My life is going to change in two months. I’ll be moving to another town to start a PhD program. I’ll be living in a townhouse and be able to grow plants for food, cook like I used, play video games, make music, and all sorts of things I haven’t been able to do because […]Read More Two Months Away From Change
I feel like I’m boring, uninteresting, No one cares to hear what I have to say, And it’s easy to ignore me when I’m texting, Maybe I get a few messages, or none, at the end of the day, No one wants to have a long talk anymore, I must be too bothersome, annoying, I […]Read More When I’m One Hundred
Hey everybody, I grew dissatisfied with my blog site address and name, ganymedebound. Now it’s jovialjupiter for my site address and Jovial Jupiter for my blog name. Funny what little things feeling stressed and depressed can lead one to do. Bye! -EzRead More Blog Name Change
Red, pink, and white blossoms by the island fence, Don’t touch their thorns, it’s common sense, Dropped blood doesn’t make the grass grow, Where did all the pretty roses go? A sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, Large, yellow, flowery faces reaching way up high, Staring down the sun ’til it’s time […]Read More Where Did All The Flowers Go?
That little boy seldom speaks, He’s such a quiet little boy, That little boy is rather meek, He’s such a good little boy. Not a word, not a sound, A book in his hands, Not moving around, Simply reading, in a trance, His iconic stance, Reading on the ground. Where did that quiet […]Read More Quiet Little Boy
Today is a day that brave men, Stormed bloody beaches, lives sold. Today is a day a little girl, Ignorant in youth, turned 2 years old. Those men have long disappeared, Into the abyss of darkness, That little girl grew old, Two months ago, she found bliss.Read More June 6th
I absolutely hate June 5th. And tomorrow will begin a phase of hating June 6th. June 5th is the birthday of the sister I never got to meet. My only sister. Born lost, a stillborn. Gone 12 years before I ever came to be. I’ve always wanted a sister. June 6th is the birthday […]Read More Do I need a title?
It’s supposed to rain today, Lightning and claps of thunder, Shaman dance to keep the rain at bay, I can’t have this day torn asunder. The ghostly haunting grounds, Where old bones lie and sleep, Cannot be flooded bound to bound, Otherwise, I’ll just quietly weep…Read More Rain Today
Soon, reality will come crashing down, The gravity of it all sucking me in, Into an ocean to choke and drown, Coming face to face with terrible sin. An action shall be taken, At the bones’ new haunt, My final words shall be spoken, These memories shall no longer taunt.Read More Moving On