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The Secret To My Failure


(or, as I like to call it, Lies That Books Told Me)

It isn’t that I’m not eager or that
I shy away from
(hard) work,
It’s just that I’m 90% incompetent
and 10% a jerk,
running off ambitions and
the dying steam of dreams,
jaded from  my memories
and all the lies that books
told to me:

-Things get bad, but the good guys always
-the villains always laugh but they’ll
go down in the end

-That, in a hallway full of walls,
a door would open up for me
-that people might wave but, in the end,
good is what they’ll be

-That,if you get lost, something awesome is
waiting out there for you
-And, most loathed of all, the world’s a good place if your
heart remains true


Well, there you have it folks. Figured it’s Monday so I might as well be on the level with everyone else who is suffering on through. Just a little tidbit of myself and how I rose to this illustrious position that I am now, bringing you little scraps of myself in hopes that we can all just keep on going and pull on through.

As always: here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

2000+ Thanks You’s (w/poem)

Thank You

Honestly, thank you.

It’s happened, folks. Over 2000 of you awesome individuals clicked the follow me button and, well, I am mighty grateful for it. Honestly, I can say how much I appreciate each and everyone of you who took the time to even stop by for a brief moment and look over a poem or two here.  Now, if you just wanna read my thank you poem, I suggest skipping to the end. If not, then let me fill you in on a little bit of the exciting news going on around here.

Firstly, I’ve had the honor of getting my poem “Indecision” freshly pressed. I can’t tell you what an awesome surprise that was, and it was an amazing pick me up. A little bit of an ego booster, so to speak.  There’s nothing like seeing something I put myself into actually get such a good deal of attention.  Secondly, I have been nominated by several of you for a handful of awards, all of which I completely honored and floored by. Those will all get their own post, and I’ll be mentioning you for the sake of being awesome enough to think of me.  Third, I’ll be launching my new facebook page soon, so you’ll want to keep an eye out for that folks, as I’ll be able to connect a bit better with all of you.

chocolate cupcake with pink frosting and sprinkles

Just in case you weren’t aware, for every 500 followers I get, I normally write a new poem….and I get myself a cupcake. Win-win, right?

Finally, I just have to say that, between getting freshly pressed, the sheer number of you amazing people, and the chance to actually connect more with everyone, that this has made the best birthday I have had in a very, very long time.  I honestly can’t remember a time when I’ve felt this good about life in general, nor when I’ve been this motivated to keep on, keepin’ on. Though it’s not officially till Sunday, I couldn’t possibly think of any other present that could make me feel so swell.

Thank you, honestly, for ever single second of your time. I can’t think of a single thing I value higher nor anything I’d rather have more.

As for the post, I’ve got a possessive little poem that’s just for you. Yep, you and only you. Think of it as my little ‘thank you’ for helping me limp my writing along. I really do appreciate it and, now, without further ado:


Your gaze,
my words,
our thoughts,

just, in this moment,
there is nothing
but us.

We exist
only in each other’s

my rhymes ghost
and your lips
lap this sentence:

that we are us,

an intimate assembly,
essences who flicker
in mutual envy

of our minds.

For me,

you will always be
audience enough.

Once again, thank you kindly, folks. I couldn’t do it without ya.

A Matter Of Perspective (Friday Fictioneers)

two oil lamps on a kitchen table

A Matter of Perspective

Fourteen months ago, things got crazy. Twelve months ago, the lights went out. Two months ago, everything got real quiet. Dead quiet you might say. That’s a joke right there.

People talked about the tragedy. Talked about horror and shame. Sittin’ here, can’t say I see any horror. Definitely no shame.

Ain’t no more light and gas bills. No more work. A man can take what he wants. Like my shopping buggy there. Been staring at that thing for damn near eight years.

Sky’s blue. Road’s quiet. Bird’s are chirping.  Apocalypse-somocalypse.

World seems like a mighty fine place to me.


Link to Linked

 Here’s my post for the Friday Fictioneers prompt this week! As my second attempt, I can say these things are actually a lot of fun. Gives you something to think about and gives you a little practice. Overall, I think I am going to have to make a habit of this!

For this week’s prompt, I tried to go back to my humorous roots and put a little fun spin on the apocalypse. I mean, to the average person yeah it would suck. You know. Death. Zombies. That sort of stuff. But what about for a misanthrope? Or a survivalist? Common, even a good ol’ country boy might have a bit of fun. This guy here sure thinks it is swell 😉    I mean, just think of all the free time. Not to mention all the free stuff! Ohhh, common you know it’s true. I got a list of places I am raiding first as soon as the lights go out 😉  Sing it with me folks: A lootin’ we will we go, A lootin’ we will go. Hi-ho the dary-o, a lootin’ we will go!

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