Ode To My Trash Can

Oh, Trash Can! You stand so tall,

You hold my rubbish and you never fall.

You regal thing, you’ve stood through the ages,

Have never failed me and you are an angel.

One outside, waiting to be dumped,

One by my bedside, waiting for junk.

You live to serve, without any thanks,

So I’m here today to give you some praise.

Why do you do these noble deeds?

What have we ever given you?

A form of charity, I assume

So thank you, my honorable hero!

It’s Not Love

People tell me I’m lucky They tell me, be grateful

How can I be grateful For people who ignore me?

I beg for love, Try to pry it from their hands

But it isn’t love If it has to be taken

I do my best But time after time I fail

I begin to believe That no one could love me

I give them so many chances Hundreds of moments

Where all it would take is a word To brighten my day

They disregard All of my attempts

I am nothing to them

One says I’m here for you The other says nothing at all

She isn’t here for me Always gone

More important things await her But at least she trys

The latter hides away She closes herself in her burrow

Many days I request her time But every risk I take

Gets thrown to the ground I am nothing to her

So I ball it all up No one need know

But my soul is dying Day by day

So I tell you everything I hide nothing from your eyes

You know me front and back Better than I know myself

I hope one day You will tell the world

That they dodged a bullet Or lost a love

You needn’t know which

Why?????

Do you ever wonder why? I do. Probably more than I should. I wonder why we send children to school for twelve years, then send them to college for who knows how many more years. We do all this so that they can get a job, right? So they can have money and they can pay for their children to be part of the same damn process. We used to live in the moment. Enjoying life as it came. Now we live for the future when we should be living for today. It’s a system that very few people break out of. Sometimes I wish I could break out of it. Then I ask myself, why not? I try and find an answer to that recurring question. If you really think about it, we don’t do that much. So why not? Why don’t you just hop in your car and drive as far as you can until you run out of gas? You could be thinking, “Because I don’t want to.” If that’s you, then that’s totally cool and you can stop reading. But if I’m reading your mind and this is exactly what you want, then why haven’t you already left? Something must be holding you down. So ask yourself, why not?

tomorrow

We tend to go through life without thinking. But if you sit down and contemplate your life, you’ll realize that every single day you live is a gift. You have no way of knowing when your days on this earth will end. You or I could go to sleep one night and never wake up. Your body could simply stop. There is no way of controlling your existence. Yes, you can eat healthy. Yes, you can exercise. Yes, you can hope and pray that you’ll live to whatever age. But the reality is: we are fragile beings made of flesh and bone. There are 7.7 BILLION humans on our planet. Millions die every year and yet somehow we live as if that fate will never be ours. I have two words for you: wake up. Open your eyes and look at the facts. Your life will end and tomorrow is a gift.