Composed 3/18/18
Headaches
Staying up late
Persistent vegetative states
Pay the bills
Netflix and chill
Eat fast food for every meal
Watch the news
Sing the blues
Familiar drives all done in cruise
Do some chores
Tests to study for
But mostly just wanting more
The oft repeated, historical find
That life takes up all your time
And thus leaves the martyrs three —
Spirituality, beauty, creativity
Composed 11/20/17
Work keeps me busy
It makes the day go fast
But when the day is over
I zoom right past
Composed 11/2/16
Description: Stress. It’s my life. Certainly until December, probably until August, maybe forever. Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Bludgeon.
Does it come as a tap?
Nay
Nor even a shove
But like torrent rains it comes suddenly
Roaring
From above
And forever and always
Endless reams
Bludgeoning
Constantly
And I’m ripping at the seams
A famine exists
But when will it appear?
Not day nor weeks
Perhaps months or years
But can I take the hammer
Until the sunshine leaks through?
Can I even live
When I’m living black and blue?
Composed 10/15/16
Description: A journalistic ramble today, inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Subdued.
Nearly two years at this job and I’ve never
Done this
Not for anyone and I’m sure
My opposite has never done it, would
Never do it but that’s another story
The fact is I know you’re behind
But I have things to do yet
I do it perhaps
I’m just a doormat but
A steaming one
Yet
The end of the day rolls around you
Take time to pop your head in the door
Say
Thank you I appreciate it so much
And I can say nothing but
No problem
Because that feels good and now
I’m glad I did it for you
I knew I liked you
Composed 12/17/15
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt, which asked us when we do our best work.
When the moon hovers near
And the silence grows thick
When the dust is settled and the clock tick
Tick ticks you hear
Your own heart beating
Peace descends on the mind
Stretching out before you an endless time
Of ghosts and fairies, sweet and fleeting
It is the time of magic and honest thoughts
You are one with yourself and the earth
The heavens soothe, and stories are birthed
In the night, such beauty is wrought
Composed 10/13/15
Description: n/a
I often complain that life
Won’t let me be human
All the work housework homework
It’s always prepping never living
Never a time to just be done to
Just be
My life is just pushing on push
To the next goal I wish
I could just live
Here
Composed 5/12/15
Description: n/a
I feel so empty
After release
So much tension
Finally appeased
But what comes next?
What’s my true goal?
I now work for nothing
I shield a hollow soul
What happens when my tasks are complete?
What happens when I check off my list?
Expected tasks dutifully performed
I lack direction
Ignorant of my gifts
Freedom is my burden
Opportunity wasted in this life
I cling to established rhythms
Scared to color outside the lines
But now I feel so empty
When my day is done
I just hope there is a Plan for me
I hope I’m not the one only
Composed 2/16/15
Description: Writing 201: Day 2. The Challenge: a journey theme in limerick form with alliteration.
Today’s poem was inspired by my snowy commute (to and from) work. Not sure I succeeded much with alliteration, but I had to change my rhyming choices so much, I didn’t much care to make more of an alliterative effort afterwards!
Light flakes heaped soon into domes
As I nervously drove through the foam
I’d let out a breath
When the brush of my death
Occurred one minute from home
Scraps of Paper 