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So many words, so little to say.
All that real life keeps getting in the way.
Every day goes by, everything pretty much the same.
There is hardly a soul who even knows my name.

I used to be so creative,
downright contemplative.
Now there's no time to think of anything
beyond the next meal, the next question, the next "he's touching me!"

Sleep, kids, and eat,
make everything neat.
Barely enough time
to even get online ...

But everything is okay.
Life is going my way.
Though the quiet of night my mind starts to work.
I see stories and poems and characters to irk.

Someday maybe I'll have time to organize
all the stuff in my head; a whole story I'll realize,
but for now it must wait;
overshadowed by my kids and my mate.

So everything is okay,
Life is going my way.

~*~
written sometime in late 2009 by AgaCobra

About This Blog

I occasionally become moved (or bored) enough to write bad poetry. No one wants to read them but I feel the need to publish them somewhere. I once wrote a fictional poem so realistic that someone thought it was a true story about me and someone else who was married. It's funny because the poem was COMPLETELY fictional but I wrote it well enough that it made us all look bad. LOL!

Of course it that poem was true then I'm also a werewolf and homeless. Maybe the person who read it was just stupid

In any case 90% of what I write is completely fictional so please don't feel like it reflects on my mental and/or emotional health or my current situation. Especially since most of these have been written in the past 15 years and I'm only just now putting them online.

K?

Thanks!