What am I going to do with my problem?
I could have said my life
but that I already know that locomotive is crazy.
I have many problems.
Too many?
Or just the ones that drive me insane.
Wait, be patient.
The kids will grow up and move away.
Someday….
I hope.
My ideas that are forbidden
based on society’s taboos.
Fleeting shower memes
that should be randomly discarded.
Personal opinions about strangers
and their shopping or driving habits.
The most dangerous of all,
the ones telling me how bad I am.
They have lost their weight
and as I gain my mental health
I strive for victory over the guilt
and self doubt.
Some thoughts will come and go
but the ones I know deflect
give me greater self control.
Always charge for your work.
Otherwise they will take for granted
what you have to offer.
Charge them so they see the quality in what you do!
Artists may get great Exposure
but no one will give them money
for their creations.
I wonder if I should become an architect instead?
Seemingly small
Infinitesimal meaning
Wibbley Wobbley
Weird is cheating
Time is fleeting
and no one understands me anymore.
Seeing the good in everything
can be impossible sometimes.
I would very much like to request
that Life stop throwing such difficult tasks my way.
My energy and capacity are super low
and they recharge so slowly.
I have a lot of love to give
but right now I must focus on myself.
For if I can not love who I am
and the body I am in,
how can I possibly love another?
The answer
is love is not contained but boundless.
Life on the other hand
can be a jerk!
The down turned smile.
Messy hair with the green shirt.
Sleepy and unwilling to move.
More cuddly than usual.
Will she or won’t she?
School is inevitable!
Slim to none.
But
If you get a Fat Chance
things aren’t looking better.
In fact the you have a chance
when the odds are slim.
No. You may not have a cookie.
You are home sick today. No sugar.
There’s a cat.. in front of the screen.
Sigh, guess I’ll wait until she moves.
Where’s my coffee?
I swear I just had it in my hand!
Stop being a little tyrant!
Now, what was I going to write about again?
From the moment I was born
until now
my life has been a series
of frowns.
Joy intermittent, fleeting and gone
what can I do to be free
of this pain
when all I want is to be me!
Do I know who I am?
Within this life of mine?
Am I good?
Or merely divine?
What if I’m bad?
A horrible mean spirit?
That would make me sad.
I wonder…
Perhaps I am neither?
Or both
delightfully strong in pathos
and wonder?
Any which way,
This is my life.
You have grown so tall.
The smiles on your face radiate
the joy of life you have found.
When you frown it upsets me.
Your stubbornness frustrates me.
I love you.
You are my child.
Change to become the one you were always meant to be.
Do not let anyone tell you otherwise
least of all me.
Though I may love you
I do not always understand you,
so be the one who you can love
and I will love you always.
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