,
Yea that suits me. Someone else will solve this problem.
Watch You’ll see.


Daily Prompt: Permit

via Daily Prompt: Permit 

I’m quite bored and wanted to do something a little different with my writing. This is my take on Permit:

Give me the permit, the pass to speak and I will talk so fast. Everyone will look at you and have to think.
My attitude is crass.
I step aggressively, no glass.
I’m in it to the WIN it so give me the permit now.
I’ll lay it down and then its time to chow.
Or feast because I’m coming at you like a beast, with no ease, blood dripping from my teeth.
The weapon is drawn from its sheath, Yea im ready my permit has been bequeathed.
So its finally my time to speak, I have the permit or pass and its time to speak. I have to make it last. I have to tell you the cold hard facts.

Get off social media,
Throw away those twitter beefs and politics, your not solving anyone’s pain.
You’re not making a difference and you’re wasting your brief existence, all for no gain.
Giving someone your precious moments of your closing minutes, the time of day just for the sake of arguing something you know you wont change.
How long do you have 50years? It goes quicker than you think.
So log offline,
Hug your family,
Read a book,
Get yourself a pole and hook.
Do literally anything.
You would do better watching paint dry at least you’d be thinking and possibly creating.
Whatever my time is up, I just hope you get the picture before that picture is old, dusty and put away. Hidden and will never see the light of day.

Many Years…

I have loved you many years.
Even if each day my love you do not reciprocate.
I’am ill.
But still..
I miss and think about you each day,
I think of each way,
That we could be..
I really should pass on you,
I know its what my family would like to see.
So goodbye.?. No
I love you so,
Your so kind to me…
Until I feel that late night stumble
Making me truly humble.
I miss the way this relationship used to be,
It used to be fun and filled with glee.
We shared our love with our friends,
But now we are just alone most days.
Sitting on the couch everyone one in my house asleep music playing as I have a fixed glaze.
Yet ten years of my life have been a slave to your love.
For better or worse,
One day you will certainly put me in a hearse.
But with you I feel far from 6 feet down.
Even if I look like a clown.
Usually I carry a frown so anything is better.
After many years, I must say its time for us to go our separate ways.
I cannot be a slave for this alcohol.
No that is something I can not do at all.

*sorry for all of the grammatical errors. I wrote this intoxicated and quickly.

I Wish…

I wish I could find another way to make money,
I’m sick, always thinking always planning or plotting.
I’m so tired of sitting in a cubicle working 40 plus hours a week for a paycheck I spend faster than I made it. I watch everyone around me becoming more and more complacent. They used to tell me about their dreams, their aspirations.
They all had plans. They all had dreams, and now their broken like wings.
They can no longer fly.

Shit I used to say I would rather die! But here I’am.


Daily Prompt: Dancing

I do not dance,
You will never catching me doing a prance.
I do not like dancing.

You can call me boring or lame,
When I go to the club I sit in the back and wonder why I even came.

I do not dance under the stars,
In my car
or at the bar.

No matter how many drinks,
You wont catch me moving my feet.

Maybe I will nod my head.
But shaking this body? I wouldn’t be caught dead.
So I’m here, I have arrived but I only came to be fed.
I will not dance, don’t ask again.
I wasn’t having a laugh, you heard what I said.

via Daily Prompt: Dancing

Make It Last

I watch you grow,
And boy you grow fast.
I wish I could make each day last.
But that is the funny thing about time.
Before you know it another day has come and another has past.

At first when you were around,
I’d grumble around.
I swear I love you,
But you make so much sound.

Or noise or more like screams,

You and I have no sense of time,
You are up at night like its the time to be alive.
Screaming then playing.
While I stand over you begging.
Please just one more hour, go to sleep.
I need it please.

You don’t care, Your wants come and go.
Jumping from objects like a flea.

Through it all though I love you so.
I would trade none of it, I tell you.
If I could I would make it slow.
Because before you know it you will grow and grow and grow.

You will be my big son,
That does sound fun,
But I know you will start your life and go away and do things that I will marvel at.
But I will miss these days too.
When you were just a little baby trying to get through.
All those tough days,
Teeth coming in
All the ruined clothes we had to throw in the bin.

I really love you I really do.
You grow so fast and soon your baby days will be in the past.
For now though I cherish every moment. Ill do my best to make them last.
I’m so glad I can call myself your parent.


I have not wrotten,
No that is surly not right.
I must have meant I have not write.
Hm that still is an awful sight.
I think I mean I need to write,
Or I have not written.
Yes it has been a while since I have written,
Today is the first and I feel like I’m #Winning.
I love to write I really do,
But it seems like my time says Na fuck you.
Or maybe I just make excuse, excuse.
Either way it does not matter.
Today I write. Ignoring all the chatter.
Writing line by line.
Babbling on like the mad hatter.
This is easy with no real thought.
But hey should it not?
I feel relieved, stresses gone for just a bit.
Now I can go on another stint.
Another break, another day I really don’t know what to say.
I should write each and every day.
It helps remove some of the gray.
But oh man another excuse.
The day to day grind and repeat,
Has me feeling incomplete.
Time wasted
If I stop and think,
God if i wrote everyday.
How much better I would be.
Eh whatever I guess I wait and see.
Maybe I will get better in my dreams,
And while I rest.
Writing everyday is a true test.
I guess,
I fail.

The Date

I got home around six o’clock,
I changed my clothes from my shirt to my socks.
This time I put on a different type of outfit.
Damn I certainly looked terrific.

We got a bite to eat,
Hell I even pulled out your seat.
We spoke, for so long.
Talking about our hopes and dreams.
The old and new,
What do they call it shooting the breeze?

Anyway everything felt so new and exciting,
Sitting in that crowded restaurant,
You laughed at all my jokes.
It really feels like a long time since we had spoke.

But we had lost the time,
As we had spoken until way past 9.
Shit! We were late!

Well it had been a wonderful date,

10/10 I would approve,

I really love speaking to you,
But back to our baby we go,
I would really love to do this again…

Someday you know?