Cracked

Suliman Sallehi – Pexels

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #117

A serious reflection

i see our world as splitting up
coming apart at the seams
politics, pollution, people
tragedies galore

i don’t know how much longer
i can keep it together
teetering on the top of the world
looking down with grief

A funny take

I don’t know how much longer I can keep these two peaks together. My calf and thigh muscles are killing me! But I just can’t let the Earth split in two!

2022

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #212 – It’s new… does it mean it’s welcome?
& Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Chapter

another year
another chapter
it’s new… does it mean it’s welcome

… only if it brings us something better
what does better even mean
seems insurmountable

the division, the animosity, the inhumanity
politics, people, our ever-deteriorating climate
it’s not new… but some positive change would be welcome

Abilities

Jonathan Borba – Pixels

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #113

expressive yet delicate
clean lines on festive gifts
fine artistry under the tree

unbeknownst to us
mike pence came out of the closet
seems he was more than just a stately prop

he missed his calling
just like the last bush
political acumen the facade

No More Doing Nothing

Redux

i hear you  
all your loud voices broadcast anger, frustration, desperation 
rightly so 

i see the care, empathy, and concern 
rightly so 

i’m feeling the impavid feistiness of your direction 

you ARE SO RIGHT 

i can see your determination manifest change 

make that blockade of white suits bow before you 
shut down that noise in your face telling you no 
strike down the smug betrayers of your future 
ride with the forcible waves of support behind you 

and make the future we failed to give you a better place than where you’ve risen up from 

you deserve to reside there 

i love you 

Dusk In My Soul

Redux

I Write Her

Untitled

I’ve gone dark.

Could be my pants, shirt, socks, underwear or bra, but rest assured, dark will be somewhere on my body. As dark on my skin as dark as my insides.

It will remind me to get back to the emotions that were lost and fragmented. The good ones that shattered, and then scattered everywhere; becoming thin and almost non-existent. Seems odd, doesn’t it? To select gloom to inspire me after it tore me apart first. It’s my visual sticky note of what I let happen to me. It’s what I must do in order to go on. Otherwise, I don’t think I would.

Every emotion that came at me… shook me… HARD.

I’m scared being left with the impression of nothing being good, ever again.

“See the light in others, and treat them as that is all you see.”
Dr. Wayne Dyer

That’s hard when…

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The Long Line Of Democracy

The front of the line is appealling to those at the back of it.

But they’ll stand there for hours, days to have their voices heard.

Maybe they’ll freeze, possibly melt with fever later, but it is their duty.

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Saturday Mix

Stop The Assault

How inhumane! My hope is the people vote these evil and cruel fuckers out as they have been criminally negligent! I cannot wait until the next election. How could these men not feel shame for their actions? We deserve to spring some much-needed whoop-ass on them. No one who has a soul would allow such harm. They allowed it only because of race, trying to suppress the black people again. The water in the lead pipes was contaminated, but they did not care. The administration of Flint, Michigan, is absolutely disgusting! Let’s line them up to be held accountable. NOW!