LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
Written by C Hues
October 13, 2022
My uncle said it’s the end times My dad said these are darker days My mom said it’ll be just fine My sister said it’s all a phase Oh my, it’s pretty hard to tell When the world’s been this unwell You might start doubting everything And think this world is really hell Well, I think the sages see The world is not what it should be But whether it’s eternity Or whether it will pass We must stand against the storm Whatever shape, whatever form.
Written by C Hues
October 12, 2022
Those who’ve passed are still around We do not see them, but they remain Their souls are with us above ground We wake up, and hear a sound That transports us to memory lane Those who’ve passed are still around They fight for us, pound for pound And in our corner, keep us sane Their souls are with us above ground They follow like a loyal hound Yet they’re the ones who teach and train Those who’ve passed are still around Death cannot defeat what’s bound Though memories may bring us pain Their souls are with us above ground They are with us if faith is found Their lives with us were not in vain Those who’ve passed are still around Their souls are with us above ground.
Written by C Hues
October 11, 2022
“Your One-Time Password Is Five Seven Five Seven Seven.” Fall asleep— Waking up, hours later: Your password has expired.
Written by C Hues
October 7, 2022
In the shadow of a better man, You feel less and less yourself. Pursuing what you suspect is there, But proving nothing. Trying to live up to a name, While failing to make your own. You start to think you’re on your own And question if you are a man. You may have your father’s name But you are still yourself. When reflecting, you see nothing. What, if anything, is there? I don’t think you should go there— To a place that’s not your own. You will end up with nothing, And feeling that you’re not a man. Who is this? Are you yourself? Do you even know your name? There’s more to you than just your name, Even though it’s always there. You still think you’re in this by yourself, And that who you are is what you own. But what you have won’t make you a man, Obsessing over nothing. You start to see success is really nothing Other than trying to make a name. So what you thought of as a man Was never truly there. The mistakes you own Do not define you but help you better yourself. So go and be yourself And want nothing. Your soul is your own. Your father’s name Does not put you there— On the path to be your better man. Now you know yourself, you are more than a name. You can see nothing will get the ego there— Because you are a man who holds his own.
Written by C Hues
October 6, 2022
You are just on time It is Five Seventy-Five Oh, I need glasses