I know I said that I would be back to blogging on a regular basis at the end of my last post. Well, I lied. I am here now though so just shut up. Although, you might be disappointed because this is not going to be a long post. Frankly, I don’t really give a shit if you are or aren’t disappointed. It’s not that I don’t have shit that I could spend a whole page talking about. That isn’t the point. The point is that I don’t want to talk about any of that right now, so I am writing this. I am hoping this post will tide over a few people who keep bitching at me to blog. So enough of my ranting; I give you my latest poem. This poem is a Shakespearean sonnet unless I messed up on my syllables, which tends to happen. If so, I am sorry. The title, if you were too stupid to figure out, is the same as this blog post.
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Morning twilight awakes the house of love.
The sun’s golden rays pierce ancient windows.
Perched on the window sill sits a white dove.
The morning dew creates some hazy glows.
Cryptic shadows dance joyfully on walls.
The house can stand any pressure it is under.
No one enters until destiny calls.
The house sits alone shrouded by wonder.
Destiny has chosen me to arrive.
I leave old feelings of wonder behind.
I pass tranquil gardens feeling alive.
The answer to life slides into my mind.
Great happiness fills my heart instantly.
I’ll live in the house of love peacefully.
