"dora" poems
Supposedly too much television will rot your brain away
BUT... you can 't believe what everyone may say
KERMIT told us it ain't easy being green
TAYLOR SWIFT taught us people can be trouble & really mean
SEBASTIAN the CRAB told us it is better down where it is wetter
CINDERELLA taught us that eventually things will get better
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS told us over & over he's READY! he's READY!
THE TORTOISE taught us that being quick may not always work
KAYNE WEST taught us people are rude, interrupting, annoying & huge jerks
MR KRABS taught us some people are money hungry & greedy
LINDSAY LOHAN taught us some people are attention needy
DORA THE EXPLORER taught us to live our life as an adventure & go explore
SWIPER taught us to always go for more
SQUIDWARD taught us not everyone has happiness to share
PATRICK STAR taught us that some people's heads are filled with air
PLANKTON taught us that you can never give up on reaching your goal
ALICE's curiosity taught us don't chase white rabbits with pocket watches down their hole
PETER PAN taught us to live carefree & have no worries at all
HORTON taught us that a person is a person no matter how small
THE LORAX taught us to take care of our trees
SNOW WHITE taught us that there maybe more than what the eye sees
TOMMY PICKLES taught us sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
THE GRINCH taught us that deep down inside, the cruel have hearts too
NEMO'S DAD MARLIN taught us you can't protect people from all & or any danger
BARNEY taught us not to talk to a stranger
TIMONE & PUMBA taught us "HAKUNA MATATA"
LILO & STITCH taught us no one gets left behind or forgotten, that is "OHANA"
SOUTH PARK taught us not to give a **** & some friends can be a huge ****** BAG
JUSTIN BIEBER taught us what isn't "SWAG"
STEWIE taught us that even if you're talking not everyone is listening
NELLY taught us that not everywhere has air conditioning "HOT IN HERRE"
DOROTHY taught us is you want to go home just click your heels three times & repeat "THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME"
SOUTH PARK'S TWEAK taught us that your underwear get stolen by the underwear gnomes
So much we've unknowingly managed to obtain
secretly stored in our brain
celebrities, songs, shows & even cartoons have taught us a lot
& that's what life lessons are all about
little hidden lessons & messages everywhere
& completely unaware you pass it on & share
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
Good Day spoken in a bad austrailian accent
bad juju voodoo clear light poltergeist on disablity
Hoarding every scrap of miserable memories attached to trash
your apartment is a holiday for nightmares and childmolesters
******* magazines, old sanitary napkins , bad vhs movies
lay like dead soldiers waiting for the war to end
Black bags and boxes scattered every where are villages to rats
and every unknown pestilence you can only read about in medical textbooks.
half eaten pizzas covered in pickles dried up sadly looking at empty pills
You have no hold on me I can't understand your pain nor will i listen to your overdramatic ******** about whoever
or scheming to defraud Walmart
Your mutilation is a scar spelling sociopathic miscreant child trapped in an old mismatched shell of no clear gender.
Your diagnostic prophecies from the dsm5 dismissed like school on a snow day.
Will commands the unentanglement
uncurse
unfear
dispell all your contradictions accusations monologrhthyms
bad music choices and echoes of muttered mustard.
only truth will be uplifted
Peace be with you
whereever you are currently infesting enjoy your dora the explorer ice cream
Was there ever a floor in here?
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 12:53 AM UTC
**One late night in Seattle I had an out of body experience.
I jotted down this love letter from my deceased mother.
She told me a long time ago she'll be living in my heart forever, here is proof.**
You have to be patient with yourself. Know that nothing comes easy. You're going to fall multiple times throughout life but doesn't mean you can't stand above it. You'll have people who will break your heart having you searching for answers that you may never find. But know when it's right to let go. The more you look at the past the more destructive you'll become. I want you to be happy, I know you're more than capable of that. I remember you being a little girl that used to laugh at the little things. Understand life has it's ups & downs, that is something you'll never be able to escape. Remove yourself from anything negative or harmful to your heart. You are who you are & no one can alter that. Experience living but take advantage of the tangible things in front of you. Life doesn't always go as planned. The choices you make can only lead you to what fate has already decided. Love yourself like I did when I first met you at birth. Keep me close to you & never forget how much I love you.
- Mommy Dora
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
That day I met her at the Shelter
She said, “My name is Dora",
While hanging upside down, off kilter,
“I’m Dora the Explorer!”
Balanced on the armoire door
Beckoning me to help her retrieve
Hanging high above the floor
A ballet that I couldn’t believe...
Up on one toe she dangled
As she demanded I help her reach
Some toys she longed to wrangle
Until we heard a commanding screech!
“Get down from there! Wash your hands!
Asia, it’s almost time for dinner!"
Dora leapt-trusting- she lands
Her high-flying act a sure winner!
Oh, Dora, who is Asia?
She said, “I don’t like that name-sorry!
Later let's play a new game?
After dinner my name is Laurie!”
Since she answered to that name
I schooled her in her name’s history
But Dora just wouldn’t be tamed
“Not a CONTINENT-I’m a MYSTERY!”
Asia, alias Laurie Dora
After supper, brushed and scrubbed
Gave the best, my airy explorer-
Dora's monumental hug!
She sprang to my arms without warning
Like a monkey from a vine
I wasn’t aware until morning
It was the best hug of all time!
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Meri paidaish k waqt woh khushi aur fikr ke mix emotions mein kho raha tha....
Mujhe janam to meri maa de rahi thi, par usse dekh inhe bhi dard ** raha tha.
Jab main bol nahi pata,tabse meri khawahisho ko pura karne ka zimma uthaya tha...
Kandhe pe bitha kar duniya dikhayi aur ungli pakad ke papa ne chalna sikhaya tha.
Bhale khud,hindi medium mein aathwi kaksha tak ki thi padhai....
Par paise jama kar kar, seher ki best English school mein meri admission thi karwayi.
Office mein over time kar ke, mere future ki planning mein paise bachate the.....
Khud eid pe purane kapde pehente, par humare liye naye kapde silwate the.
Par tab zindagi mein, papa ka balidan aur pyaar kaha samjh mein aana tha.....
Papa ko thank u, i love u baad mein keh denge abhi to sirf paisa kamana tha.
Phir ek raat dosto k sang, madhoshi humpe chahi thi.....
Par waha fikr k maare papa ko neend kaha aayi thi.
Papa ka phone aaya to number dekh pehle phone kaat diya.....
Jab wapas call aaya to "kyun pareshan kar rahe ** keh kar papa ko daat diya.
Phir agli subah phone aaya to socha, papa ko baar baar phone karne k liye naa kahe....
Par samne se awaz aayi "yeh jiska phn hai, unhe raste pe dil ka dora aaya, aur woh abb nahi rahe"
Aaj raat hai par sulane wala nahi....
Dost aur party hai par phn kar haal puchne wala nahi.
Aaj kehne to bahut kuch hai, par koi sunne wala nahi...
Abb bol sakta hoon, phir bhi khawahisho ko pura karne wala nahi.
Jab keh sakta tha tab maine kaha nahi....
Aaj paisa to bohot hai, par thank u, i love u kehne ko papa nahi.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Hi . . . This is about the kinds of people who work in corporate big money office buildings . . . Imagine them at lunchtime, how they interact and picture the scene in any . . .
Busy little bistro
Sharp - sharks - circle - the - pack
Pinstripe finned and eager
Snapping their snacks back with ease
Points to prove with nothing to lose
No cracks in their creases
They're keen to return to the fray.
These boys play with girls
Aren't yet uncles with nieces
Just unproven throwaway pieces . . .
In shiny . eat ***** . suited up . Chelsea boots
Bidding for ***** with cute looks and loot
Touting with confident ***** . . .
As mobile as their smart devices
Loose
Next . . . ?
And fresh from a mornings abuse
And fifteen years of fear . .
Beleaguered older shirts sit . .
Flogged dogs with weak barks
Parked packed into packs.
Tongue tied ties tied together
Safety is numbers
Get each others backs
These partially satisfied cats
Know today is NOT their day . .
That was yesterday . . .
Obliging lives and mortgages
The reasons why they stay
Passing Cabs cruise . . .
Seen it all before.
Sat in the back a high class *****
Glazed eyes glancing away
From her play-away payday
Nibbles in the boardroom . .
Napkins . . for the dribbles
A working lunch for this Girl
Her money-shot a wrap without applause
Was just a . . . pause . . . between paws . .
Then Dora on reception
John, who minds the door
Evie in the IT room
Or dave . . who buffs the Marble
Sparkles glinting in the floor . .
And the guards . . who guard . . what exactly . . ?
All of this . . ? Networking . . !!!
Everybody's selling something
It doesn't quite stink
But it definitely smells
A little high
As time whiles by
Seems this
Is the state of our nation
And in this state
Defines our aspirations
And yes . . this state's a splinter
Taunting my imagination . . .
Do I stake my place within this game
Or sit in observation
Commentating on a race
Where human nature fakes it's place
Where people sit as players
Yet no one wears their own face
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Llamar al pan el pan y que aparezca
sobre el mantel el pan de cada día;
darle al sudor lo suyo y darle al sueño
y al breve paraíso y al infierno
y al cuerpo y al minuto lo que piden;
reír como el mar ríe, el viento ríe,
sin que la risa suene a vidrios rotos;
beber y en la embriaguez asir la vida,
bailar el baile sin perder el paso,
tocar la mano de un desconocido
en un día de piedra y agonía
y que esa mano tenga la firmeza
que no tuvo la mano del amigo;
probar la soledad sin que el vinagre
haga torcer mi boca, ni repita
mis muecas el espejo, ni el silencio
se erice con los dientes que rechinan:
estas cuatro paredes -papel, yeso,
alfombra rala y foco amarillento-
no son aún el prometido infierno;
que no me duela más aquel deseo,
helado por el miedo, llaga fría,
quemadura de labios no besados:
el agua clara nunca se detiene
y hay frutas que se caen de maduras;
saber partir el pan y repartirlo,
el pan de una verdad común a todos,
verdad de pan que a todos nos sustenta,
por cuya levadura soy un hombre,
un semejante entre mis semejantes;
pelear por la vida de los vivos,
dar la vida a los vivos, a la vida,
y enterrar a los muertos y olvidarlos
como la tierra los olvida: en frutos…
Y que a la hora de mi muerte logre
morir como los hombres y me alcance
el perdón y la vida perdurable
del polvo, de los frutos, y del polvo.
Tal sobre el muro rotas uñas graban
un nombre, una esperanza, una blasfemia,
sobre el papel, sobre la arena, escribo
estas palabras mal encadenadas.
Entre sus secas sílabas acaso
un día te detengas: pisa el polvo,
esparce la ceniza, sé ligera
como la luz ligera y sin memoria
que brilla en cada hoja, en cada piedra,
dora la tumba y dora la colina
y nada la detiene ni apresura.
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Geografia I
Quando a Vila Jaiara era do mundo
O centro vital; se mais longe houvesse,
Lá chegara, aos saltos, de susto tomado
Em mim mesmo; silente rezava o missal.
Corria pelos campos – a savana, cerrado.
O medo do sistema heliocêntrico
Ainda não perdera: o medo de ser
Só. Eu vivia com meus irmãos e irmãs –
Éramos uma centena de bichinhos
Em torno de nossa mãe adotada,
A quem chamávamos de Senhora.
E em torno dela, tudo girava, girava...
Os grandes mandavam-nos, sorrateiros,
Andar pelo cerrado em busca de tudo:
Gabirobas, cajuzinhos, goiabas ...
Na Vila Jaiara havia tanta coisa mais.
A casa de Helena; de deuses onde doces.
Que à caminhada tornava clara para nós.
Centro luminoso em que a ceia do Senhor.
Não havia São Paulo ou Rio de Janeiro –
No máximo: Belo Horizonte, Araxá
Povoavam nossos sonhos.
E talvez Ouro Preto e Divinópolis –
Onde Dora reinava...
- Goiânia, São Petersburgo e Tegucigalpa – só no Atlas.
Anápolis era outra estória: a cidade, o comércio longe demais...
Ali na Jaiara estava o centro de tudo
e no centro de tudo o amor:
Laíde Epifânia me nomeara “Maninho”.
Naquele tempo, na nossa vila, não passava um rio.
Mas havia a fábrica de tecidos, onde Jorge –
Noivo de minha irmã – tecia a união e afeto
E me ensinava a andar de bicicleta.
Do Vietnã, só soube no ginásio.
./.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
When my wife’s great Aunt ‘Dora died
We received a strange bequest.
Not land or Gold or Mallomars
Just an ornate box, covered in dust.
Her will strictly enjoined us
from opening the box.
The sides had cryptic puzzles
That served it as strong locks
The box was rather gaudy
Carved from finest sandalwood
Inlaid with golden letters
a Greek would have understood.
We both took very seriously
The task to guard this prize
To keep this family heirloom
preserved from prying eyes..
Ten years it stood there in our room
An enigmatic guest
And often I would ponder it
while I was getting dressed.
Until one dark December day
In the Millennial year
Curiosity overcame my wife
And she succumbed, I fear.
My Darling, being curious,
Solved the riddles on the side
She was just prying up the lid
As I ran inside..
A disembodied Banshee screamed
The air was thick and red.
I rushed to close the box back up
in existential dread.
Still, the world seemed little changed
As I sequestered hope.
The radio said by 5-4
George Bush had won the vote
I think on all that’s happened since
As things have gone to Hell
****** wars in foreign lands
Discord at home as well.
Since then twin towers crashed and burned
And Wall Street did the same
Do you think it could be possible
Aunt Pandora’s Box shares blame?
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
SHY ~ BASHFUL....
Do those words still apply?
It seems that the words now are,
SMART ~ BOLD.....
Children are so amazing
With there knowledge.
They have baby computers,
To learn there A,B,C's
A Kindle to play learning games
Or to read a book...
Dora the Explorer
To learn a foreign language.
There is T-Ball, baseball, soccer
For exercise.
BUT....
Will they know how to sign their name?
And now there is on line education....
WHAT???
What some and I say some
Children lack is IMAGINATION...
RESPECT....and the freedom to give a HUG...
Nothing is,
SIMPLE...
Anymore at least to
Some and I say some grandmas...
Because we grandmas lost the freedom
To give a SHY ~ BASHFUL child
A HUG...
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
It is when you draw the curtains
on the day, that the house takes
on a different aura, the lamps lit,
the library empty of him, the study
where he often sat and wrote is
tomb-like; the passageways echo
his footsteps only in memory; his
place at dinner is vacant, although
you insist his place is set up as it
always was; his space in bed empty
of him, you sleep alone, wanting him,
wanting him so much, so much it aches
worse than any wound, it wounds you
deeply, right through to your core.
The evening sky is slowly drawing in.
The moon bright as a coin drifts by.
You have closed it out; you stand
there wanting him to embrace you
as once he would; want to sense
his kisses on your naked neck as
once he had. You walk to the chair
and listen; wait for dinner; wait for
night and sleeplessness; wait for
him who will now never ever come.
You feel so empty; feel so so numb.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
Explore
the inner depths
of your mind,
turning over
every rock,
inspecting every crevice
to find
the metaphysical.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
Toddlers can put green crayons in the freezer without
Anybody questioning them and I
Have a problem with that.
I have a problem with the fact that toddlers can put
Green crayons in the freezer and tell their parents that they are
Preserving
The Earth and that they’ve been learning about
Animal adaptations and conjunctions in school
And that they
Love
Their friends.
I have a problem with the fact that a
Toddler’s idea of
Beauty
Is a butterfly landing on their finger during
Recess, a snowflake on their tongue, the
Grogginess of staying up past 8:30,
Scooby snacks, Dora the Explorer,
The satisfaction of scraping the
First chunk out of a tub of butter, the
Giddiness and fear at your first sleepover,
The one where you had to timidly shake your
Friend awake in the middle of the night because you could
Not for the
Life of you find the bathroom.
I’m not ashamed to admit that
I haven’t said I love you in a time that
Lingers like the smell of burning.
It’s always love you or love ya and I’ve
Forgotten what it feels like for those words to
Caress my lips, to guide my heart
Out of its cage into the
Stale air.
I want to be considering beauty like a
Toddler. I want to be watching Dora and
Learning about conjunctions, but instead I’m
Crying because I can’t fit into my jeans right and I
Don’t know how to do makeup. I want to say
I love you and let it
Ring in the air like
Frozen music
But I can’t
Because you’re
States away and instead I brush my hair
So many times for people who don’t even like me that
There’s no personality left.
I have a problem with the fact that you
Moved on so quickly and left me with the
Loves me not flower petal and that
Dora the Explorer is not on Netflix
Anymore and the price of Happy Meals goes
Up everyday like the age of my
Heart
And that
Toddlers can put green crayons in the freezer without
Anybody questioning them and say that
They
Are preserving the Earth.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
Dora! People with big noses are beautiful!
Anyway, Dora of the Noble Nose
as a single rose
as a solitary diamond
so brilliantly in love with Gilbert!
Married
and years later...
She kept the paper folded
in her jewelry drawer...
the paper from the hospital
that said...
she was pregnant!
With you!
in her jewelry drawer!
Joan, My friend
It was you
she kept as folded treasure
till her death at 82
I read your Kaddish, Dora
I watch the shovels fly
as stones collect like children of the prayers
upon your grave
Thank God, Joanie!
You have no heir
At grief’s end
there’s no one left...
to die of love’s enfolding
leaving everything
to...
Joanie Treasure!
Joanie Only!
To my friend, her mother, and father
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Her eyes were wide open: she spoke with confident
The sun shines brightly from the west
That came directly from the boardwalk:
I tried not to stare directly at her lower parts
But once I look at the negativity :the body shaming
Keep on rising, my lips were sealed:
Hello, my name is Anna, and how are you?
I heard about them, I saw their videos
But to be up close: defaming the obesity epidemic
I saw Lucy the human sow pig,
The Triumphant Elephant struggles,
Years of food that could have save thousands
Of hungry children lives:
she lay there dictating, deteriorating
I stood there as a poet with a pen.
not a Nurse of a friend,
Gasping, sighing
She fights for air;
I fumbled for words of expression:
To report back to Jack Kevorkian:
Was on displayed: there that day
Her hands reach for the oxygen wire,
I knew and she knew how I felt about her
She looked right at me, when she said the words
“Anna do you speak the Language
I said “oh no, “God forbid
And from that moment,
I know she was waiting, waiting,
To leave this world behind her:
Sadly, I got to know her better,
she was sweet and sour at the same
she brought a bottle of champagne for the staff for
the New years, and in February she passed away..
R.I.P Dora
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
Cómo duermes, pequeña, en tu cunita,
cerca del fuego que te abriga y dora.
Te contemplo un minuto, media hora,
y tú sigues dormida, dormidita.
Un carro pasa, un leño azul crepita,
sube una voz del aire triunfadora,
y tú como si tal, mínima aurora,
la pestaña ¡ay de mí! casi infinita.
Eres la primordial Indiferencia
ante la expectativa, ante el anhelo
hechos de resignación, vueltos paciencia.
Soy tu primer poeta y soy tu abuelo...
Tal vez clames un día mi presencia:
búscame por la tierra y por el cielo.
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Her friends in the dark, always playing games,
The headless One in places never expected always
A mouthful of jelly maggots, he likes the games.
"I eat one every now and again,
The eyeless one never watching where he goes always
Jumping out ***** nails so I gave then a coat of baby
Pink much prettier, now his teeth all un-neat.
"Sharp and graceful what do you think,
They like the place of perpetual darkness, they said I
Can visit it soon, I packed my Dora bag. they said its
A one way trip, one more game of hide and seek.
"A slimy goes down before my eternal sleep Mmm...,
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
I smack babies with my wrist watch
**** washers in the backseat
mad talk about battle broads and coke hogs
I'm outside of town
out of coke. out of **** smoke
I binge on some coffee grounds my girl found between the seats
our sheets soak in blood behind the back seat
there's mud between my teeth.
my mothers grief, it cannot phase me
I'm lazy
I'm drunk
I'm going 90 and I can't see
but, there's people all around me
shouting things
I wring my socks out in the mouths
of all the people tied up in our car
I start to say "you're welcome" but I can't help but be distracted
by the Spanish girl in the middle
jaw unhinged and dripping spittle
she says "come a little closer"
I say "Jesus, take the wheel"
I stretch up close and smell her teeth
we close our eyes and start to breathe each others breath
I read her mind
she'd like to slice me like the swine she thinks I am
but I'm just glad
that I have cigarettes to burn her with
we'll happily take our turns with her
then we'll ditch her on some curb without a note
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
I do not want to rise to my feet.
But there’s no snooze button on a child.
Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.
*This place is a ******* mess.*
I tidy up while she watches Dora explore;
I do not like being on my feet.
I brew four cups of Maxwell House
and check the mirror to make sure I look alive.
Rise. Shine? Sleep. Repeat.
Into the car and off to the sitter’s.
She and I dance to pop songs on the radio.
Upon the car’s pedals, I tap my feet.
I drop her off and drive to work where
I drop off hot plates to hungry guests.
Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.
I pick her up, go home, and cook dinner;
then bath time, bed time, homework.
Will I ever feel stable on my feet?
Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat.
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
Ángel Falcó me trajo heroica talla
de México, jardín de colorines
y ella le da a mi casa serafines
y está al paso de idilios y batalla.
En su mano con lustre de azucena,
mi Dora Isella Russell la condujo,
hasta mi mano que no tiene lujo,
pero que es , para amigos, talla buena.
S anta María Guadalupe, fina:
reinarás en mi casa con mi ama,
S anta María del Socorro, dina
de todo apego y toda exacta llama.
Bajo esa doble ala tan divina,
bordo confiada y calma, mi oriflama.
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I was born fast and moving in the back of a bus 8 ½ miles outside of New Orleans. I was not noticed until my ***** cries wafted to the front of the bus, heard by a 50-year-old transvestite named Is-he-dora trying to homestead in Kentucky. She put me her manicured under arm and carried me off. You see, mom pulled up her ******* quick, smoothed out her cardigan, and popped a Quaalude before the driver could realize she climbed out of the emergency back exit.
My first drink was bourbon through a ****** I teethed raw leather, the heel of an old boot, and a mannequin who was named Dolly. She only wore red satin and peacock feathers. The gals only bathed her in sesame oil with almonds floating in the jar. She smelled of mom. My school was on the laps of the people in the back of racetrack stables. I take my learning fast paced with a side of jockey.
I took to the streets half paved by the beats. Cassidy may have had the road, but I had the words. I was thrown out of every Mormon congregation south of the Mason-Dixon. I made it to New York in a bathtub in the base of a pick up truck for the purposes of shoplifting for fun and profit. I vogued my way through Harlem, and at night I slept with Dolly’s sister in the bedding section of bloomies.
Here I am. Right in front of you. Can you see me? Can you smell me? Can you feel me?
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
52 i love you
34 ***** boar
21 you are fun
83 you've seen me ***
45 let's do a jive
22 i miss you
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
And I left, got shipped off for who knows how long. I left most of home, all except Dora, and maybe the trees.
And the moon never leaves me anyway.
I was feeling as blue as the shadows of the night.
The fluorescent shining down every twenty steps,
I even miss the tungsten no matter how ugly it is.
Walking empty to the store, I found myself as you do in another dimension.
It’s too late to be here in reality.
Wait... was that... oh weird.
What are they doing here? And who is that?...
She talked to me, and the others faded into maybe another aisle.
We walked past bakery goods,
We walked through the arts and crafts,
We walked past the entrance,
Talking the whole time.
I knew you weren’t the one,
You weren’t her,
Maybe you were one of her?
I don’t really know yet, but something keeps happening.
You ran your hands along my arm and pulled me with you.
As the end felt near,
We looked at each other, and the hug sealed the connection that needed a stamp.
We held our bodies to each other until the warmth filled us up.
It still always fades...
Goodbye.
I don’t know what I’m going back to now...
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
Love to many
Is so many things
Right now
To me
It's watching my
Sweet baby
Kitties
Dora and Raven
Sleep
They are curled
Up & comfy
Warm and
Snugly
I'll always
Be their
Protective
Mama
& they
Love
Unconditionally
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC