The win…
The line was drawn
People have won
Now is the time
When one moved on..
It was difficult to go through
Still life goes on..
To win is not the victory
Sometimes loosing does the trick..
The Uncomplicated Fellow
The sinewy, exceptional sportsman, a rowdy monarch burst with pleasure, “Squeeze! Fascinate!”
His ecstatic, eccentric repartee seductive, brilliant, acknowledged and cherished.
Be forgotten that unconventional expedition! And perceive additional luxury.
7 pm Poem
Happy thoughts have flooded my mind
I think that I’m becoming blind
To the good in anyone but you.
At this I’m still kind of new
I’m not used to being so alive
All I’ve ever done is survive.
Running out
Work and poetry,
The two are incredibly hard
To mix together.
double jeopardy
children taste the sweetest
the way I lure them in
with just the very idea of appeal
they prefer their own ideas
swimming in pink imaginations
I do not ask them questions
I give them answers
and they learn how to ask
midnights are double jeopardy
hanging shoes off of telephone wires
last week I became life without a curfew
I am shaped like tally marks
and stain like wine in infomercials
i go beneath the clothes
and carpet
i am worn,
and walked on
despite the alternating surfaces
i sizzle
and ask the fire alarms
if they are happy
to see me
again
__ar.
(This is also part of the Addictions series. this one is from the perception of the addiction – the drug/food/alcohol whatever it may be)
mental games
some people don’t play mental games. they play tetris, maybe walk the dog at the same time on the hour of every single day that they wake up and they’re breathing and they’re okay. some people play chess. because they want something to change but they know that no one can ever do anything about it they can try and they can train and they can watch every single move and match it all up just right and never know what it feels like to lose. but then they stand 3 inches from someone on the bus and they lose control of the equations. Some people use emotion. They use it to take out the trash, park the car, drive to the mall or laundry mat, nearest 711and they hope that they won’t ever have to feel the uneven road or the murky-water draining down the gutter. they know what it is they don’t want to feel and they make sure to never have to.
Yay
I finished the half marathon. Now I’m going to try to finish it all. Wish me luck!
New Rules- and Old
Wiccan lore is simple:
‘And harm ye none, do as ye will.’
Think of the reams of legal paper that would be saved,
If everyone just did that.
It would also engender common sense-
Something that is currently lost to carrot and stick mentality.
End of day
It’s the end of the day
I’ve had a lot to say
The movie was fun
I sat on my bun
Lunch was on fire
I sat down beside her
And the actress kept moving away
At the end of the scene
We walked away mean
And the passion was only beginning
Love Blooms-Poem 12-
Love Blooms- Poem 12- Poetry Half Marathon-
Fragile and delicate
LOVE blooms,
with care.
This cloistered bud begins
to open slowly,
showered by your Light.
Like a flower whose petals
open to the Sun,
LOVE explodes
in colour,
because of YOU.
By Ingrid Exner