Daily chores
The minimum required.
A constant nagging.
I know you heard me!
No! You don’t have time!
Why are you not ready?!
Time to go.
I’ll just have to face the consequences
of YOUR actions!
A Messy House
I remember the days I cleaned.
The carpets were vacuumed.
The kitchen sparkled.
The bathroom tiles were wiped down.
The hallway had no toys scattered in it.
I sit here and enjoy my morning coffee
watching the work of yesterday
be demolished in less than 20 minutes!
Where the head is cut
The skeleton is a mere outline.
The whiteness of the bones
barely glinting.
They have been washed
so that the contrast to the black
would be more acute!
The skull is missing.
The head that replaces it grins at me.
Even though I know October has just begun
This T-Shirt is worn year round!
Likes or no Likes
Such a silly little thing.
A mere click of a button.
Why is it so intoxicating?
How many likes today?
Is it really a reflection of my life?
But I want more!
I want to like and be liked!
If I like and have lost
is it better than to have liked at all?
Total Isolation
Trapped within my own mind.
My thoughts circle
around the worries and insecurities
that plague my mortal being.
Yet I still crave a physical space.
One where I hear nothing,
am bothered by absolutely no one.
To think in peace is so rare these days.
Rinse and Repeat
Crisis mode!
Easy to focus on the BIG problems.
Cut and pare away the non-immediate troubles.
Deal with the emergency.
Then try to breathe.
The main issue I have
is that every single day
puts me in this mode.
How do I live without letting it over take me?
The stress is literally killing me!
The Black Satellite
A piece of trash.
Once very important.
To who nobody knows.
The metal is twisted
scarred beyond recognition.
In my dreams
I see them using it
playing with the instruments.
It still circles Saturn
a lonely artifact
beautiful beyond price.
Socks
Dirty socks
Clean socks
Discarded socks
Random socks
Multi-coloured socks
All they do is mock
as I pick up and take stock
of all the ones left
lying around my floors.
Socks!
Sick and Tired
That old refrain.
I’m sick and tired.
Usually in conjunction with something else.
Well, I’m sick and tired.
I am sick therefore I am tired.
I am tired because I am sick.
I sick of being tired.
I tired of being sick.
I am sick and tired
of being sick and tired.
5 AM
Knock on the door.
The figure standing before me is uniformed.
“Are there any children in the house?”
I answer the questions concerned.
My neighbourhood is a good one.
A gang attack?
Next door?
They are good people…
Are the kids ok?
Oh that’s why you are asking me.
No, I am not hiding them.
After they have left
I cry and go cuddle my own babies.
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