the trouble with poetry is thunderous clouds of uncertainty in the room as well as the sky souls laid bare visible to the naked eye
Image from Daniel Stewart
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Category: Life
Inside
inside i'm no scribe can't hide monotonous diatribe no windowed world view just a faded watercolour of shifting hues watching grey's melt into blues
Memories of memories
Real photos lived in dusty frames or well thumbed leatherette albums Expectations of two dozen memories developed and delivered No immediate gratification Shared with a cuppa and a story Not a pithy quip to a digital nation
Swipe Left on Life
Too lazy to read Too busy to chew No time to have a Conversation with you Leave me a message Leave me alone Why would you talk to someone On the phone Who carries cash Who calls a cab No need to leave home, I'm the immobile hermit crab.
The Muffin Man
Apparently I'm the Muffin Man I don't live on Drury Lane But when faced with mounds of baked goods I choose the muffin...again Apparently I'm the Muffin Man I'm not a fan of change So when there are no muffins It causes me some strain I know that I'm the Muffin Man And what you might not see I find a comfort in consistency That soothes anxiety.
Armchair Activist
When the clarity of youth has faded and left you with a world view smeared in shades of grey You still carry the same values But a fear of loss Has obscured them with too many coats of gloss
(image from this article about slacktivism)
Life’s gift
No morals
No sense of right or wrong
No concept of race
No religion
No beliefs of any kind
No team or tribe
No favourite colour (mine is green)
No spelling for colo(u)r
No love
No hate
No pride
No prejudice
No expectations or aspirations
Just life for the living.
Not all alcoholics drink every day
No beer, no fun No wine, no puns No whisky, no chatter No Vodka, no laughter No Bourbon, no pranks No Gin, (I never really liked gin) Never was a one drink boy Giving but never feeling joy
(image credit chaosrenzo)
Better bare than bull
Try to wear your own words Not mine But if you need some help Borrow mine for a time Words are like underpants You can wear another's But it won't feel right It is always better to wear your own or go commando.
(image by stradesgaybitch)
Accidental Poet 