wow
these days
up is down
and down is up
nauseated too
with every tweet posted
our confidence is shaken
our country further divided
hate-filled bullying is now the norm
why in the hell is a cheeto in charge
These Trying Times
Tag: etheree
Answerable
No
matter
what the take
is on belief,
what you bring to this
one life is all on you.
You will be judged for it so
have pride in what you do, and take
personal responsibility.
Live your best life, contribute more than take.
Gaining Chill
The
truth and
dilemma
and affliction
of anxiety
is sufferers desire
reality more than feels,
more than anything in the world.
It’s a need to feel completely chill.
Anxiety robs us of feeling sane.
Frenetic Motion
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #103 – Delightfully Disorienting Dance
I
strap in
to watch a
video of
fast-paced images,
extraordinary
demonstration of motion.
It makes me think this is such a
unique format to view. It is a
delightfully disorienting dance.
Disrespect
How
dare you
come at me
with this retort?
Inappropriate
levity will not stand!
Take your tongue-in-cheek elsewhere!
It’s frivolous and facetious.
How dare you? We have ladies present!
Now shoo, take your flippant remarks with you!
Dead On Arrival
It
took you
way too long
to trust me when
I was already
all wound up in this love.
Your willingness to provide
me with security, comfort,
and peace appeared incredibly late.
Now, all you’re doing is playing catch-up.
Now, all I’m doing – losing interest.
The flame, once bright, shines so much less now.
The feelings of desire have peaked.
Thinking about our future.
Where do we go from here?
Turning away now.
Letting go now.
Goodbye then.
It’s too
late.
Hidden
Try
to find
me while I
am hidden here.
I know you can’t see
me behind this tall tree!
This small frame fits perfectly.
Giggling at my brilliance – Tee Hee!
Aren’t you amazed at my mad skills?
Look how cleverly I’ve concealed myself!
Perspective
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #83
I
wonder
if they are
happy to be
gawked at by many
people, being displayed
upside down here in this hall?
Are the many voyeurs fearful?
What if the strings break sending people
art crashing down hard on top of their heads?
Loose Rings
The
cancer
impacts her
frame harshly and
leaves visible scars.
Her skirt hangs so loosely.
Her rings jangling so easy.
Her face in the mirror so gaunt.
These changes force her to face the truth.
Damn you, cancer! Nothing will be the same.
Trapped
I
can see
the better
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
Self-medication, self-flagellation;
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
of this
hell.
I Write Her 