Flare (I’m Fine)
feels like a car wreck.
Bruised from hip
to toe to tip.
It’s more like a Mack truck
After running over me.
And I couldn’t get free.
Though I don’t like to pout,
I’m all inside out.
I’ve been sucked through a Hoover
in some fancy maneuver.
I’ve got that run down,
dragged out feeling once again;
Feeling far from Zen.
I’m wearing a 100lb coat
and heavy lead boots
to match my mean moods.
I’ve been plugged
into a socket
Now I’m all tingling
Fire demons are gnawing
on my insides, pawing,
Burning knives stabbing me senseless;
Is what I mean
when I silently scream,
Too Much Not Enough & Not Enough Too Much
You have nothing else to do but dwell
And twist mole hills into mountains
That rise into insurmountable peaks
If you seek conspiracy and dastardly deeds,
Then that is all you shall find
don't forget the one you leave behind
There are those days when you're just driven to daytime drinking...
You know those days, right?
It's worse when there is actually no drink to be drank;
When things go flying before you can even catch your breath;
You get beat upon by life and also fists;
Your best bud is mad at you;
You got assignments due at school
and two jobs to boot;
You gotta make time for the dentist to do his business.
(I'll have you all know - contrary to popular belief, I do not have a big mouth-
and so it really hurts afterwards, what with the fibro and all!)
My hair is atrocious and requiring attention and care...
You get the picture, I'm sure,
Because I know you feel it, too.
Today is a great day to create a great day.
This site is my attempt at gathering all of my creativity that I have strewn about out 'there'....
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