I owe you nothing. Well. As I remember it we have what’s called a stalemate.
Zero is the pot. Lady lucks hands are empty tonight.
As I recall, there is nothing spent so, nothing shall be made.
I owe you nothing.
Nothing is always how you pay.
January so barren, before the great plague.
Still I appeased you and nothing I made.
A heart so empty, scooped out like guts from your supper.
Rotten foul is no dinner no food eaten for dinner.
Table is bare no food to be made.
And you always owe nothing while the rest of us fade.
Ugh, another fake smile. Lies all over social media. It’s great you have six pack abs because you took a “break” from everything.
I think “I’ll never look like that” so why be upset. Then the gross feelings come about from the 3 helpings of penne and sauce I just shoveled in.
Oh well, another day another carb I guess.
But, I got outside today and drank some coffee so it wasn’t half that bad lol.
Enjoy your life the way you want and I will remind myself to do the same.
A hungry stomach that food won’t fill
Smiles with-out teeth and always going uphill
Does the sun come out with the shades always closed
Glass is very empty there’s never a half full
Blank walls a staring, no stories to be told
Come closer she whispers, and fret not my friend
The sun is always shining
With that glass in your hand.
Warm and muggy rain
Night-light on the house
Shines on fading blooms
Of pinkish hues
Death comes soon
And the bloom is no more
A gull flew over and with a feather, dropped a note on a little boat. It said:
“Dear Sailor, the oars are filthy on that little dingy, not even the surf can clean up that dirt. You left your mast up and overstressed the hull, dumb thinking the ocean will always be at a lull.”
I probably need to do more of these since I go on “stealth mode” so frequently.
I would like to say that I’ve been at a loss for words but that’s not entirely true. Putting them into complete thoughts to convey a point is where I am really having difficulty as of late.
I usually get a picture in my head or take a picture of something in real life, but the motivation is not there.
So, to get the ball re-rolling, I just checked back in with this short post.
Thanks for indulging me😉
Some days all you have is a view of the trees at sunset or sunrise. The rest of the day is filled with sickness and broken sleep maybe some food in between.
But everyday the trees breathe. As do we. The lucky ones I guess.
There is a sunrise and a sunset which the trees always see.
And all we have is a view of the trees.
I can’t wait for you, Not right now at least.
I’m double-parked and too broke to pay the parking ticket.
It’s not a boot but a lead weight they’ll tie to my car.
Use another road or find a city street but don’t leave that trouble for me.
No more calls
No more late nights
It’s just a fog in my head
My eyes swollen and burning
My chest is long and empty
No hunger, no yearning
No one owed us anything in this life
Not even a goodbye
You’ve only just gotten here
don’t leave so soon.
Leaving me too soon.
I thought the universe heard me.
When you messaged me
My wanting and wishing had came through.
Nope not this time just like the times before.
You are shutting everything off
No offense to me
It’s conveniently never about me.
You come. You go.
An impromptu trip.
I was going to England, but the universe had different plans for my trip. Well, Wow Airlines had different plans because they went bankrupt a couples days before I left. 😡 flights cancelled, all aircraft grounded and I’m chilling at BWI Airport.
So when in Baltimore, go see Poe. Just don’t go when there’s a baseball game. Traffic was horrendous. It was a tiny house on the corner of a north Amity street with narrow stairs and darkened rooms. A short self guided tour with local macabre art on display through the house.
It was a good treat to see as I tried making the best out of my trip.
Why is it
Once so many days have passed,
The sun comes up
And I’m here
All the work was done
To outgrow the thoughts of you,
Yet once again at last
My heart belongs to you.