When no one listens
and you know the answer.
You try to tell them
only to find what you said
repeated by someone else.
You may have said it first
but they get the credit!
Then people wonder why you are so quiet.
When no one listens
and you know the answer.
You try to tell them
only to find what you said
repeated by someone else.
You may have said it first
but they get the credit!
Then people wonder why you are so quiet.
A simple word here.
A turn of the phrase there.
Trying to direct the conversation
back to the original discussion.
Yet blocked by the one who won’t listen to reason.
Well, to my reasoning anyways.
Twisting my words back at me,
throwing the metaphors and dialogues into the garbage.
This fair weather co-worker is not worth my time.
Yet I must endure their spite in order to get paid.
The bum
can be dumb.
When it makes me run
it is less
fun!
The forest is wide and long
and winds along the river.
The directionless child
wanders freely along its banks.
The parent helpless to stop the curious gaze
watching as every rock is picked up and examined.
Yet in and of itself the act of walking
calms and helps focus the pair on their exciting journey.
This adventure will be measured in pebbles.
Balderdash and Bananas.
Whoever thought up these phrases deserves a medal.
Cheese fries and gravy.
Poutine wonderful dish of gooeyness.
Deathstar and Droids.
Fantasy world to visit but never live in.
Earthships and Ecology.
Are we living the good life? Or destroying it?
Friends and Family.
Things to be thankful for every day breathe is drawn.
Fiddlesticks and fiddles.
I don’t know how to play either of them!
Threat imminent.
Defences are failing.
Shook troops have been eliminated.
The State is growing concerned.
Our last hope was killed.
Sleep is our last option.
Endless.
Eternal.
Faking it until the child goes away.
Direct the anger into a positive result.
Give up the impossible dream of control.
Respect the ones who deserve it,
even if you don’t think they are.
Love yourself and let it flow unto others.
Be kind to yourself for you are worthy.
Never give up hope that a miracle will happen.
The day you give in, is when I still love you.
Remember me fondly
For I have succumbed to the plague
My infected children have brought me.
Alas they will survive
Where I will not.
So remember my deeds
as I sit huddled miserably
drinking the only thing my stomach allows.
The tea cools and I look pathetically at said children.
If I was a mere man
and not a mom I would have long since perished.
Alas I instead stand up
and start on breakfast.
She tries.
She is trying.
She is young still.
She doesn’t understand.
She fights me when I insist on her doing something she doesn’t want to do.
She is stubborn.
She is love.
She knows love.
She is trying
And so am I.