More nonsense

Philosophical Flow

The moon waxes and wanes.
The tides ebb and flow.
Flowers bloom and die.
That's the way life goes.

Days are long but short.
Years are that way too.
Friends come and go.
Which one's are always true?

Night comes and goes.
Love is found and lost.
Happiness is like the wind.
Rustling and often tossed.

Family is close but fights.
Sleep is here and there.
Death comes to us all.
Often with despair.

Desha Gregory

Second piece of poetic nonsensse

Untitled

Mind and body,
all as one.
Soul set free,
to have some fun.
A world of chaos,
what's to gain.
The world will burn,
it's all to plain.
Death has come,
the time is here.
For all to die,
we'll disappear.
Such a pity,
what a shame.
Life is gone,
but who's to blame.
Suicide a pasifists notion.
Life without violence,
such devotion.
It's to late,
there's much to fear.
Life is gone,
Hell is here.

Desha Gregory

Class free-writing exercise

It's the most memorable and horrifying thing in the house to me. The chair just inside the living room door. The chair my mom died in. I remember it like it just happened. I was nine years old when the aneurysm hit her. it was quick and painless but it messed me up a great deal. I was sitting on her lap sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching Jaws. It wiped out 100% of her brain instantly turning her into a vegetable. This was 22 years ago and on her birthday and the day it happened it still bothers me a bit.