After the party, When all has gone quiet, Do you sit among the mess And breathe a sigh of relief? The festivities have calmed, And you turn off the light Letting the Christmas tree glow As you prepare for bed. It was a space filled with joy, And laughter, and food, and family, And asContinue reading “After the Party”
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A Sick Woman’s Lament
I AM BEDRIDDEN AND UPSET AND LAMENTING I COULDN’T LAST THE FINAL 13 DAYS OF THIS YEAR WITHOUT FALLING ILL BECAUSE I WAS SO CLOSE TO THIS UTTERLY MEANINGLESS STREAK OF HEALTH SO I MUST SETTLE ON SAYING I HAVE BEEN THE PICTURE OF HEALTH FOR A MERE 352 DAYS AND NOT A YEAR.
Silliness in the Sun
I wonder what it is like For kids to laugh and play, And unreservedly scream and shout At the top of their little lungs, As they race each other to a finish line. To be so carefree and without worry— Remind me what that is like, To be childlike in an unfair world Of littleContinue reading “Silliness in the Sun”
Cold Fingers
I sat at my computer for the first time in a long time, wondering when I last had a moment just to myself. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the comfort of rest once more. In the middle of winter, I foolishly chose a yellow tee over a flannelette and allowed distractions to takeContinue reading “Cold Fingers”
Headaches and Sudden Awakenings
I woke up from a poor slumber To some hearty laughter, Terribly loud and obnoxious, And irritating to my soul. I can only feel a certain rage Through the dull headache And the rude awakening I felt on short sleep. No tossing nor turning Brought me back to a slumber, Instead, bringing more resentment ForContinue reading “Headaches and Sudden Awakenings”
Please Keep It To Yourself
I never asked for this. You took my silence As an outstretched hand, An invisible offering you saw, To tell unsolicited tales Of your failed romances When I am but a stranger to you. When fragile threads of yours grew thin,Why weigh my sleeve with your despair? Your self-sufficient delusions Mistook politeness for a sign,TheContinue reading “Please Keep It To Yourself”
Not all men
I have been told, Not all men are like that, It’s just him. But of course, I know better Because I don’t want to be hurt again. Not all men… Just the ones Who protect the wrong people, The ones who make excuses, But he’s my oldest friend/brother/or whatever, And the miserable ones Who parrotContinue reading “Not all men”
Eyes Glued to the Floor
Isn’t it a curious thing How our habits form worldviews And change the very way We move through all the days? When I was young, My head nary looked ahead, Eyes glued to the floor, Downtrodden and defeated. Like a clockwork routine, My gaze falls upon the ground On which I steadily stand And searchesContinue reading “Eyes Glued to the Floor”
First
It’s a little strange reflecting on firsts, When thinking about lost seconds, With the boy that came before the third. My mind goes through the broken promises; The unrealised dreams, big and small; And the small lies that turned into great whites. I wish I could say the secrets weren’t a first—That they didn’t turnContinue reading “First”
Gentle and Lowly
Strong. Why does everyone want to be strong? Only those who want to be strong don’t know the pain of having no choice but to be strong. Or perhaps they were tired of being weak. My friends tell me that I’m strong—the silent and reliable type who always knows what to do when things goContinue reading “Gentle and Lowly”
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