Poetry

They have discovered a hole

between the cushions.

They are small enough to fit in.

Then they meow.

If only I could remember to get my sewing kit

before they get in to the couch.

One zap and they’re gone!

Their fur stands out in weird patches.

It’s hilarious as it is sad.

They want the love and pets

but zaps are their bane.

Starling them past their limit

in this dry winter air.

The function of a body is to move the various parts

in a coordinated effort to do something.

Such as walking, or talking or waving hello.

Sometimes it can function with a minimal amount of direction

from the higher functioning organ.

Auto pilot for the trained muscles,

such as karate moves or driving the same route to work.

Your brain can worry at other problems

or simply daydream during autopilot.

Then the idea comes and impulses get out of control.

No, running away to Africa is a bad idea.

Yes it is minus 40 Celsius, but still!

When you are too tired to care.

You sneeze and then laugh.

Oh I peed my pants. haha.

I guess I better go home.

I know I have tissues there.

What am I going to do with my problem?

I could have said my life

but that I already know that locomotive is crazy.

I have many problems.

Too many?

Or just the ones that drive me insane.

Wait, be patient.

The kids will grow up and move away.

Someday….

I hope.

My ideas that are forbidden

based on society’s taboos.

Fleeting shower memes

that should be randomly discarded.

Personal opinions about strangers

and their shopping or driving habits.

The most dangerous of all,

the ones telling me how bad I am.

They have lost their weight

and as I gain my mental health

I strive for victory over the guilt

and self doubt.

Some thoughts will come and go

but the ones I know deflect

give me greater self control.

Always charge for your work.

Otherwise they will take for granted

what you have to offer.

Charge them so they see the quality in what you do!

Artists may get great Exposure

but no one will give them money

for their creations.

I wonder if I should become an architect instead?

Seemingly small

Infinitesimal meaning

Wibbley Wobbley

Weird is cheating

Time is fleeting

and no one understands me anymore.

Seeing the good in everything

can be impossible sometimes.

I would very much like to request

that Life stop throwing such difficult tasks my way.

My energy and capacity are super low

and they recharge so slowly.

I have a lot of love to give

but right now I must focus on myself.

For if I can not love who I am

and the body I am in,

how can I possibly love another?

The answer

is love is not contained but boundless.

Life on the other hand

can be a jerk!

The down turned smile.

Messy hair with the green shirt.

Sleepy and unwilling to move.

More cuddly than usual.

Will she or won’t she?

School is inevitable!