I don’t deal with emotional stuff well. Life has taught me not to dwell. Crap happens. Move on. Who cares if you got your feelings hurt? Be done. ‘Oh, you got your little feelings hurt?’ Overrated. Moot, overrated, antiquated. I hear you. Don’t care. You’re the one with the problem, do you dare? So IContinue reading “My fault, really?”
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I’m done.
I’m done. Sending me will be fun. Will you alert someone that my digits have been printed? For there are bills to pay, I have been minted.
Out of sight out of mind.
Out of sight out of mind. Stay in your place and all is well. Out of sight out of mind. Appear when I need you and all is well. Out of sight out of mind. Just do what you’re told and all will be well. Out of sight out of mind. Feelings, you have noContinue reading “Out of sight out of mind.”
Waste not. Want not: condiments packets.
Mustard, ketchup, butter, pepper, or salt. I don’t eat out a lot. Put that spending to a halt. When I do, those condiment packets will be saved. Eaten later or added to a recipe, usefulness will be made. Some restaurants now days are making us pay for those. Concerning our budgets, we must be onContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: condiments packets.”
Growing Up
Growing up, did you know the difference? Growing up, did you know the forest was coniferous? No matter where you turned with toxic conditions you would get burned? Growing up, what did you know about mental illness? What did you know about all the sickness? This person was an eccentric, maybe. These people you sawContinue reading “Growing Up”
Printed and ready for pick up
Advising. Comprising. Get that knowledge rising.
Waste not. Want not: tooth paste
This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Toothpaste: squeeze, squeeze you. But never tease me. I will cut you open before I let you be. Give me all your power. Your contents, I will devour. Inside I find more paste. Enough for at lease 5 moreContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: tooth paste”
The Climb
On top of the mountain, I climb. To see what I can see. The view is amazing up here. The climb was a little difficult. It was squishy. It moved and made strange noises. Did I tickle you on the way up? Did I step in places I shouldn’t have stepped? Places that caused youContinue reading “The Climb”
Lead Me.
Dear Lord, I’m standing in the middle of life. Lead me. Which way do I go? Lead me. Will I have enough money when I’m bent and broken? Lead me. Do you have a new job for me? Lead me. Is there a relationship in my future? Lead me. Shall I stay where I am?Continue reading “Lead Me.”
God, Chico and Me
I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to be alone the rest of my life. Every now and then, this will cause me strife. I have been alone far too long. I don’t know if someone else can sing my song. Someone else’s song, could I learn? Each others life, we could upturn. ItContinue reading “God, Chico and Me”
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