Delicious.
Fresh.
Crunchy.
Healthy.
Now to just pick all the leftover salad bits from my teeth.
Sick days
Should be weekdays
When you are supposed to be at work.
Not on the weekends!
Funtime
Work is done.
Last weekend of summer.
Official or unofficial?
Who cares.
I get to sleep in.
Poem
My words.
Creation involved.
Meaningless or thoughtful?
Does anyone care?
Sounds recorded on a page.
Ghost writer, I am not.
Vacation blues
Coughing my lungs out.
Head pounding.
Nose dripping like a faucet.
Fever comes and goes.
At least I had a few days of fun before this laid me low.
Change of Heart
Hurting people.
Not respecting them.
Enslaving them.
To turn around
To helping them.
Making sure laws were made
So others cannot hurt them.
All that could be said
Was a change of heart.
Good and bad
Moments of happiness.
Tears of sadness.
Joy and laughter.
Grumbling and swearing.
One day can bring it all.
Great things
Little blessings
Treating people kindly
May mean your day
Can go from a horrible experience
To one of knowing
That you are having a good day
Adventure Time
Things come in threes.
Superstition says.
Sometimes I play along.
Other times a brick gets slapped into my face.
Determination
Through will alone
I will get through these troubling days.
Luck and self sacrifice
Have deserted me.
My wishes are not coming true
In the way that is the best for me.
Things will work out in the end.
I just fear it will mean I end up homeless.
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