#sideways
It's like walking on PINS and NEEDLES,
which is very, very HARD to ENDURE,
While going through TRYING TIMES, and HARDSHIPS,
Looking for HOPE but just NOT TOO SURE.
When LIFE is GIVING you LEMONs or
You are just HANGING on by a THREAD,
or looking for a SCAPEGOAT or,
MAYBE IT ALL IN YOUR HEAD.
Whenever there is a PROBLEM,
an ISSUE or NO RESOLUTION,
JUST ALWAYS REMEMBER:
THOUGH IT ALL!!!
There will always be a SOLUTION!!!
When Your NERVES are on the EDGE, and
YOU'RE COMPLETELY LOOSING CONTROL,
Your MIND is GOING SIDEWAYS,
As if you have NO PLACE ELSE TO GO,
When your NERVES are GETTING THE BEST of YOU, and
THOUGHTS are going TO and FRO.
Just TAKE in a FEW DEEP BREATHS L,
A give a STERN GLANCE,
LET GO of your FRUSTRATIONS and
Here comes your BIG CHANCE,
To LET GO OF the NERVES and
the TENSION,
For, this FEELING IT WILL NOT LAST,
IT WILL SUBSIDE and then GO AWAY, and
Your ANXIETY will be in the PAST!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/31/2024
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 10:19 PM UTC
At times one has to go sideways before they can go forward
when attempting to reach that place they’re heading toward.
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Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 5:39 AM UTC
_Love travels sideways,
Down dark alleys,
Along winding country lanes;
Arrives late,
Hesitates too long,
Leaves early;
A journey to take,
A destination unmapped,
An invitation to linger when we least expect it._
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
_Papa always said, ‘Parallel lives meet when love travels sideways.’_
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
Sometimes I prefer you
looking at something else
Instead of me.
Not because I'm shy
Or you look better sideways,
But because of the way
You wonder at things.
I love the feeling of thinking
That if you can look
At lifeless mountains in too much awe,
How much more passion do you give
Looking at the person who owns your soul?
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Reality comes in flashes
Waves of inaudible screams
Weightless in a body of regret
I inhale this false world
Imprisoned in a vast beyond
I know that I am trying
To awake from this criminal comatose
All I have is a key
To a lock I'll never find.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
Dangerous roads
and starless nights
a/c out
and faulty lights
squeaky brakes
a seat that bites
you can take your truck and stuff it
endless circles
lonely bi ways
without a net
on the highway
it's time that i just
did it my way
you can take your truck and stuff it
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
right there where the sun don't shine
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
it's not your life that's on the line
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
right there where the sun don't shine
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
i'm on my way....and that's just fine
paperwork
time delaying
canvas straps
constantly fraying
you ***** to me
but i hear naying
you can take your truck and stuff it
life's short
i'm not waiting
takes too much
to keep berating
i'm getting *******
and we're not dating
you can take your truck and stuff it
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
right there where the sun don't shine
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
it's not your life that's on the line
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
right there where the sun don't shine
you can take your truck and stuff it sideways
i'm on my way....and that's just fine
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Living life on a slant.
Things keep slipping
Just out of reach,
Looking like they are far,
Too far to be here or there.
Everything is unobtainable,
People seem like they
Plot against what you
Want for them and for your life.
Smiles seem crooked,
Sidelong glances lengthen,
And frowns look fake.
Nothing is clear when
The only perspective is
Sideways.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
It's like this, and then there was total recall. Fast like a safety plan made wrong and then bouncing in and out all the way down the hall. Up through cable cars, Korean fast food market, wet fish, soupy street, concrete cracks filled with crab meat and **** heads. Just a square, a five block, two street, sideways quadrangle, beat of the Tenderloin, hour of the dove. Every one's dead on these loose ends. Hills of the back of her backside, skin of the back of her neck. Rapture is the grave of the sunset, memory is that thing that I said.
No one cans in carnivores, no one runs moves like a shepherd. Sunday, daft as candy, luck in the ways of the prophet. Canon of the blaze of every woman that died today. The sleep setting, the motorcycle bending the hollow, the ravines noisy interlude, up through the rough and the tangles, huddles in a six pack, three or four walking up the block to meet the rest of them.
The skin doesn't fit right, it wears wrong, the shoulders stiff, the masseuse excuses himself. Buckets of flowers hang from the ceiling like stripped cat christmas decorations in suburban mastermind serial killer resort town. Everyone is quiet because they gotta. They move their feet like they were hurrying death into a red volcano, like they were the errand of red from the top bell to the bottom of the town.
I sit on a roof top, baking in the noon day sun. Stripping sticks and stems off the side to sideways, just roasting away, laying, low in the afternoon light. I see a girl with her hands on her skirt, wobbling, scooting a priest card on a periwinkle terra-cotta. I move my head, turn it upside round to take a better look. No one counts to ten when they see me. The gangster that woke up isn't the gangster that went to sleep last night. My wickedness ended my words mean your bright decay. So I ride the pavement exhausted, burying my coughs in an L-shaped arm
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Tsk tsk tossed
go out
Your suggestions.
Whisk whisk washed
flow south
Your directions.
Hiss hiss sorry
no time for
sage reflections.
Songs you sang will not be sung
Nor any tales of strength believed.
The brain embodied in such young
Must think it he first to perceive.
Ask every man
Who first made sparks?
From rocks to barks?
Blinding night and fooling fear?
Wholly gone ghost
Our first bright creature
He harnessed fire
Then disappeared.
Realizations when thought anew
Seem to skip from us awry.
So no Salutes
nor an ovation
For those who fostered
Us will be spied.
Gods truth your lips bespoke to youth
Yet still it's not their time to hear.
For these ears are full of magic
And your end rolls
Crushing near.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC