I thought I saw her
earlier on today, but it was me, reflected in a shop window my own face.
Flaking lead, spit on green,
walls formed the small leaned over bar known as “Bulkling Beer” (No pub at the end). Migrant driven cars zoomed, rippled the window cage, but never stopped. It dripped with desolate machine roars and those were the customers. The poor shop keeper, once in a while, slid in her knitted socks to the mechanical fiend and grabbed a gawkily warm ice cream cone
I look at the old shop
It only closed a few days ago I remembered it by name And the people that worked there Their names were Jane and Harold A couple who started the business on their honeymoon A simple store, selling simple things Coats, towels, brooms And yet I always came So they could be happy However, money was tight Few customers ever came The two grew worried They couldn't keep up, but they tried to Sold all their belongings, just so they could be happy Jane was infertile, but she knew the shop was her baby When she cried, Harold cried And eventually, they let go I walked to the empty storefront Sometimes I could see the two smiling
I'm sorry about my absence.
This time I'ma let the pen rhyme
do it until i lose my mind yes -- these words feel JUST fine I cannot control, these words of mine. flowing like the river of time you and I know I have broached the sublime.
wow i order one large coffee and i feel like i'm on top of the world lmaoo
I crawl out of the wreckage
after talking to myself about the troubles I am having with my debt and bills to pay. I dig myself out from envisioning my headaches taking hold and threatening to blow my eyeballs out. (And then I start to realize...) I am stuck in the middle of nowhere in a shop run by ghosts and they won’t let me go free. I stop envisioning the woman who stopped talking to me and I realize that I can’t go anywhere wherever she is. Then I touch the counter and I realize how dusty it is but I don’t see any dust on my fingers (And then I start to contemplate…) What if I am not living? What if I am wasting time on the things making me dead on the inside? I wander around this dead auto shop and see the wrecked metal shell that was my car and the wrecked driver that was me. I only see it as a tomb for a dead shell of a guy too busy thinking about worrying and too busy thinking about dying than paying attention to the road.
There is a barber shop built on the ashes of Babylon,
where men lose their ******* with shame that skip to the fourth kid, There once was place where Samson's hairstyle was a treasure map. A place where lost man travel Where David found no stone where Noah built an Ark but storm never came. When we pass through that place even the stars we use for direction disappear.
I love the warm smell more than baked bread.
I love the old stories flooding back through my head. I love the middle-age chatter, with child like mutters, finding old favorites in old familiar covers. I love the personalised fountain-penned message, carefully scribed and meticulously dated. I don't care about the number of dog eared pages, or the tell-tale signs of well worn aging. Tea stains and small tears - they don't bother me, each tell a new tale beyond what I can see. I love the weight of the years sitting in my hand, I love the tether to past lives multi- second-hand. With memories of libraries with warm worn carpets, wall to wall adventures and sun faded artists, battered yellow seats, shooshed conversations, quietly spoken protests at the books being rationed. I stayed past closing, riding trains of free thought with Tin Tin, Asterix and old Mrs Pepperpot. I'm still drawn to the pages and the feeling inside second-hand stories where memories reside.
My dad taught me to love reading. My kids learnt it for me.
Come one, come all!
And welcome To the shield shop! Here, we supply anything And everything You need For a custom made Shield Now, this isn’t your typical Iron or bronze, No, the shields here are much Sturdier And not for physical Affronts We could provide you A block of wood For dense ness Thoroughly not Understanding Social cues Good, For keeping away Verbal bullies Or, Romantic attention A shard of ice for coolness Unaffected Untouched Abve the crowd Keeping your cool to the point That no one approaches you No one reads you Makes you seem impenetrable A flame for blazing confidence Attracts people But also scares them away So they, Maintain a distance From your Vulnerabilities Whose existence They may not be aware of A kitten for innocence Either, Giving others the desire To protect you Or they just pass you by We have all these And so much more! So why don’t you come and See Which one works for You!
This is an idea I’m playing with, I’m not completely sure if it’s true. Feel free to comment or message if you have an opinion.