Author: Stamphers

This is my authors site, it’s the central hub for all my writing, most often it’s very short stories and poetry, but occasionally I’ll post longer works to my portfolio.

what to do about my day

I feel bad about not making time for the things I’m supposed to do.

It’s not a lack of time that’s the problem it’s the other thing, human things, that is within my control

Hence I feel bad

I blame my environment but I’m lazy, I know this.

For some reason reading and writing is the easy thing to do when I got nothing else.

What makes my apartment suck up all of my energy?

I think my life is comfortable, too comfortable

Maybe I should quit my day job? That would put fire under my ass.

Why do I have to do it, though? Who cares if I waste my time anyway, is there something lost?

You live to create things, if you can. Everyone create something; a life, a reason to exist, an income, someone to hate, a reason to fight? a reason to love. What’s to say they are good or bad, they are all reasons to live.

What’s my reason other than feel joy? I can make people feel good around me but that’s no reason to exist. My writing is perhaps my reason. Maybe that’s why I don’t write all the time, because it’s just too important.

Nobody created anything worthwhile by being happy, it seems like.

by Stamphers

backwards

I am old

in my head

I’m old.

I like old things

things before my time

simple things

before

I have

any claim

on

nostalgia

I don’t complain about the new

I complain about what it does to me

I’m just a monkey head

with imagination

by Stamphers

all you lose is a little time, but you’ll get it back, next time

They say what’s healthy

but they don’t know.

Eat right, eat less.

Don’t have too much

of one thing

that’s what I go by.

They don’t know

they try to know

I’m not their guinea pig.

Sometimes they know

and they lie

they are the biggest scum

for money

I feel well

because I think well

and I live well, well enough

for someone that’s figuring it out.

And even if I’m wrong

I’m not afraid of death

We go on and on and on…

until we come back to the beginning

and we start over, on and on and on

I don’t know which lap this is

but I learn

to listen

by Stamphers

sometimes it’s just too damn easy

I feel like I’m wasting away in this apartment.

It’s safe,

it’s cheap, and it’s reasonably clean.

It’s a short distance to the bar and close to my family.

The only fault with it

is that I’m living

in it.

My TV is there,

my computer is there

and sometimes my brain is.

I don’t think I can be happy anywhere.

It’s the wanderlust

and the road beckons.

I have it too good, it’s pleasant and easy.

My mind is hijacked

by other things,

that’s the first problem.

Maybe that’s what I should fix first.

Get rid of it.

The distractions

But as any addict,

they stay,

because it’s scary without them.

I never used to be scared

of being alone with myself,

but then again,

I never worried about the future

either.

by Stamphers

I ride back home

I took the train back

I always enjoy reading

on the quiet side of the train

you know,

the side that’s supposed to be quiet?

I took my shoes off and put my feet up

When it was my turn to get off

my shoes were gone

Someone took them

The same way I took the train

Hope my shoes made them happier

than the train ride did

by Stamphers