«Refrigerator Haiku»

I never really did learn to appreciate poetry. It always seems to not make sense, or has to follow some archaic form. As much as they tried to jam poetry down my throat in school, I still don't really understand it.

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«First Blogoversary»

January 21st may not be a holiday for anyone else, but it's a personal holiday for me. 1 year ago I started this blog. That's right, I've been rambling on for a year now. Someone must care; across my 404 posts, I've accumulated 1,313 comments so far.

Across my entire site (not just the blog) I've had over 200,000 visits and 400,500 pageviews during this past year. Not too bad, I suppose.

My 10 personal favorite posts are (in order of date posted):

• An Easy Solution to the Oil Dependency
• Black Tears
• Where Did Marf Come From?
• More About Sea-Monkeys
• Over-Response
• The Game
• Gibletzinsauseovich
• The Bridge to Nowhere
• O to be a Cactus...
• From Obama to The Game

Well, here's to another year of blogging!

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«O to be a Cactus...»

...A symbol of the unhuggable - of silkworm size or immense; at times invisible.


Felicitous phenomenon!

Bonus points if you can figure out what the title of this blog post is a parody of.

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«Black Tears»

I usually don't like poems. I hate to write them, and most of them are a pain to read as well.

This poem is one exception. I connected with it somehow... I had stumbled upon it years ago on a forum, I believe. I was doing a Google search for something totally different, looking at various search results. I wasn't a member of the forum, or even had heard of it before.

Then it disappeared off the internet for the longest time. I thought it was one of those lost treasures, and I was one of the few that saved it. But now I see it's back on the internet, and can be found at Poems by Matthius. Now that I know there's a place to find more poems by this author, I'll have to go look.

Black Tears

Bleeding tears touch the rose,
Turning black as the emotions froze.
Timeless and everlasting,
sad thoughts of pain and suffering.

These words are the ones I feel,
these words are what is real.
Screaming sounds of anguish and emotion,
cries of pain for love and devotion.

This world is not always,
a perfect and happy place.
Seeing through a violent haze,
and going through the world at slow pace.

Tears fall from eyes,
formed of dark red blood.
Falling on a once red rose,
my tears they start to flood.

With each tear drop that leaves my eye,
the rose goes darker black.
With each tear that I cry,
there is no turning back.

~Matthius~

I had even made a desktop background with the poem on it, here's the background I made:

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