Calvero's Blog, page 214

I do not mean to be a bother but may I just say your poem "true depression is watching/feeling your heart get crushed like a soda can," there are absolutely no words to explain how wonderful it is and how touched as a reader I felt while reading it. You ar

You don’t need to apologize for anything. 
You have made my day and I sincerely can’t...

true depression is watching/feeling your heart get crushed like a soda can

I was sitting outside of a Wendy’swhen I saw a fellowhousing-impaired individualrummaging througha...

Seriously, asking me how to get published is like walking up to an astronaut and asking him/her, "How do I go to the moon?"

And now time for a bitter, drunken, cranky old man post, brought to you by Calvero.
If you wanna...

Yeah. I wouldn’t fuck with us either…

Yeah. I wouldn’t fuck with us either…

Me when a pretty girl says she enjoys listening to modern...

Me when a pretty girl says she enjoys listening to modern “country” music.

You know what poetry needs? More sappy, cliched, overly sentimental poets whose “literary...

You know what poetry needs? More sappy, cliched, overly sentimental poets whose “literary...

i have a huge crush on a dumpster

There’s this dumpsterbehind this ice cream parlornot too far frommy housethat I have a crush...

And now, the end is hereAnd so I face the final curtainMy...

And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and ev’ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

Yes, it was my way

How I feel when people talk to me about their diet plans and exercise routines must be how people...

How I feel when people talk to me about their diet plans and exercise routines must be how people...

"Loveis an illusionthat you are closeto someone elsewho is alive."

“Love
is an illusion
that you are close
to someone else
who is alive.” - Calvero,...