There Will Always Be Days Like Yesterday

Those frustrating days when nothing seems to be appreciated.  Yeah, I have those.  Most know me as a perfectionist when it comes to editing, and a creator when it comes to writing and photography.  But the fact is...its really hard to write and create simply because there are days when you wonder if anyone is reading at all....

Sure, this blog gets ‘plenty’ of views, but how many stop and read?  Not many comment, that’s for certain.  So how can I even tell how many read?

(poem) - The Consequence of Breaking the Rules

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one don’t.

Okay, Just kidding
But seriously, isn’t it nice
To break the rules
Just like breaking the ice?


The ideas
That can be expanded upon
Are sometimes held back
By the rules we rely upon

For instance this rhyming scheme
Can be a bit droll
I sometimes have to hit a website
That can give me a word like hole

Sometimes ideas
Simply cannot rhyme
Even if you try to do it
With all of your time

The sad fact is
Some rules have to be broken
So others may take their place
Else you just rhyme a word as a token

Break free of the chains
That bind you to your silly ways
It is the best way
To get noticed and get laid


Don’t believe me?
Well you should
I’m eclectic by nature
Half crazy under the hood

Yet somehow I’m married
To the most amazing woman in the world
An amazing development
As my life has unfurled

The fact is
My rhymes hide the fact
That I have problem with ‘beats’
Its just something I lack

So for now I bid you goodbye
As I work out this last rhyme
Or maybe I won’t rhyme at all
Only time will tell if I succeed.

Need, bleed, creed, feed....
AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH
I can’t not rhyme....
*cry*

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

The Loss of Internet Connection

There’s nothing quite like an internet outage in this day and age.  Wake up, get the computer running, and boom, nothing you can do.  It’s a pretty crazy feeling to feel this kinda helpless.  All the stuff that keeps me connecting to the outside world has fallen silent, and it’s a pretty interesting feeling.

To me, it’s the loss of connectivity.  Most of all I do now is online, this blog for instance.  With an internet outage, I have no way of connecting to it.  I mean, sure, there are things I can do around the house, but as I write this, I’m sitting her in my scheduled blog time.