The weather is inclement.
My mood is foul.
Chores still to do.
A warm blanket is near me.
Clocking out for the day.
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He’s a Hyena
Cackling
Laughing
Sneering
Grinning
Howling
Being rude
He gives the actual animal
a bad name.
Creative Writing
Using words
to say something completely different.
Or exactly the same
as the person who forwarded it to you.
Using your imagination
but building in a twist
so the reader can be shocked.
If it is really well done,
sometimes you even surprise yourself.
Cave
Exit only to get food.
To get rid of the waste biproducts.
Vaguely remember other people.
Today is cave day.
Recharge the energy used from the past week.
Hermit shall I be, until tomorrow, at least.
Hosting
People coming over.
House to be cleaned.
Food to be prepared.
Clothes to be nice.
Social small talk.
Exhaustion afterwards.
Still cleaning up to be done.
I have no joy in this task.
So please do not ask me to host.
Are you available
Scheduling dilemmas
overwhelm those who cannot see joy.
Obligation strikes fear
into what should be a happy occasion.
Comfort and peace
come at a price.
If blood is thicker than water
maybe we should stop spilling it.
Fringe
You say without the core
the fringes would not survive.
Perhaps you misunderstand,
the fringe does not want to be the core,
they merely want to be treated with respect,
Courteousness and kindness.
All things the core takes for granted.
Mainly because they have the fringe to scapegoat.
No one wants to be the scapegoat
and doing something to change it
is what the core is really afraid of.
They don’t want to give up their comfort zone
and so try to push the fringes away – again.
Journey
One path started.
Obstacles littered in the way.
Trying to get past them.
Learning to overcome them costs much.
Then a single offshoot
becomes the main route
for it tells of why those obstacles were there
and why they should not have been.
So instead of the regular stones and tree branches,
Mud and rain slow down the progress
because society does not see me
past my disabilities,
merely for what value I might offer it
in the standard way.
When I try to argue my value is not there
More dirt is thrown in front of me
and I have to keep moving from the blizzard that was created.
Cynical
I have learned this behaviour.
My brothers took advantage of my gullibility.
I used to believe everything I was told.
I would take someone’s word as truth.
To others I would spout what I had been told.
They would question this opinion.
To often I would have no answer to their opposing opinion.
So I have had to learn to listen
and think
and check the story being told
and then see if it is one I deem worthy enough for me to share.
He’s mad at me
I know he is not angry
He is frustrated at the situation.
My brain
Late at night
Turns to telling me
He is disappointed and mad at me.
So I try to turn the rhetoric back upon itself.
I will try to keep those thoughts
As reminders to get through this time
But in no way,
Can I allow them to overwhelm me.
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