I never knew
Just how far
Away two hundred
Eighty miles was
I’ll tell you
It’s the same
Exact distance as
The moon far
For me to
Get to you
I might as
Well be going
To the moon
That’s how far
Far away now
Is to me
Category: Creativity
HereItIs (for Java)
He told me
To write a
Poem so here
Goes
I’m like a
Pasture that’s been
Scarred by the
Heavy wheeled machinery
Meant to plant
Grow and harvest
But that have
Additionally turned me
From pristinely pastoral
Into just another
Few acres of
Raped pillaged profit
ProblemUs
I’m not broken
Neither are you
And there in
Lies the problem
The problem us
And it all
TugO’War (for Java, I get it)
I have tried
God knows how
I have tried
Standing on my
Side and holding
This rope letting
You win and
Drag me through
The mud of
Your life hoping
To eventually pull
You back through
To my side
But no once
I was winning
You dropped your
Rope knee deep
In mud saying
I’d rather stay
Here and wallow
Staring in disbelief
Pleading asking why
I dropped mine
And returned home
Letting you stay
Where you’ve always
Wanted to be
In your mud
But now I
Understand why whereas
Your mud is
Knee deep my
Mud’s deep enough
To drown in
AppRomance (for Java)
A long time
Ago in a
Faraway land called
Romance you showed
Your interest in
Another with conversation
An evening walk
Or sometimes even
Flowers and candy
But today in
The land called
Apps it’s performed
By a tap
Or a wink
Or a woof
Or a smile
Or even I
Suppose swipe right
