Old people pains.
Driving too slowly.
Complaining about their aches.
Dissatisfied with the youth these days.
Not understanding the new technology.
Telling the “back in my day” stories despite the disinterested listeners.
Looking at the mirror as a liar.
Realizing, your heart may still feel young
But your body is in denial.
There once was a time
I used to live online.
I lived for the raids
and played for days.
Nothing else mattered
not even the family.
To my disgrace
I yelled and paced
when they tried to get affection.
Eventually I realized
my life was more.
A video game
was no way to live your life.
But until then
the money I spent
and the time invested
I had thought
was worth it.
But at the end of the day
the server has gone away
and all I have are memories.
Writing prompt for the day.
His initials were DT.
I named my rabbit after him.
Whenever someone asked what it stood for
I would tell them detention.
I was getting a lot of them at school
at the time…… but, he was cute
and I really liked him.
A branch that snaps.
A bone that breaks.
My mind when it is forced to think.
Oh to be the legendary sea monster of old.
The parts of the whole
that have been torn apart.
Pieces missing
but not lost.
Thoughts of cohesion
force the logic to comply.
Then join together
in a way only the comprehension
looks complete
but is fully unstable.
When you reveal too much –
too soon.
You tell things about yourself
because you think they are funny
or just wanting to talk.
Maybe, just maybe
you should let them talk instead.
When you think you have found Heaven
Only to discover
You heard wrong
and that there is Nothing Better.
One swish
and down goes the glass.
Water spilling everywhere.
Another swish flings the paper off the table.
A fork is the innocent bystander
caught in the tails next pass.
Oh, to be the animal
that can get away with such behaviour
simply because they are cute!
For the trauma caused.
For the memories tainted.
Because of the continuing difiiculties.
That manifests unexpectedly.
For making me into who I am today.
Because of the bitterness.
For the time lost.
There is still smoke in the air.
It stinks each time you step outside.
Yet, there is also the tang of promised rain.
Moisture to combat the dry hot days.
Rain is a much welcomed respite.
Time to dress in layers again.
Just in case.
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