Days Of Distraction: The List

What can they be?
They seem to go on endlessly.
Helping out a friend in need;
Finding ways to heed the need(s)
Of several needy friends in need.
Ignoring things that might be done,
Might be some fun
And useful monetarily.
Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.
Structure: that’s one key.
Thinking practically; harmony.
Priority to me, myself and I.

Life is simple.
Roof, warmth, food -
Summed up sample of the simple,
Which gives ample time
To carry out the other,
'Other' meaning tools which further
Happiness and satisfaction.

Paying bills and buying,
Days of duty and temptation;
Stress and tension:
‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.

What to do about this ‘dream’,
For dream it is.
This is a list and not a scheme;
Not a plan nor stratagem.
Read and think, find out!
The answer lies in nought but thee.
(That’s you and me).
You’ll see
               what works.

Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017
Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me;
Arlene Corwin

Chatted with my 'English rose' of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things.  It inspired these little reflections.
It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You.  By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!

We all have 'em: days of distraction.

We all have motives that drive us,
the means to the end,
that whats behind us.

But how can the view be defining,
if the world only lets you see,
as far as it's horizon.

No one sees the end of a long road ahead
We only know, of what we thought of in bed.
Because we take decisions,
and we make them as we go.
We don't have map
and we don't know where we are going to go...

So what use is defining, if the molding's never done.
you never sell a canvas
if the painter'd just begun ...

Anna Lucia Oct 9

One day we will all be complete
Like petals conjoined
From different kingdoms, shape, and color
Because that's what plants with the same roots do
May they bloom wherever land it is
But the soil containing them is of one

let's do as we did ...

good morning my sweet girl ...
my all feelings which i feel now ...
as i felt last night ...
when you were with me ...
there into my secret world ...
there were i always get you ..
into my all dreams ...
which only created for you ...
there where i could show you ...
all the love which i hold for you ...
there  where we could make our love ...
our sweet love ...
with no shame ...
with brave feelings ...
yes sweetheart ...
come to me now ...
as you came last night ...
to my dream ...
here i am into my warm bed ...
waiting you ...
to make again ...
as we did last night ...
into my hidden world ...
there where no one ...
only you with me ...

come my sweet angel ...
to make what we did ...
again ...
take off all what you wear ...
and  jump into my bed ...
good morning girl ...
my all desires ...

hazem al ...

how to cut all of your hair off and regrow it naturally
how to grow your nails longer and stronger
how to shape your new nails into vicious talons
how to exfoliate away outer layer of skin
what moisturiser promotes thicker skin?
how to take off all of your skin
how to make it into scar tissue
can you flay all of your skin from your body?
can you burn yourself down?
can you rise from your own ashes?
how to become a phoenix

how do you move on?

Silence Oct 8

In this place we call home I swear none of us have the right morals to look up to and we’re all on social media wishing for acceptance in the for of likes and followers and views and friends on snapchat. In this place we call home were banning people from their dreams and are taken away from their families and are laughed at because of their color on the outside and not by the inside on the space of their hearts and is separated by who they pray to and how they celebrate their life. In this place we call home, we all have messed up minds.

the words just kinda flowed out of me and this is what happened

you look at me sideways
am i the pinnacle of hazy?
a tired dream?
am i currently swinging?

i need to not be sideways

Co-writer: tequila

some time we only see what we want to see !

Leah Hodgkiss Sep 27

no plates are thrown in the heat of the moment. no fists strike that leave holes in the wall, no doors slammed that sound strikingly like thunder. no, our unbecoming was not some great site for destruction.

we fell apart much quieter. your kisses rang cold, my voicemails went unanswered. your smile stopped reaching your eyes and the bags under mine were never unpacked.

you carried your anger home from work and set it on the table with your leftover morning coffee. I won't be offended when you dance around me to the songs we used to love so much.

we lose each other in the silence over dinner. our bed started resembling a coffin and the words we left unspoken piled onto us like soil. I spent the day sweeping things under the rug and you started going to bed earlier.

no, no plates are thrown in the heat of the moment. no apologies tossed around more casually than the way you used to kiss my cheek. no, this is too far gone for any feeble attempt made to rescue what we've spent so long letting ruin.

baby, I love you but I'd rather we broke the plates than each other's hearts.

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