pieced together a bundle of wood

Synthetically disrupt, where it has a unique but yet broken look, describing the efforts of someone that may feel the same, holey and loose. Where does the image place you, a museum, cove or a log cabin? Anywhere is fine, as if you can be lost without hope but still noticeably in charge of where you’re heading. In time, only you will allow to take yourself to where you can allow it, to be not a poser nor a leader for you are yourself. It really reminds me of how I disregard misleading and mysterious objects. The disruptive look gives a sense of craziness and makes you ask why? What was he thinking? Where did he create this?

tension

Caution, eyes piercing. The noticeable tension or awkwardness of being somewhat creepy is that it is mesmerizing or is it stalking. What looks are being exchanged or what looks are being shared? Are they lovers or are they strangers? What is there next move? Does he come forth towards her and is she going to accept his efforts? She walks away, not giving him the moment he is asking for. He begs and pleads for her forgiveness and so he remains persistent. A shriek, hair-standing cold chills come across your back. What could it be now? Now blind and out of site, what has happened?

deck

The unique spot I can think back to is the deck. A lot of people have placed a step; put a foot in on damaging one spot at a time. It was a spot where it brought two people together for a timeline in their lives, me and my father. I can think of all the good memories and the bad. Some of the good ones pertained to me and my friends hanging out having pool parties and just straight fun. Some of the bad contained two girls liking one person and both being on this spot at the same time. Boy were tensions high.

vacation days

Today reminded me of a day when I was on vacation, setting flight to Florida. Skies were blue and I couldn’t help but think of what it would be like if I were on vacation. Reflecting back to when vacation was affordable. The days now seem endless where there is no relief in sight. When will I be able to take a vacation? Work, school, work, school, it never stops. One day, I will look back and know that this was worth it and then I will be able to take as much vacation as I want.

love

Wearing a black pin-striped suit, staring
Setting his eyes on the rainy sky above
Tranced into deep thought, preparing
Step for step they shared their love
Rain seemed to race to the casket
Burial spot now filled with water
Splashing down like he’d made a basket
He remembers how he caught her
Like a fisherman reeling in the big one
Both clumsy, bodies hit, food everywhere
Now, standing there, everything done
Praying to got to take him there

What had happened

The man lived on a farm, where he carried a great life. Well-known, 14 years of marriage to an ex-model. Woke up every day at 5 a.m. since the day he returned from the war. He seemed to lose his mind when the death of his wife occurred. He was abusing his power as a veteran of foreign war, getting into places only he could with his VFW acknowledgement, by stealing and abusing people. He then moved out to his mothers, where he met up with his ex-fiancé. He then began to get better. More and more with time, she seemed to do him good. Then one day he came home to walk in on her with someone else. He lost it. Went to the basement and grabbed his stolen gun, came back upstairs and shot them both. He left town immediately and was never heard from again. The gun was traced back to a man, who had reasonable cause to be not suspected, and claimed that the gun had been stolen a couple of months back.

He was the kind of guy that...

He was the kind of guy that bitched
He was the kind of guy that walked away
He was the kind of guy that cheated
He was the kind of guy that stole
He was the kind of guy that dealt drugs
He was the kind of guy that quit every job possible
He was the kind of guy that sped
He was the kind of guy that had aids