I went to a house party on Friday night
On Saturday I steam-cleaned the dirty floor
(because BFF’s house, and she was outside cleaning alcohol remnants and broken glass and birthdays in Sydney, so I made myself useful (doesn’t happen often), and steam cleaned the floor that really needed a steam clean, yay me, and I don’t drink except one glass of wine per month, okay maybe per week LOL).
what doesn’t give me butterflies (fiction writing)
when we are intimate
and a week later you put your arm around your wife
in front of me
when you tell me
I should have married my first partner
omitting that you were actually married to her
when we are intimate
and then I am told (after you undressed yourself)
I only wanted coffee
when we are intimate
and then you become a ghost
for days, weeks and months
when we are intimate
and you never once say my name
as if I don’t have one
when you close the door
using some arbitrary lie as an excuse
then open it five days later
when you engage me for work
and forget to say thank you
when I am in time and on budget
when you crawl out the woodwork
with some random conversation
as if you’d never disappeared at all
all these words and deeds and actions
do not give me butterflies in my tummy
but instead, are a knife through my heart
fight or flight?
I choose to fly away from you
back to me
Every few months
I am brought down
Dusted and played with
Until boredom sets in
And I am placed
Back on the shelf
Where I belong
But the shelf is
Boring for me too
So I’ve climbed down –
Welcome to find another toy
To fill my spot
And smile at you
I don’t care
I don’t want to
Talk to you
Smile at you
Speak to you
Talk about it
So no contact
Fill your shelf
With someone new
The only way to deal
With envy turning
Everything in its
Sight to shades of
Green, is to pierce
Through the deceipt
Of it, and to run
From it as fast
As you possibly can
So you may walk
In truth
Time is fleeting
Hours are passing
Days are ticking by
Skin is ageing
Eyes are straining
Life is passing by
Heart is beating
Emotions feeling
Until the hands
Stand still
How I ache to see the sun
To live my life without a fear
So rain drops keep on falling
Allow the clouds to cry
Their one last tear
In response to Daily Prompt: Drop
Heard this on the radio this evening and I love it! One of my favorites from my single days. Karaoke in my car.
Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here?
When will they stop?
I believe that fate has brought us here
And we should be together, babe,
But we’re not
I play it off, but I’m dreaming of you
I’ll keep my cool, but I’m fiendin.
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
I may appear to be free,
But I’m just a prisoner of your love
I may seem alright and smile when you leave,
But my smiles are just a front, just a front
I play it off, but I’m dreaming of you
I’ll keep my cool, but I’m fiendin
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Here is my confession
May I be your possession
Boy, I need your touch,
Your love kisses, and such
With all my might I try,
But this I can’t deny, deny
I play it off, but I’m dreaming of you
I’ll keep my cool, but I’m fiendin
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Bad news happened
No words to comfort
No songs of joy to sing
Only a storm that began
To fall its raindrop tears –
I pray for shelter from all pain
But if I am caught unsheltered in the rain
Please, dear Lord, shelter me under your wing
Wild dark storm
Raging with all its might
Beauteous in its power –
If only we could see
Poems and Petals 