#interrupted
Interruption creates dysfunction,
I try to stay focused but find myself distracted
When my flow state is corrupted
It causes a malfunction.
Why can't you send a message
Instead of speaking to me in person
Calling is a last resort,
I'll wait for your text.
The talking in the office is irritating.
The sound of the fax machine
Papers shuffling
Quiet is key
Headphones help me,
I feel like I'm time travelling
When I put them to use,
Please stay away from me.
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 10:39 AM UTC
The most welcomed dreams,
they float no matter
what the consensus.
A bit pinched by Oliver Twist
campaigns, maybe,
but they vote for helium.
For to laugh is to shine,
and to shine is to supernova,
yet, still fit inside the head.
The hours, they are
a cascade of melting candles
burning a hole in the floor.
The only words spoken,
"My Very Educated Mother
Just Served Us Nine Pies."
But how can that be?
We're now one short.
Oh, bucolic heavens!
I grew tired of wandering
and returned to reality
in the angry haze of another
orphaned satellite.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
When u have a small voice.
Its easy to be talked over
Im also a small grl
Ppl think im easy to walk over
I have a tiny voice
That doesnt carry in a room
I have a voice
Ppl ignore
And ideas ppl never hear
Cuz they block out my voice
And muffle my sounds
They cancel my words
And shut out my mouth
Speaking tones
Im unknown
But they dont care
They dont listen
To a tiny voice wit big visions
And grandeur dreams
But somehow they sequester everything i say
And shut down everything i speak
And they will never know me
Or the beautiful things i see
Because my words r nothing
But mumbled speech
As they talk over me and my tiny tiny voice
In your large room
Could there ever be room for me
And my voice to echo
Could there ever be....
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
YOU interrupted.
your skin
your eyes
your heart
off.
un-love
your tyrant
too much love
your mate
closed eyes
my fault
hush
my useless
silent cry
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
The thief3
The princess looked at her face
That became red and filled with fear
The princess said:" why did you this worst thing?
Why did you convert their fathers to be nothing?
They can't move or talk or even think
You made them fill of losing hope sink
You deserve to die or even get hurt"
The witch woman collected her intelligent
And said with yellow smile that was gained
"What do you say my sweetly girl?
My daughter that I will love at all"
The king smile at her and said"
"Dear, you have kindly heart"
He looked at his daughter and said"
Don't accuse any person without evident
Go to your room and don't go out"
The princess' face got red and
Her tears were descended
She run with that boy to her suite
The king ordered her to stop
He ordered the boy to be dismissed
She cried very ,very loud
She stayed at her room without getting out
Till her father entered at once
He saw the pale of her face
Her body became thin
He astonished and said
"what did make my groom sick?"
Smile ,smile to see my gift
Come to my suit to see my gift"
She thought that the witch was dismissed
And his famous justice was returned
She entered his suite in speed
With great smile that decorated
Her face to make her more smart
She called with a smile"
"What is the " her speech was interrupted
As she saw a strong guy and the witch stood
The king said "this is your groom!"
Is that good gift at your mind!"
She said with sad :
"Who is that?"
The king said"
He is the nephew of my love"
to be continued
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
Disappearing into the milk
Silver goes for a swim
And a thunderous whirlpool
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
the latitudes of freedom are not hard to measure --
though they can be difficult to achieve.
there are limited means, and a day --
dashed by uncooperative weather, the wind
outside raging like some mythical beast --
blowing the snow sideways, piling the drifts.
and so the day unfolds in the usual way,
and the night -- the foreseen sleep interrupted,
as it has been for years, and the road ahead --
while invisible still -- promises more of the same.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
what do you do
when shrapnel of mind
let loose on rabid breath
tears at flesh
within
bullets round and smooth
wreak havoc
on pillars of norm
challenged
niceness blown apart
in stark light
harsh persistent truth
revealed
cloaks hastily drawn
screened vagaries of
loose imaginings
stripped
etched faces bland
devoid of genuine strength
cast aside effigies
of life
once lived interrupted
childhood tales
spent on pyre of fight
delayed
where skies are green
and grass grey
parameters moved
until there is
no sound
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
Girl interrupted,
because my values don't consent to your norm.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC