2015-05-04 15.28.04


Not all things workout.

Not all things end with the smell of roses blooming.

Or, they do, over the casket.

Depressing but true.


has a way of being harder than you can imagine

and yet, somehow,

we are tougher than life.

Fragile, sure.

Mortal, totally.

But strong.

Stronger than you can imagine.

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

2 thoughts on “Life…”

  1. Reblogged this on Thoughts from the Front and commented:

    I wrote this poem… or whatever you classify it as… about a month ago. It started off a bit depressing, which was exactly where I was when I started writing it. But something inside me wouldn’t let me wallow, and as most of the poetry I write tends, it headed back into the light. Hope has a wonderful way of doing that, doesn’t it?


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