I am increasingly convinced there is a higher power making a concerted effort to prevent my personal happiness and success.

I don't know what to do.

I do not like being strung along.

I'm being understanding, I think. I'm being conciliatory.

but I do not like being played around, and I can promise it won't last long.

But, on a lighter note- my sister graduated from high school! Can't believe I forgot to say something about that.

Also, Twitter is the devil.

I did promise to put up some poetry, so here they are. There's some influence from the Chinese Tang and Song poetry I read recently, but I have found I'm applying classical forms better and more conciously.

( Sonnets still give me hell, though... )

Oh thou great deciever
why choose me to be the victim of
thy betrayal and mistrust?
Have I not suffered?

Release me from thy bond and
bid me live each day free,
I cannot bear another moment
in the prison thou built.

Let me lay down with more than
the lonely sun for warmth.
Have I not suffered for thee?
Bring me into eternal summer.

It's that time again, when I awaken from my slumber like Rip Van Winkle without the facial hair, and write something down ( Read more... )

I have this inescapable feeling that seems to be growing, day by day, that my life this far has been like being pushed off a cliff and rapidly gaining speed as I approach the rocky earth below. I haven't yet reached the point when I am resigned to my fate, and I'm still holding onto the desperate belief that I can somehow extricate myself from the ( Read more... )

I'm a terrible treasurer.

Cynicism is too trying, I'm resolving to be more optimistic. Sure, it's a little late for New Year's resolutions, but in my defense the Chinese New Year is going on right about now so the time frame is just about right. Be proactive, be aggressive, challenge your mindset- swallow your fear. This is what I'll tell myself ( Read more... )

I'm always the watcher, or the comforter, or the advisor. I fit in your pocket, convenient until I make noise. Everything I touch turns to dust. I am above the emotion; the rock around which things unfold.

And I am never lucky.

Dear Santa ( Read more... )