#items
Quit taking good things for granted,
I'd just wished I was in your shoes,
If only I had all of what you got,
You just really don't have a clue.
You have so many, many blessings,
You really just don't truly see,
I am not trying to sound envious, but
Sometimes, I'd wished that was me.
Be thankful for what you possess,
because a lot of us truly don't have,
Some have more than we could inherit,
From this, you should be truly glad.
A roof over your head, and
clothes to wear, Food to eat, and
to also to share, so many shoes,
that you have lost count, and clothes you can't wear, so why not give them out.
It's a blessing to have
all the things you own
The Lord Blessed you with it,
His mercy is showned.
People have things that
they don't even use,
So, Donate your clutter,
if you so choose,
Just a word of advice,
to make it very clear,
Be thankful for what you
got before it disappears.
B.R.
Date: 11/22/2025
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC
amid the dross treasures
can be
unearthed
whereby they are repurposed
and
rebirthed
just think of those many
items you've tossed in the
trash
not giving a thought as
to how they could
rehash
gems are discovered neath
the piles of
*******
and collectors bring them
back to life with a
refurbish
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 2:54 AM UTC
All that is mine I carry with me.
My frosted spectacles
With the tiniest crack on the surface
Just enough to make them special.
My leather wallet
Beaten by years of rain and use.
Inside, a polaroid of the one I consider divine.
My keys
For what I do not exactly remember.
They stay nestled in the back of my pocket, rusting slowly.
My lyric book,
Complete with unfinished ideas that ****** at the
Back of my head, pleading to be finished one day.
My Memories,
Which have a repugnant smell of loss
That I embrace with open arms.
My ‘Dreams’,
A potent synthesis of reoccurring nightmares
Fundamentally unrequited in its presence.
My Addictions,
Virulent Vampires leeching droplets
off who I adore so dearly.
My Love,
You too are being ripped away
So quickly.
I think for now
I shall stare at my lyric book wistfully
Through my spectacles, hoping for redemption.
Perhaps one day I will again be able
To show you the Polaroid I hold so dearly
And finally get to use these keys.
All that is mine, I carry with me;
Hopefully I could one day
carry her too.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Items Before
There you see the item in front of you
What you ask is that?
It could be anything you want it to be
A car or a bike or bus or trike
Or a helicopter or plane or UFO
Let alone something smaller
For example a cup or brush or key
Does it matter what the object is?
As long as there is something there?
Each item is made and used by people
It could be you or me or another
Who made or used that item
That is right there before us
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
I will, someday, be the first in line to the opening of your estate sale.
I will buy all of your furniture to keep this part of you alive.
We keep remnants and pieces, as we scatter memories like your charred remains across a place you once knew.
I want to love the carousel figurine
you forgot you once owned and sing the sweet melodies of the music box you once fell asleep too each night.
For the depth of something once loved and now lost, is impenetrable to pain.
As all things are made, and all things are to be loved and lost or forgotten.
I want to love all the things once loved by others.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
I am the lamp, I am this lighting, using up electricity
I am the wall, I am this part of your expensive home
I am the car, I ride too and from, to work and fun
I am the computer, I addict you and take up your time
I am the heater, I warm you and keep you from sickness
I am the stove, I cook your food and boil your water
I am the fridge, I protect your food and liquids from spoiling
INSTANTLY
And you are my slave, you will do what I say in return,
Anything and everything, now that you have these things,
You can never be alone, never have a day off, never be free,
Never have enough time to rest or stay at home with family,
EVER AGAIN.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
In the bag,
you can find a dictionary;
you can find words
like
“alone,”
“gone.”
You can find
a week’s worth
of candy wrappers,
too many empty pill-bottles,
blunt pencils
and ripped pages
and crumpled notes
and band-aids
that didn’t help.
If you looked deeper,
you might find lottery tickets,
forgotten phone numbers
and puzzle pieces
and more empty things,
bottles,
containers,
bags,
hearts.
More words:
“lost,”
“missing,”
“unknown;”
some dust
and pennies
and elastic bands
and plastic knives
and drastic decisions
and
nothing
except
maybe
a few more words
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC