Write them down
You steal them.
Keep them safe
As you sing your song.
No one break them
And I am stronger
When I speak them.
My think thoughts.
Less vomiting words
And talk. Not talk.
Blog
Turmoil in trouble
The mind refuses to stay focused.
Tangents appear with frequency.
Mouth vomits words fast.
Too fast.
The heart spills it secrets.
A touch and then a hug.
A long hug.
One that helps.
One that calms.
One that soothes.
One that reminds the heart of being loved.
One that is love.
Unlimited Lives
An oxymoron at its finest.
A term gamer geeks live for
when their game gives you an hour of them.
Still, the lives end when the hour is up.
Are all our lives at an end?
Is our hour up?
Gamer existentialism.
Sooner or later the game will end.
But real life demands we live our lives
like we have no limits.
Our unlimited life is one we choose to live.
Not when our hour is up.
Memo for the Day
Work smarter not harder.
Work harder or you will be fired.
Departure of employees will not be discussed.
Next meeting will discuss employee turnout.
New meeting to discuss employee morale.
Management rearrangement revealed at next meeting.
Management needs to discuss where did all the employees go?
Stare
Unblinking
Yellow
Waiting
Watching
Tense
Expectant
and
most of all
Unnerving.
Pants
There was a pair
somewhere around here
that were not stained
or previously worn
{for five days straight}.
Ones that were fresh and clean
so that they gird the loins
of the one who must make their way
into the eye of the public
{grocery stores count}.
Cloth coverings not torn
but ones that did not have
a bad smell.
Ones that should have been washed
days ago.
Emergency measures must be taken.
Scrub off the stain
and apply some deodorant
{on the inside}
and pray that no one notices.
Cat Hair
Covers the furniture.
My clothes are not exempt.
Even the shower only takes some away.
For a rub afterward soon replaces the lost ones.
Petting,
Scritching,
Cuddling and
Rubbing.
Their hair is their way to remind you of their love.
Porch Light is Off
Sitting at the computer.
Playing my game.
Sudden knock.
A yell from outside.
Peeking through the curtain.
Trick or Treaters.
Oops.
I forgot about Halloween.
Rip Roaring Headache
Not a migraine.
Not.
Not yet.
The cause of could be anything.
Lack of sleep.
Not enough water drunk.
Children screaming.
Though most often
it is the caffeine addiction
that influences my morning ritual.
So, off to the kettle I go
and hope this works.
If not,
you’ll find me
curled up
hiding in my blankets
where I can hide from the light of day!
Change in Plans
Anticipation for the moment to come
disappears into a palpable disappointment.
Reasons aside it feels like a balloon popped
and all you can do is let it go.
Understanding why does not always mean
you feel sympathetic.
Still, come what may, this may be for the best.
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