WRITING
MY own ship
Limited BONDS
That were stretched
TIES
That bonded
Broke APART
Pour me
A GLASS
Of some
Liquid courage
If ONLY been
There done THAT
EXPERIENCE
The warmth
While you can
Still MOVE about freely
SHOES are tied
Correctly
You have
To WALK
Before you can
RUN a sprint
Caught in a
PICKLE
The feel of A
Uncomfortable feeling
WAVING back
And finally getting
On WITH it
The FICKLE was
A surprising solution
To my DILEMMAS
A beautiful
BOUQUET needs
A unique VARIETY
To GRAB your
Honest attention
Full of YOURSELF
Young and
FEARLESS
VALUABLE
Lessons
Hardened my steering wheel
Healing sprees
A much needed
Rewrite
Quid PRO quo
Wetting my
BEAK then drying it OFF
Life’s
Like a BOX
Of ASSORTED feature
Films in the BLINK
Of an EYE
You might
MISS them altogether
Staring at
The same OLE boring
SCREEN
Nothings BEEN happening
Maybe it’s
Time for a game of
PINBALL wizard
Shake things
Up a LITTLE
My ball hasn’t bounced
Since I last
DUSTED it off
It had been deflated
Time to come UP
For some fresh AIR
An ASSORTMENT
Of concoctions
Can truly test your
STAMINA in this life
So
TREAD lightly
And leave your
MIXED bags down
On the corner to be
Taken out with
The TRASH
You KNOW
The one’s you
Kicked to the CURB
Don’t ever consider
REOPENING them
And inviting them OVER
They are of no USE
TO YOU anymore
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 2:13 AM UTC
WRITING
MY own ship
Limited BONDS
That were stretched
TIES
That bonded
Broke APART
Pour me
A GLASS
Of some
Liquid courage
If ONLY been
There done THAT
EXPERIENCE
The warmth
While you can
Still MOVE about freely
SHOES are tied
Correctly
You have
To WALK
Before you can
RUN a sprint
Caught in a
PICKLE
The feel of A
Uncomfortable feeling
WAVING back
And finally getting
On WITH it
The FICKLE was
A surprising solution
To my DILEMMAS
A beautiful
BOUQUET needs
A unique VARIETY
To GRAB your
Honest attention
Full of YOURSELF
Young and
FEARLESS
VALUABLE
Lessons
Hardened my steering wheel
Healing sprees
A much needed
Rewrite
Quid PRO quo
Wetting my
BEAK then drying it OFF
Life’s
Like a BOX
Of ASSORTED feature
Films in the BLINK
Of an EYE
You might
MISS them altogether
Staring at
The same OLE boring
SCREEN
Nothings BEEN happening
Maybe it’s
Time for a game of
PINBALL wizard
Shake things
Up a LITTLE
My ball hasn’t bounced
Since I last
DUSTED it off
It had been deflated
Time to come UP
For some fresh AIR
An ASSORTMENT
Of concoctions
Can truly test your
STAMINA in this life
So
TREAD lightly
And leave your
MIXED bags down
On the corner to be
Taken out with
The TRASH
You KNOW
The one’s you
Kicked to the CURB
Don’t ever consider
REOPENING them
And inviting them OVER
They are of no USE
TO YOU anymore
Some DOORS MAY seem enticing… I KEEP mine closed for MY OWN good 🌞
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