What Should I? Revolutionary Blogging Poetry

So much to see.
So much to do.
So much to live.
So much to…
So what should I?

Torn Tendon Trying Tennis: Haiku Lament

When you’re 40 pounds/
overweight and you try to/
play, you might break stuff.

It’s sad that, many/
years later, she can make me/
feel despicable.

Many folks from your/
now and future won’t know your past/
save you reveal some.

This came off of a meme which said:
“So many people from your past know a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.”

The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.

OR
*shows

When the Klingon “I” /
shows on cushaw pie, eat! It’s/
a good day to die.

I can have all the/
deep woods I want. If no one/
comes, what good are they?

An adm’rals daughter,/
she still slept ‘neath bridges ’til/
she got herself straight.

In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.

You know you’re deep in/
the Bible Belt when billboards/
can quote Hosea.