What is there to be afraid of?
Terrorists?
Threats?
Bombings?
Serial Killers?
Bullies?
Death?
Or am I really just afraid
to admit to myself
that something needs to change?
What is there to be afraid of?
Terrorists?
Threats?
Bombings?
Serial Killers?
Bullies?
Death?
Or am I really just afraid
to admit to myself
that something needs to change?
Shenanigans happen.
The world continues to rotate.
Hatred is taught.
Friends come to visit.
Politics undermine the economy.
Grief is misunderstood.
So when will I have time to clean my house
when everything else needs to be cleaned up first?
Beauty is only skin deep.
Yet it is the cute girls who are seen.
Worries and blemishes make us all imperfect.
So why use make-up?
Do what you feel suits you best.
I’m going back to bed.
Beauty sleep is over rated.
Opening the envelope
Revealing the bill
is never a fun task.
But charges lately
are just getting ridiculous!
Next I’ll be worrying about rent.
Some people don’t want to listen.
They refuse to see other points of views.
Much of the time you can ignore them.
But what happens
when they get into the position
of making the laws that govern you?
How many times do we have to have history repeat itself?
That day I was born.
My parents took me home.
I was raised in a large home.
Not much money
but love was there.
I was the last child born.
Yet, today I feel like I accomplished something.
It is a milestone and one that I plan on enjoying.
Trapped beneath
All I can do
Is listen to the vibrations
As they vary in pitch.
My hand is knocked
Several times
Indicating that scritches
are more important than my phone.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
The bloodwork requires you to have fasted.
You need to stay hydrated throughout the day.
No caffeine before bedtime.
Addictions counselors are here to talk to you.
Grumpiness in the morning caused by a lack of an important ritual.
Where’s the creamer?
The hand is painted red.
Skeletal.
Signed by unknown.
I keep thinking I should take a picture
every time I drive by.
But it is Graffiti under a bridge.
When can I stop and interrupt traffic?
Instead I will admire the art
while it lasts.
Brittle.
Blocky.
Ridged.
Weak.
Good thing these won’t be needed to build a house.