She is difficult.
They are too proud.
Arrogant is not said
but implied in the criticism.
Who can say much
when the insult is tactfully given.
By pointing out
the transgression
you are labeled even more temperamental.
Being yourself
can be difficult in today’s world.
Pulp or not to pulp?
Normally I don’t care.
Except when I add the ginger ale.
Then it needs to be no pulp
Or the punch gets all fizzy and weird.
The nose itches
but the sneeze does not come.
The body promises
but no action is done.
The mind swirls
and focus is gone.
Promises physical
that are lost and not won.
So, sit on the waste disposal
and maybe someday it will drop.
Trying to fall asleep
Awake until 3 am.
Next night
fall asleep
then wake up at 3 am.
My body needs to sleep
yet somehow
it is refusing to do so.
The mouth burns.
The tongue dies.
Eyes overflow from the tears.
Your face weeps.
Bland may be boring.
At least it allows me to keep my lips.
Shedding occurs.
Hair is found everywhere.
Vacuuming should be done daily.
Yet, I can’t blame the cats completely
when most of the hair I find is my own.
The love of the game
is the ultimate thrill.
Whoever wins or loses
doesn’t matter.
It is the fun and the companionship
that you receive that makes them so special.
So, discovering new ones
is the ultimate fun.
Either unboxing them
or playing them.
Because sometimes you might just
discover a new favorite along the way.
When the nightmare
is more of a sad mare
because of all the horrible
negative self-talk in your head.
Weeping upon waking
is just so disappointing.
Worse, it just won’t go away.
Always embarassed.
Forever trying to be cool.
Not caring for the fashions.
Yet, styling is their tool.
Forging your own path
may be the thing to say.
Yet being the weird one
Always makes my day.
My poor, sick baby
Her cough is driving me crazy
If I could wave a magic wand
So that awful cough was gone
I would
Instead I’ll be driving to the pharmacy
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