An oxymoron at its finest.
A term gamer geeks live for
when their game gives you an hour of them.
Still, the lives end when the hour is up.
Are all our lives at an end?
Is our hour up?
Gamer existentialism.
Sooner or later the game will end.
But real life demands we live our lives
like we have no limits.
Our unlimited life is one we choose to live.
Not when our hour is up.
For some it is a chore.
For others it is a joy.
Depending on my mood
depends on how I see it.
Until it is time to pay
and then I always cringe.
Going or gone.
Broken with crumbs.
Paired alongside
cheese or wine.
Nibblies for the afternoon
or a meal? when given
pickles, olives and cut meats.
The precursor to sliders
and still my favorite.
It starts off slow.
A simple question.
A defiant answer.
Voices rising.
Consequences stated.
Consequences not effective.
Tears and recrimination.
Anger as curses explode.
A door slammed.
Quiet for a moment
while crying is heard behind the door.
What does it take these days to get this child to attend online classes?
That answer is one I do not have.
Too bad I have no liquor to spike my morning coffee with.
I could use a relaxant right now.
She crawls under the blankets
to get into mommy’s arms.
She wants to be protected
from
the
monster.
She will curl up beside me
and let me hold her close.
I can only protect her
while I hold her.
But I am only human
and have my own fears.
It was a party for him.
His birthday, promotion, whatever
it was to highlight him.
There were speeches.
He spoke as well.
He was moving away.
He did not tell me.
He gave me a note and gifts.
I kissed him laughing saying we will talk later.
I sat down to my meal
only to realize shortly thereafter
he had left.
He had put his hat on
and left.
Without saying goodbye.
I got up from the table
grabbing my jacket and left myslef.
Only to cry when I reached the buildings doors.
It was my nightmare,
my greatest fear.
That he will leave me
without saying good bye.
So many articles.
Should I read this one?
Oh, really I didn’t know that!
Aw, how cute. That cat is adorable!
Politics make unhappy, yet I need to stay up to date.
I wonder if I should try this.
Bad advice is just bad. Why do they continue to publish this!
Maybe I should stop and get some work done.
Oh, wait!
Now that is something I would never have guessed….
Always the same in theme
Running
Running
Running away from danger
But why is the contents
of my closet
in my childhood room
and why do I need to pack all of it?
This paradise vacation is not worth it.
Though judging from the dust bunnies
under the shelves
maybe it will all still be here
if we can come back next year?
Wait,
Running
right
got to get away…
When the word gets out
you will be in high demand.
Your ability to withstand
any hardships will be lauded.
Until then face the trauma’s
and survive.
You won’t know what you are capable of
until you see the other side.
I am a victim
and complicit within it.
I want the new and shiny
because the old is broken and ugly.
I do not have the energy
to reuse, recycle and renew my used items.
So into the trash they go
and I search for the cheap replacements.
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