Video Games
Since rules are meant to be broken I am turning this spot into my poetry corner.
Reflections
Cigarette smoke curling past my eyes, making them water.
The ebbs and flow of life about me, making me wonder.
Taking a trip down memory lane.
The good times, that don't seem as good now, or maybe they are just stale and worn out.
The years of drug abuse, which now with experience was a necessary folly.
The bad times, now looking back I can laugh at them.
The times of complete terror, of sorrow and loss, love and happiness.
High times and hard work, pain and pleasure.
All to make me the man I am today.
And haven't been eaten by a shark! haha
