“Here lies the body of Clint Clifford Haugen,
He tried to be a writer
He tried to be a fighter
He tried to love
He tried to live
He put himself out there for the world to cast stones
He tried to be a decent person
He tried to be better
but trying,
has now turned into never.
Here lies the body of the man who tried
but never became.
Here Lies Clint Clifford Haugen,
‘The Tryer’.”
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
