Poetry

We all see them

We all look away

We pretend they do not exist

We attempt to forget them

We remember them later

and think

We should have helped them

Their situation is dire.

They fight valiantly.

Yet, it always comes down to luck.

Do the dice roll in their favour

Or do the cards remain stacked against them.

If they were real and not characters in a game

I would feel so much more horror

For the atrocities they have to go through.

To be the winner

Means first place

Or having outlasted

Everyone else.

But what if you get lonely?

If you realize that being a winner

Does not equate to being on top

But merely enjoying

The journey that you travel,

Then you will believe in yourself

And know the true value of others.

They are not your enemy

But

They are not always your friend.

Know the difference

And

Your life will be longer

Laughing.

When you both share the same interests

When you are open to new experiences

When you watch the same thing

And have the same reaction

Your bodies curled up beside each other

Drained and contented

After the passions just shared

It is a very good feeling!

The confident ones seem to be alive

eager and more than capable

of establishing themselves

in the world that they have chosen.

The rest of us,

we simply exist

and envy

the confident ones.

Yet often will revel

in any faults or dirty laundry

that may come to light.

Because it makes them more human

There is an old 20 questions riddle

that when I was younger I did not understand.

Now as an older, more jaded person

I can understand the true horror of that fate.

Why would he kill himself?

Suicide is no laughing matter.

And 20 questions or not

the answer to his fate is horrible.

All the facts point to scenarios where

what must be done were done.

I feel bad for him in that he was lied to.

When things are overdue

A chance to reflect is past

Impulses need to be curbed

or the status will be meaningless

Friends will understand

or they are no true friend

and life moves on

after the breakup tears fall less

Send out your courageous thoughts

As you wander the path now chosen

Soon the forks become clearer

Both have a use

some like lemonade

but only if you have sweetened it.

Lemons are useful

for a multitude of things.

From cleaning, cooking

and even writing.

Am I the only one

who remembers using lemon juice

as invisible ink

to pass secret notes to friends?

The sugar infused

highly charged

ready to explode

child of the previous nights

All Hallow’s Eve.

Thankfully I have

the other parental unit

to hand them off to.

I wave good-bye

and silently watch

the drama enfold

snickering knowing my weekend

will be sugar free.

My stomach is queasy.

Or should I say heartburn

since it is my esophagus that hurts

causing sleep to be interrupted.

And so here I sit

hoping for it to calm down

so that sleep

is still an option

before the morning routine

needs to commence in

oh,

3 or so hours.