Written: 4-2-2023 As I sit here on the couch, it feels like my insides are falling out. Chico doesn’t care if I’m a grouch. Come on menopause! Can you hurry up and get out? Time sitting here isn’t waisted. Laundry in the washer. E-mails checked. Surveys answered. Think I earned a quarter. Not moving forContinue reading “Insides are falling out”
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Conversion of desire
Desire bubbles in the brain – like a pot of boiling water. Desire fuels the imagination. Words swirl like storms raging inside a chaotic brain. Desire stirs the soul from tired dark places. Shining light. Blinding the senses. Desire pumps blood to places long dormant. Bringing your frontal cortex to life. Desire drives harder thanContinue reading “Conversion of desire”
I WILL use you
I tried my best to beat my thoughts. But they came raging back. I tried my best to cage my thoughts. But they broke through the bars. I tried my best to strangle my thoughts. They gave me false hope. I tried my best to erase my thoughts. They kept feeding me words. I triedContinue reading “I WILL use you”
Don’t try this at home
Silly goose. Tired. Feet dragging. Passenger. Rolled off mower laughing.
Waste not. Want not: dust
Dust is everywhere. It grows out of the ceiling and the floors. Think you got it all, WRONG! Here’s some more. Where does it all come from? Hum – I put cheese cloth or chiffon on the back of my fans. Filter some of that dust out, oh man. Waste not. Want not. This poemContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: dust”
I’m an island
I’m an island unto myself. I can see many things from my shelf. ~ Mind your words. Know your place. Don’t get out of your space. ~ I’m an island. Many things here are grand. ~ But you’ll never know. Hurricanes take their toll. Sometimes many all in a row. ~ Objects get close butContinue reading “I’m an island”
Waste not. Want not: dinner
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Been to the grocery lately. Cause you to have heart failure, matey. My bestie and I eat dinner together almost every night. Try to ward off some of that cost, plight. Plus, I get to see my bestie more.Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: dinner”
Just die!
I’ve been trying to kill you all my life. But you won’t die. I’ve been stomping on you. Trying to drive you into the ground. But you won’t die. I don’t want you around. You cause heart ache and drama. But you won’t die. I’ve stabbed you with a knife. Shot you with words. ButContinue reading “Just die!”
Who would marry you?
I met a guy. He’s a real pi. We dated in secret. Married the same. Only after a 6 month time frame. I said, “he swept me off my feet.” He said, “I grounded him when we meet.” Opposite on so many forms. But then again, quite the norm. One day; at work – duringContinue reading “Who would marry you?”
Waste not. Want not: second chances.
Waste not. Want not. This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. 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: second chances.”
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