I never wished to say goodbye to you,

My days prolonged with endless nights of woe,

With-out you, Patrick, Viewpoint will fall through,

 

Deprived of our companion and dear friend,

This place will never ever be the same,

If I were to continue to pre-tend,

My heart forever empty shall remain,

 

Our days of science fun continue on,

What’s left are distant memoirs of the past,

So many memories of days’ bygone,

Your teachings have inspired lands far and vast,

 

Who is that in the distance over there,

‘Tis Pat-rick Lind-say with mad skills to share.

But every time you bellow, swing your fist.

As every punch and angry word caused fear,

I learned to run away so that you missed.

In the beginning I would really try

Throughout the days I’ve learned to stay away

It’s easier to be alone to cry

The only hope remaining is to pray.

Well, how would things be different if you learned

It doesn’t really matter how I look?

Hey why can’t you give me the trust I’ve earned?

By scorning me it’s friendship you forsook.

Tomorrow look beneath your kitchen drawer

And try to love the cockroach you abhor.

The beautiful glass complements the case

The vibrant R G B lights give great flair

The loud, annoying fans I must replace

 

My motherboard now has some colored lights

It utilizes code called aura sync

The colors match which makes amazing sights

The cooler’s software from corsair is link

 

Constructing my computer was so hard

The management of cables took a while

Ow! Reaching through the grommet left me scarred

My injury’s pain didn’t make me smile

 

Eventually I’ll be cleaning dust

Or else my cool computer might combust

A sonnet for my favorite friend my cat

Malicious, fat, uncouth, yet very cute 

If only you would wear a little hat

But unlike a dog you don’t have a snoot 

Your problem results from a lot of food 

The haters and the others call you bad

Great memories of the Legos I glued

When you knocked over the display I had 

Alas the others run when you arrive

They fear the kitten you were disappeared

But we are always aware that you thrive

Your furry siblings know that you are the feared

Some people may say that you’re just okay

I love you ignore what those people say 

Home smells like cookies my kind mother ate.

This season always makes the cold so fun,

The snow is falling at a steady rate.

The outdoors’ chill sends shivers down my spine,

Some warm hot choc’late fills my coffee cup.

I miss the yellow sunlight’s friendly shine,

The burning of the fire heats me up.

As I walk outside, gazing above me,

The starless dismal sky clears up my mind.

The chill of midnight’s air makes me empty,

Tonight’s vast darkness makes my eyes feel blind.

The winter’s cold pains me more than before,

You never know what this time has in store.

You’re almost gone, I’m begging you to know,

That loving you always made me complete. 

I just will never, ever let you go, 

Your happiness was all that I cared for, 

And now I’m hoping you escape my brain. 

You have consumed me, breaking me some more.

Because you’re sticking on me like a stain, 

I’m washing you away like inky paint. 

From crying, lying, using the excuse, 

That someone like you should have been a saint. 

I think your love was only an abuse. 

To wonder you were just my Romeo, 

And now I’m feeling pain so please just go. 

My best-loved season is the time of snow

Live, love, eat, sleep, pray Christmas time for all

We always have fun combined friend or foe

The winter is the best to have a ball

Join loved ones, partners, friends during this time

I feel peace, happy, love, caring, and joys

Love or give a lot of gifts is no crime 

We receive alms, warmth, and for the kids toys

Hang all the stockings on the fireplace now

We all sing Christmas carols through the streets

As people light up the tree we all wow

We eat ham, Christmas pudding, gingerbread sweets

Kids hope that St. Nick, Rudolph will soon show

We all dream sugar plum and ho ho ho

So difficult didn’t think it would be

But if I don’t write I shall never pass

Writing these sonnets makes me want to flee

These sonnets need to rhyme and always flow

But somehow need to sound like a heart’s beat

How Shakespeare did it I will never know

But I would never plagiarize or cheat

It’s going on forever where’s the end

It should be nearer than it was before

I know the end is just around the bend

 Still, it seems to go on forevermore

Now a couplet is needed right here

To end the sonnet because of Shakespeare 

Fall is now quickly coming to an end 

The weather is now changing, cold is here

It’s a good time to cuddle with a friend

Once winter arrives the world is brand new

Snow falls and everyone hears the winds’ call

Just knowing it is winter gets me through

The massive world that sometimes seems so small

With winter also comes a lot of joy 

It’s full of holidays, which makes it great

There are treats, Christmas trees, and a small toy

There’s nothing that’s in winter you should hate

Though winter is the final season left

It steals the spotlight from the rest, that theft

I’ve tried but I can’t match the syllables

Each draft I wrote the rhyming had got worse

Hope grading won’t be analytical 

I search for iambs and words like “assart”

While some make theirs into a metaphor

And write some poetry to be apart

Of human race -- I hope mine’s not a bore.

To fill the line is really tiring

With words like sentimentalization,

I’d bet there’s sonnets more inspiring, 

Alas, this rhyme won't lead to damnation.

I might have written this with too much wit

I mean this sonnet has my name on it.

 So mirthful or displeased, the road you choose.

Mentally free to be happy or strife.

So through choice either you succeed or lose.

One opportunity to get it right.

Life is an intricate growing process. 

You can learn to live life so hold it tight,

Although it often can be a great mess.

You only live once many people say. 

It is true so be positive, be kind. 

Life is too short to focus on the gray. 

You live one time happiness you should find. 

Possibly we live on after we die,

Maybe there is never a real good bye.