Here, I sit,
• 04/30/24 at 06:11PM •Here I sit,
alone again,
waiting for the
phone to ring,
of word from you
and how you miss me.
I won't hold my breathe,
so don't worry, I'll be fine.
Here I sit,
alone again,
waiting for the
phone to ring,
of word from you
and how you miss me.
I won't hold my breathe,
so don't worry, I'll be fine.
Humor must be in a place,
when we write of our emotions.
If not, are we human?
I've dreamt a dream of puzzling things
And found myself, aloft, without wings.
In this dream, my mind was a muddle
For my head was lying in a puddle,
At my feet.
The earth turned,
the butterfly flew.
What in the world,
did you just do?
You created a ripple,
in the Cosmic array,
causing discord to love,
on the very next day.
"When I first arrived on the South End, my biggest concern was finding a job. I’ve always maintained, and still do, that the only thing worse than work is looking for work. The best days of my life are those where I quit or gave notice or just walked off. The worst were the days following when it dawned on me I would now have to go searching for another dead end minimum wage position". More at The Skeeter Daddle Diaries ➜
Where do you hide,
when there's no place to go.
Do you head to a restroom,
or other places, unknown?
A silly question,
which pops into my mind,
for I dislike being stalked,
when I'm not inclined.
Stalked as if smothered.
is a loving act,
when your presence is not
wanted, a fact.
My brain is fried,
to a medium well,
as I resume my journey,
to the denizen of Hell.
What do I do, my faith,
has been changed,
while my mind becomes,
slowly deranged?
Bats in the belfry,
a screw loose in my head,
makes me think,
there's no life ahead.
In my heart,
I know it's not true,
for in this life,
I no longer have you.
Make me home,
full of love and bliss,
but protect me, Dear Lord,
as I won't share a kiss.
Unless, of course, you,
choose to be,
the love of my life,
that works for me.
The mind wanders.
It matters not, what you think I am,
It matters only, that I'm a man,
Who cares about, his family and friends
And need not try to make amends.
Creatures short,
Creatures tall.
When I was young,
I knew them all.
Round ones,
Square ones, all,
Were the same height,
large or small.
"Makes no sense,"
you said to me.
"To be the same height,
simply can't be."
I said, "You're right,
for the size you see,
looks exactly,
the same to me."
Were you ever lonely?
Did you think you'd see,
a black and white caterpillar?
I ask, for that was me.
I have changed,
now I can go up high,
pretty I am, as,
a black and white butterfly.
There was a little bit of nothing,
sitting in the road.
A small voice said, "Hey! I'm something,
My name is Alqaisis Toad."
"I'm a very small amphibian,
not much of a load,
but I know I'm something,
when I'm sitting on the road."
"Would you ever stop for me,
a stumpy amphibian, that tiptoed,
for this small amphibian,
who was sitting in the road?"
Remember to drive slowly,
when going to your abode,
for you may see small amphibians,
who like to sit on the road.
A backward look
and inward glance,
In a bar, searching for
a new romance.
Not the best
place to be,
if you're trying to
find a new reverie.
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