Poetry

I don’t know when the tears will come.

I’m on the verge

waiting for them to fall.

It has been like this all week.

Maybe I should let them fall?

I just don’t know if they will stop.

Then again, everything comes to an end.

The chair upholstery is wearing out.

The slippers are smelling strange.

Clothes for washing dishes are ragged.

Carpets are getting clawed to bits.

Pots are dented

and pans are chipped.

Plates are stained

and cups are missing.

Who is to say the house

doesn’t need replacing?

Like the shingles for example?

Getting a phone call while on the toilet.

Hearing someone making love next door.

Children throwing a tantrum in the grocery store.

Being told your giggle is cute.

Farting loudly in public.

Crying because your favorite show got canceled.

Yet hearing a baby burp is the cutest thing ever!

Not one.

Not Two.

But three people forgot something important.

Important enough

that a return to retrieve said item ensued.

Now I am waiting patiently

for the phone I forgot

to be brought to me.

Sigh!

It’s a key aspect

In any relationship

Whether between boss

And employee

Or between parents

Or even friends.

If you cannot be held accountable

For your actions

And how they affect others

How can you be accountable

To yourself

And how your actions

Affect you?

Jokes about stand up comedy

And the jokes is on us.

Dreams are strange things

Especially when the muttering ends

And all that is left

Is the salad dressing.

Curiousity may have killed the cat

The desire to know the truth

What is it about the dangerous

That drives us to seek it out?

If ignorance is bliss

then why are we always seeking out knowledge?

Sometimes I think

We will never be happy until we step too far

and find we went over the cliff.

Physical ones are easier to see.

Even the ones under the skin.

Internal injuries still cause pain.

Mental injuries are just as devastating.

More so since people brush them off

as nothing more than the persons laziness.

The brain is an internal organ

which can be hurt.

So maybe we should equate mental health

with the brain injury which caused it?

We are physical creatures

and our brain is the most spectacular piece ever seen.

Water fights

Pressing the bench

Cooking classes

Remembering how to ride a bike

Figuring out how to fix flat tires

Doing your taxes

Calling an old friend

Being social after isolation

Be in awe of the fear and wonderment induced

Enjoy life

Psychological questions out the window

I believe in myself.

I believe in the world.

I find things hard to understand

Yet Life is defined by breathing

and physical health.

Who is to say

an android is not alive?

What happens when technology

exceeds all expectations

and the dystopian futures arrive?