Original poetry and short stories by Ethan David Simpson, with a little spice of insanity thrown in.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
If Mumford & Sons is Popular music, I recommend calling them Ular rather than Pop.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Organic love can be found only at Fresh Market.
Here is, as I promised to Heather, my Italian Sonnet that I wrote for Creative Writing.
Why couldn’t you have stayed closer to me?
I saw it tear you down, like its dinner,
Feasting on your pure flesh like a sinner.
What I wouldn’t give to have you be free,
Of this life and death and insanity.
You were so proud you were getting thinner;
If you had only worn your new pinner,
You would not be this monster; a zombie!
I understand now what I have to do,
Though it requires me to steel my heart;
Please know that I do this out of true love,
And not because I no longer love you,
But this pistol in my hand says we part
Until I see my angel up above.
"Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking." - John Wain
p.s. A pinner is a ladies' hat that keeps her hair contained, so she won't be dragged down by zombies. Invest ladies!
p.p.s. Please give me an idea as to what I should title this poem, as well as any others you read without a title. And if you read a title you feel doesn't fit, or you have a better one, be unafraid to offer it up.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
I feel like green daffodils in space! Obviously it is Tuesday.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
I'm an awkward cow. MILK ME!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Obey your master! Bring him a jelly doughnut.
Monday, September 19, 2011
I AM A ROBOT ALIEN! TAKE ME TO YOUR MECHANIC!
This is a stickup! Give me all your comments!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Kill the Wabbit!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
If we make a baby, I wanna name it The Doctor!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Shopping
In brightest day, in blackest night, No cookies shall escape my sight!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
I have Wayne Rooney on my Fantasy team!
All's fair in love, war, and competitive eating!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Dream a little dream of me, because I'm pretty sure that's all you could handle.
Great sun and space,
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater."' - J.R.R. Tolkien