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Shut it!
Keep your mouth shut. Stupid! Don’t say anything. Just go with the flow. Zip it! Shut it! Pipe down. Leave it alone, Shut it. Who do you think you are? Keep your mouth shut. Your thoughts are not important. Your feelings are not valid. Shut your hole. Don’t let your emotions grow. Shut up! KeepContinue reading “Shut it!”
Waste not. Want not: whoohoo!
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.
Noise
Lungs burning Yelling Screaming ~ Fists pounding Yelling Screaming ~ Lungs burning Screaming Blood pumping ~ The voices in my heart Silenced by the voices in my head Screaming ~ Lungs burning Tears streaming Screaming ~ Curled up in a ball Stomach churning Screaming ~ Lungs burning Throat sore Screaming
Ouch! You stung me.
You hitched a ride on my arm when I wasn’t looking. From point A to point B. Then stung me before I noticed. 🐝
Waste not. Want not: nuts.
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. https://byjolenerice.wordpress.com/2023/07/04/waste-not-want-not-dyi/
Red faced
Waste not. Want not: DIY
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Do it yourself but don’t make a mess. Don’t cause yourself extra stress. Know the extent of your abilities. Work out the best utilities. Sometimes you save money letting the pros handle life. In the end, causing you lessContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: DIY”
Not about me
I’ve been struggling of late. Emotions I hate. ~ I got invited to a wedding. Second try. My, oh my. ~ I attended the first. Maybe I’m the curse. ~ The struggle is this, single at a wedding is amiss. ~ Should I get over myself and support this bliss? Should I suck in theseContinue reading “Not about me”
Waste not. Want not; drying rack
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not; drying rack”
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