Author: drachenkreiger

It is an interesting sensation

when lotion is applied

to the dry skin

and you can just feel the moisture

returning to it.

Somedays the news is bleak.

Other days nothing is interesting.

Today is who gives a -bleep- day.

Tomorrow there will have to be another check on the meter.

She says things

that you wish were true.

She does things

that disappoint you.

Her promises are not fake

but she forgets them

once she gets what she takes

from your selfless gem.

I wish I could trust her

but like her father before

I have learned not to put

faith in the “I promise..” store.

They never end.

There is always

another chore to do.

Even on days off

You still need to clean up

After whatever activity you do.

Maybe that is why

I have never liked cleaning days

because every day is cleaning day.

I feel nothing

come to mind.

No ideas.

No inspiration.

Nothing.

My mind is blank.

So, no poem today!

I remember spotting him

as I walked the kids

to and from school.

He was rounder and larger.

It took me awhile

but I finally figured out

he only had one leg.

To this day I sometimes wonder

what was that magpie’s story.

Feelings of discontent

Resonate with in me.

Where they came from?

What they mean?

I do not know.

All I know is that I am restless.

And that

Is never a good sign.

I am insignificant in this world.

I try to make sense of my purpose.

Yet, to this day

I know not what that is.

I want to be someone,

anyone!

Anyone but me.

I want to be known as more than someone

who everyone else has forgotten.

Driving down the road.

Yes, the light is green.

The cars in front of me have stopped.

Looking in the rearview mirror.

A truck dodges the rear end of my vehicle.

Only to drive up onto the curb.

Thank you for not hitting me.

But honking your horn

does not deflect the blame here sir.

You were speeding and changed lanes

without thinking.

So, no damage was done.

Have a nice day!

Looks so pretty.

Tastes so pure.

Innocence contained.

Trail of the stars.

Unofficial colour of boredom.

Refracts the light.

Merely a colour.

One that is associated

with both good and bad.

No one colour is superior to another.