The illusion of Summer
The summer has started
The worries of the world have seemed to end
Washed away by the oceans tide
Blown afar by the summer breeze
But lurking in the shadows
At the very edge of my mind
Winter claws it’s way back
With the worries of the world on its shoulders
and the illusion of summer slowly fades in white
like snowfall on those cold unpleasant days.
Those Starry nights in the trenches
Brief sense of freedom
The world seems to be quiet
Chaos will ensue
A Sea Between Us
That time comes once again
That shatters the dream we have been in
That lets the vines of our daily lives pull us back into place
That make the clock tick normal again
That opens the hole where my heart had been
That makes me long for your touch evermore
That feeling of knowing I will see you again
That time comes once again
That brings us together
That makes the wait worth it
The Stages of Slug Denial
What even is a slug?
is it even a bug?
When I drop it in salt
It begins to malt
They tell me to halt
but is it even my fault?
What is a slug?
It cant be a bug
But they call me a thug
When I dip it in salt
ITS NOT MY FAULT!
What is a slug?
It’s not a bug
“Those Starry nights in the trenches” creates the vivid image of an army camping out during a beautiful night right before an atrocious battle the next day, and captures that “calm before the storm” feeling so very well.
Concerning “The Stages of Slug Denial” slugs and snails are awful, keep fighting the good fight and continue salting them into nonexistence.
I enjoyed “The Stages of Slug Denial”, the increasing anger of the narrator was hilarious. It made me imagine the next possible stage and if people can hear a man yelling about slugs as he writes alone in a room.