Old things had to make way for the new
Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall
Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned
Reducing the old structure into historic rubble
And she knew she was good at what she was doing
The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection
Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story
“Look, it’s true what they say about… you know.”
“Except I don’t know. Please educate little ol’ me.”
“Not on your life! If you don’t know, well then all the better.”
“Good grief! Be a man and tell me.”
“That would be funny if it wasn’t so ironic.”
“How come? Telling me would be such a… small thing.”
How do you get better at something?
Almost always the answer is doing
I have been writing a poem a day for the past nine years
Know that sometimes they were bad, but sometimes they were good
Undertake a journey today and read some. The link below is to all 3,287 …
Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
Determined to consume her weight in pasta
It tasted so good. The sauce was so savory
Slurping noodle after noodle splattered sauce everywhere
Her date watched with a hungry smile. He thought she was such a tasty…
“Questioning what I do will cost you more.”
“Uh, why do you say that?”
“As you waste my time asking me, the expert you hired, stupid questions, my price goes up.”
“Reasonable, but that isn’t a good working relationship.”
“This isn’t a coworker situation. We have an employer-employee situation.”
“Except that always ends in a toxic work environment. We need to have a de-escalation training.”
“Really? You think that? I quit! You can take your two bits and shove them!”
Note: two bits = 1 quarter
Being in IT when every computer on campus was making noises
Especially as they rebooted over and over again was not going to be good
Ernie knew he was doomed for a long long long day
Perhaps this was not the week to give up swearing, but he wanted to yell something. “Oh …”
Putting a piece of yourself out into the digital world
Organizing a public persona that the private one hides behind
Still, some of the private part leaks through the online words and pictures
That’s the good/bad of social media.
He thought he knew exactly what to do
Until he found out the hardware wouldn’t work
Being too smart for his own good he whipped up something new
Realizing that was a wasted four hours because he had just simply wired the original backwards
It had worked all the time if he had just opened his eyes and slowed down
So much for a calm Sunday
So you feel like you’re an imposter, an actor
That you play your part in the drama called life
And you are not too good at the role
Give yourself credit. No one else could take your place
Embrace the applause and take a bow, you’re a star