Lose a tire? Tires,
they come and go. Do you have a grip? The wheel works, but, what's the point if the blue sparks fly? Some words stuck well inside this sternum of mine just need be said. What's the point of you and I, then? Are we always safe? What's the point of this fear of life when I'll soon be nothing more than dead? Hold your eyes, then, til the heart arrives. Sparks cannot fill me up inside with dread.
My tire was flat...
But only on the bottom.
If I open my eyes, I will be awake.
I am awake; I don’t want to open my eyes. Even though dawdling in bed is unwise it is a bad habit I have yet to break. If I were a morning person, I would shake off sleep’s sluggish cloak and arise fresh as a daisy; my arms open to the skies and greet sunrise without the bellyache.
NaPoWriMo Day 20
Poetry form: Octave
My heart is on fire
My eyes admire They called it dire And I must admit, this plan has backfired For my body has tired And I am forced retire To the fact that I cannot be a liar For I am sick Love sick for you
basket went mash and my tissue twinges thee there on ring but bard in mine 'twas graft that mud came a peace fulfillment that didn't regret intake of grizzly and movable feast
young thing now fine young cannibal but least theirs feast of image while beast is fair in whether still foregone in yesterdays why there's peace of mind again in wiles of me
a Girl Scout season
people bore me loneliness bores me
people drain me loneliness drains me people tire me loneliness tires me people misunderstand me loneliness means I misunderstand myself people ignore me loneliness is the epitome of being ignored
Warm room Rain outside my windowsill Quite chill Somber tune Waterfall which turns to snow Hissing heat Radiates Truth until it’s known to me That underneath Every tire Grinds the morning words to speak
We were flying across the valleys,
Searching the way through the alleys. Suddenly out of no-where, It came along with a loud bang! Pulling the car in front of the house, Two of us started getting into the rouse. Luckily you knew how to fix the situation, Changing the tire was a fun exploration. You never know when along the way, You will get a flat tire right away. Stopping you along your life’s path, Making you suddenly stumble across. When a flat tire actually happens, Nothing it is just a way to toughen. Having a spare is always handy, Change it and move ahead in a jiffy. This is not literal but metaphorical, Life is like the road and we are in a vehicle. You will never know when the curves will hit you, A flat tire is the block anytime you can fall into. Instead of crying and throwing a fist, Give the time and make it all fit. There will be many flat tires along the way, Always buckle up and give your best to the day…