Before my coffee
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After
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Begging me
Pushing me
Growling
I arrive
And give him his donut anyways
You Do Not Understand
He was put in his place.
Once.
By the teacher.
After he had been harassing her.
Bullying her.
Making her hate herself.
Again.
After all I do.
I love her.
Am I to lose her?
Perception
What’s wrong with you!
Stop being lazy!
Just get up and go do it!
What are you waiting for?
How come you’re not working?!
….
I am working.
I know what is wrong with me.
I am not lazy.
I can not just get up and do it.
I’m not waiting, I’m healing.
…
Yet never is it enough.
Unless my work is what they think I should be.
It is never enough to be strong mentally.
It is never a choice between being healthy physically
or shut down because of mental trauma.
…
They do not realize they have traumatized me.
They do not understand.
They care about my future
but miss what is happening in the present.
In order to heal, I must come to terms with my past
…
I fight with them because they do not see me.
I argue in order to prove I am right.
I know I can not change them.
Yet, I still try.
Perhaps someday I will learn to love myself.
With or without them.
Mashed Potatoes
The one part of the meal that everyone enjoys.
It is versatile and complete.
By itself it may seem bland
but truly it is the backbone that deserves respect.
Creamy or garlicky or flavoured with paprika
Potatoes make the evening complete.
Leftover mashed potatoes never happens
in this household.
So calling yourself mashed potatoes
means you are loved.
Not everyone may appreciate you
but I certainly do.
(I normally don’t add the why behind the poem because I like to have it speak for itself. In this case, Kelsie Dolin, I want you to know how much I like all of you and I hope you go far on American Idol.)
Hate you?
I certainly don’t like you.
I obviously don’t love you.
I do not understand you.
I wonder if I should learn more about you?
I can not say I know you.
But hate you?
I can say I do not like you
but hate?
When does disliking someone
automatically turn into hating them?
I suppose war will do that to you.
Take a Look at the Light
Electricity brings illumination.
A light bulb represents ideas.
A flame brings hope in the dark.
A fire burns either you or everything else.
Yet, destruction brings new life.
A light sometimes is all one needs.
Philosophical terminology aside
When the sun rises
So does our eyes.
Glass Jars
Typically uniform.
Unexpectedly coloured.
Green overlays blue
while red and black swirl
in a riotous pattern
of elegance.
Pink and orange
invite yellow to party
and everyone
takes the back seat
to purples
handclasp with gold.
The rainbow
really should include Puce.
No donuts
The doughnuts have gone missing.
The thief must be around.
The bakery doors are closed.
No others are to be found.
I dare not laugh
For fear the white dust
Around my mouth
Tells more of the tale
Than I would like.
Bad decisions
Calculated intensely
Still results in horrific actions.
The attrition of human life lost
Is not the best use reason.
Expected or unexpected casualties
Are always the innocent.
Why do those in charge
Think we must accept the fires?
Trust is broken repeatedly
And sometimes the decisions
Are all bad.
Line
Thin line of essence
stretching out toward
Mind’s eye sees the destination
yet all I see is fear.
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