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I am not alone.

My thoughts are always with me.

I have many blessings

for which to be thankful for.

But I chose which ones to love.

I have chosen you.

Even if you don’t want it.

I will always cherish you!

The shopping craze.

I must have THIS!

I will scream until

you magically produce one!

What do you mean

you have no more in stock!

Your flyer advertised it.

It is so on sale!

It says so right here!

No the tag was not moved!

You better honor it!

Or else I’ll call the manager!

You are the manager?!

Shame on you for setting

such a bad example for your employees.

No! I did not spit on you!

I just want my deals!

The repetition of the same sentence

Over and Over and Over

Hoping the desired response will happen.

Eventually.

Maybe!

Someday??

I guess I’ll ask again…

 

I have been called worse.

People say mean things all the time.

I understand the urge.

Indulgence is hard to deny.

To stand tall and assert myself

takes courage of a rare kind.

Blissfully ignorant people, among them

me and my mind, you will not find.

My ignorance stems from lack of knowledge,

Though I do like a good book time to time.

Thick, gooey grime.

Moving slowly down the gutter.

Bits of trash littered throughout.

What a shame society has made.

The eyes follow me as I walk to work.

Walk softly my angels

I have found a safe haven.

The blessed meek

have inherited the Earth.

Valhalla will be our neighbours,

should you wish to partake of their festivities.

But our home at last

we have discovered!

In the coldest days of winter

the thoughts that help us through

are formed by the tiniest seeds

that eventually will bloom.

The welcome sight of the colours

that survived another blanket

of snow give us hope

that we too shall survive and bloom!

Times of madness

come and go.

Things change rapidly.

Sometimes it is slow.

But always in this

crazy world

relying on your sanity

can lead to trouble.

For no one knows

better than I

how easily it can slip away!

From whence came the sound of hounds.

The baying of the fragile crown.

No man could ride the fragile mare.

No woman wanted to.

For truth be told

the mare was foaled upon the midnight eve.

A dark and fierce grifter neared

gracing the mare with his magic.

The fae have struck when this one was born.

The wise could see it in the eyes.

The feeling when upon awaking

that your stomach wishes to void its contents.

The struggle to remain calm.

The failure of walking unsteadily

only to discover you must obey

the dictates of your protesting body.

Complaining about the situation will not help

yet you still find yourself

in the position of misery loves company

or at least, expressed sympathy!