Review the works.
Edit the shame.
Flash on the photos.
Feel the life begin to drain.
Be a supporter.
Find vision in the air.
Get behind the water.
Pain will begin to pair.
So although it was tame.
The body lost we will not share.
Rose Death Metal
Pink sunglasses.
Loud screeching guitars.
Headache induced pain.
Fun for all ages.
Let me just turn off my hearing aid.
Lazy Green
Colour
Upon
Colour.
Painting
A fall
World.
Strokes
Pass over
Strokes.
I watch my hands
Create something
I was not expecting.
I passed a log
In the woods
it is a fallen tree.
On the toilet
it has an entirely different meaning.
Cold morning
Scraping the butter
Before you can use it for your toast.
Leaving the pajamas on for extra insulation
While getting dressed for the day.
Wishing there was snow
So you could complain about it.
Realizing that all these concerns
Are petty when you see a homeless person walk by.
Wishing you could crawl back into bed
Not just for the warmth, but shame at your selfishness.
4Vr More
Lost in a daydream.
Working up an appetite.
Crying for forgiveness.
Flush with a promise.
Hope instilled.
Until tomorrow surfaces
and shows a new face to fall on.
Extreme Horror Escape Room – The Experience – PARKING
Cars are a luxury
many of us willing use.
Our roads and highways demand them.
Yet, where do they all go when not being driven?
After they are parked,
How do we get them back out?
Car park hell.
It could be more costly to run though.
But I am curious as to what puzzles would be procured.
Throw away
Divorce the in-laws.
Trash the garbage bags.
Kitty litter smells.
Dump the scraps for the birds.
Re-usable?
Only if someone else likes dirt.
Fridge Light
You open the door.
Stare intently in.
The door closes.
You open the cupboard.
Peer quizzically at the cans.
The cupboard door swings shut.
You open the fridge door again.
Nothing has changed.
Same food sits on the shelves.
Magic is not real.
The fridge just makes us wish it was.
The light reminds us of our disappointment.
Not Her Fault
I choose to pick her up.
I choose to walk through the room.
In her fear my hand was clawed.
It was my fault.
Not hers.
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