What's a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had? This little missive in no way reflects me or anything about me. I am sure it will resonate with some people, but not me, I have absolutely no concept of low self esteem, depression or anxiety. I am the happiest person I know …
Better as a performance poem rather than printed word. To be read very slowly with a pause after each punctuation mark.… This poem is in not autobiographical, a confessional or a reflection of my life. I just write this stuff, I don't live it. That's not me! Photo from Pexels photo 247918. Pleasure accompanied by …
My name is Neo, and I am bi-polar. Sounds like a line from an AA meeting. It’s just that I am overwhelmingly attracted to you, the urge to rush to you or pull you in, is uncontrollable within. You turn and face away. Now I am repelled by you, repulsed by you, driven away by …
Hidden regions of my mindunexplored, ignored, for fearof what is hiding there.We do not wish to know, to go, to enter or venture into such adventure,whether engraved, depraved, enslaved orlost, or lust, a must that cannot be explored, just deplored, and preferably ignored, bored and left to rot. Help a thirsty author and fund me …
I went into the mall today. People cut in front and I say, “sorry.” A toddler trips me up, and I say, “sorry.” A woman rams me with her pram And I say, “sorry.” Someone shoves me from behind, And I say, “sorry.” Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, is all I utter. No one seems to …
21st August 2021 Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com Please note, this is just a poem, it does not reflect me at the present but may resonate with some. Midnight? That’s not my time At least, not at my time of life Cocoa’s long been drunk Teeth cleaned, and into the arms of Morpheus But …
Flowers, withering without water. Drying, dying, none to care. Petals dropping, one by one, Dying, drying, abhorrent, uncared. The slightest breeze and several fall Dried, died, yet still fragrant. Their perfume fills only the imagination. Reality is the smell of stagnation. The aroma of death, By midday sun or moonlit night They fall, dead, dry, …
As we face 2021 there will be times when we feel overwhelmed and outnumbered by the things that are coming against us. Have you heard the saying, “when it rains, it pours.” For example, at the same time as the central heating needs repairing, the car breaks down, and then you get the news that …
