#badnews
I had a bad day
You know when you get those days when you get hit with the truth
When you found out the person you were in love with was in love too
Getting so happy, heaven gave you what you wanted, then you found out he was not in love with you
When you probe deeper than what the two of you have
And see the type of love that they have
How you guys were a secret fling, how you felt butterflies and no one knew a thing
How you would both look at each other and smile
But no one really knew why
Then you look at them and see
His willing to show everyone how much he loves the
Feeling of holding her in his arms as if his wishes came true
And now you're left with a broken heart, forced to see the red become blue
I had a bad day
You know one of those days when you found out its gone
When you're other half as told you the news that you guys shall part
Smiles are now adorning their face
Only this time, it because they're leaving you babe
The friend you have becomes the friend you once had
And the sorrow of before comes back to haunt you once more
That time when you've found someone who gets you
Someone who understands why getting stabbed in the back doesn't make you cry
That person who understands how much time you need
Like they're skilled in the art of growing roses
That person who always made me smile
Is now leaving me for longer than a little while
I had a bad day
You know that day when **** just happens
You were already a floor people walked on
Your heart was already a court people played on
And now you're the grass that bulls excrete on
The universe decides to not only break your heart and take the tape away
But they also remind you of every single reason it was so fun to break you
It reminded you of how much value society will give you
And by now I realized its not a lot
When you find out you're the **** amongst the flowers
You're the thorn amongst the roses
And you're the slave to a system of an imaginery hierarchy
The hierarchy that says you'll never be accepted
Yeah, I had a pretty bad day today
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Sitting in the waiting room
Could cut the tension with a knife
Waiting for a stranger to tell you news that will determine your life.
Heart pounding, breathes get deeper
Waiting for your name to be called
Bad news, darkness, a sense of loss, legs go weak and falls...
Months of treatment, agony and sickness
Wishing the time to go by
the reality is harsh ;
Losing hair, becoming too thin and losing the sparkle in your eyes
Getting weaker day by day
Every movement is a struggle that comes with a sigh
Arranging for family and friends to visit
to say their final goodbye
It comes to a stage where hope slowly dies much like the person in the hospital bed
They will always be with us, in our hearts and on our minds
Can't get the last few months out of my head...
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
I just heard about the near miss.
My mind was elsewhere.
Pleased to hear about Syria,
But it was elsewhere.
I didn't know Pippa had a wardrobe malfunction,
The loss of the Toronto Blue Jays,
The deformed frogs and west coast fires,
And the downing of a 747 somewhere in the Asiatic Sea.
Big news. Bigger problems!
But, like I said, my mind was elsewhere.
Like the ten million payout to the terrorist from Canada
Whose human rights were violated.
I didn't hear that one til today.
I just heard there's been a few transformations
For Caitlyn and Donald. Hope they like their new lives.
My mind was elsewhere,
And I've left it there.
Whew!
Did you hear something about North Korea launching ICBM's?
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
I've become sick
All that ****
They broadcast
Kills me.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
Beware of falsehoods
That's what the cards told me
Now the curtain is rising
And it's not pretty to see
The bridges are long gone
But the evil still breeds
What's going to happen to us and me?
Where is our Shepherd
When we need him dear?
Isn't there much more to life
Than just blood and tears?
A hot steel rhino
Drowns a city in its screams
What's going to happen to them and me?
The accursed notebook
Earns its stars and stripes
The eagle is grounded
While the magpies take flight
A young grim reaper
Brings his scythe to a sheen
What's going to happen to him and me?
Here lies Jonny Boy
And his fall from grace
All his strings are breaking
And he realizes too late
Forgive me Claudine
For the bitterness I keep
What's going to happen to you and me?
Brains are frying
And hearts are spilled
The more we hurt now
The longer it takes to heal
Have I still a long way
Before I lay down and sleep?
What's going to happen to all and me?
Where are you now, dear Shepherd?
Can you hear me?
Can we save ourselves?
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
Air is filled with the stale breath left by a minute passed.
Sobs caress the sound waves like soft feathers.
Writhing in the pain placed in your mind.
Ears feeling deceived hum with unrelenting white noise.
Visage blushed with confusion and depleting tolerance.
Tingling from head to toe, hurt stretching to every part of the body.
Thoughts roaming to dark places, a moment of insanity.
Wishing you were anywhere but here.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Quickly, my vision was blurred by pathetic wetness
But my eye rejected such an emotional mess
So it pushed it into a ball and rolled it off of the
Little eyelashes that cling the lower eyelid
That ball of pitiful water must have been frightened,
or unsure if it wanted to exist or not,
Because it crept down my cheek as cautiously
As the first drops of a rainstorm fall precariously
from the heavy clouds
Numerous moments,
eternal and tremendous moments later
That bit of liquefied pit-of-the-stomach emptiness
had finally reached my jaw in a ticklish sort of way
I let my gaze wander to the floor,
curious to watch the descent of
the salty despair which saturated
the length of my face from the clinging eyelashes,
through my rounded cheeks, to my tickled jawline
Reluctantly, it let go of the minuscule hairs on my skin
and gravity pulled it down as far as it could
as gravity never ceases to do
Suddenly it was a speck hitting the floor
Upon impact, it splashed up in such a way
that the floor must have pushed up against
that hideous piece of pure emotion,
rejecting it as my eye has done
To the floor's dismay, gravity pulled that drop
of soiled ocean downward one final time.
As soon as it settled, fifty more tears
much more sure, and fearless
cascaded like an avalanche without wavering
Quickly, I was standing in a puddle.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
I'm at that point where
good news
and bad news
are irrelevant.
All I want is an answer.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
I can see the light,
it surrounds them.
It shines from within.
The light,
it spills from their mouths
and winks when they blink.
I see it spark from their fingertips,
roll in waves behind their footsteps.
Luminous beings,
such surreal things,
and I, a mere spectator.
Set apart from the rest
by the sharp pain in my chest,
I can do nothing
except concentrate on my breathing
and think about what I should do next.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
I got a text today with news that was
a long time coming.
But that fact didn't make receiving it
a single bit easier.
Working in pharmacy is
high stress
low thanks,
Gotta develop quite the
thick skin.
But some patients are different.
They become favorites,
your smiles to them are genuine,
you share hugs with them,
your heart twists at their struggles,
and you rejoice in their triumphs.
You come to love them.
The problem with that connection is,
when they die,
they take a piece of you with them.
You'll no longer
see their name on your computer screen,
pour their medication into a vial,
have them brighten your day.
Working in pharmacy is
high stress
low thanks
But the worst part is when a patient is gone
and you don't get to tell them goodbye
or how much they meant to you.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC