So I disagree with a friend
And It drives me round the bend,
It’s a friendship I can’t mend
So this fight will never end.
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The schools were a sham. I panicked. Looking down at the sidewalk.
Waiting to be bitten by a venomous reptile.
They became my neighbors. They withheld their poison until my back was turned.
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My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.
He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.
He doesn’t need a label. He’s happy just being. Unlabelled but not unhappy.
As we all should be.
Pic taken with my iPhone
I get a knot,
In the pit of my stomach,
When I become afraid,
Of the real,
Or imagined,
Even when the
Real angst
Is meaningless.
Those senses,
Imaginings,
So close,
And not
So far
Apart,
From each other,
Dictate how I feel,
And act.
That’s what makes
It so
Frightening.
Thanks Beaconblog for pic.
So I drive along
Whipping myself with this dark
Menacing thought,
Of something I thought I’d forgotten.
I obsess and twist and toss it around
But just cannot let it go.
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An attempt at Fibonacci poetry.
You
May
Sadly
Say through tears,
How you are feeling.
But I will pray that the dark days
Disappear and your moments are filled with love.
It’s going to rain,
I can tell,
By the way I feel,
And the spit on my skin.
It’s going to rain,
I can tell,
By the cloud up above
And the look in your eyes,
It’s about to come down
Hard.
It was hard,
Watching my Dad
Staggering home from the pub,
Up the dark
Orange lit shadowed Street,
From our dusty greased window,
Two stories up,
Looking down,
Knowing,
When the key slipped into the lock
And he came through the door,
Into the house,
My life would never be the same,
Again.
When I experience hurt
I indulge
In magical thinking.
Very annoying
For others,
Unfamiliar with the technicalities
Behind my tricks.
He or she
May say,
That “I” am mistaken in my observations.
But with the wave of
My magical thinking wand,
I create mystical anagrams,
And hey presto,
I pull a bunny
Straight out of
The top hat.
Sadly, the rabbits
Only live as long
As the delusion,
And I find it draining
When they keep coming along
Day after day after day.
