ANGER DOES NOT PAY
anger is red danger. but a familliar stranger. so it came as no. at the times i have paid the price. more than thrice. before becoming very wise. the judge said. i should have been put in a cage. if one considers all the damage. i brought on whit my
charitable giving
filed under health
3AM
Meh...couldn't sleep Might as well write about it...
"It's No Fun To Have A Cold"
It's no fun to have a cold, It makes you feel all sick and old, You itch, and sneeze, and cough and weeze, And scratch your nose, like it's got fleas, An acheing rumbles in your head, And all you want to do, is stay in bed, With tissues scatt
MATURITY.
in hindsight
Move With Grace
Even though of age you are you move with elegance and grace. You put a smile on everyone's FACE. Your music flows in and through people making them want to move and grove to the beat. Now it is your turn to dance to your music set
Blind
A long time ago, I wrote this and it is so applicable even today.
survived
it is about my fight for life when i was young agains child hood cancer called (all)acute lyphloblastic lukimia and i love it because it give hope
I Gasp
This is in memory of my resident
Covid Shot
I am screwed for this weekend, but this will allow me some more freedom in the long run.
crazy times
a little bit of introspection reflection
Liar, liar pants on fire
He is his usual talkative self today. I can hear him from blocks away. He is first, he is the loudest In the midst of where the crowd is. Like any cult leader To many true believers He is God in the flesh No a demagogue at best. In front mi
the woes of depression
introspection on depression and something i'd realized in light of it.
Another Me
Another poem writen in Romanian, and translated to english, Hope that you will like it, it represents the struggle with myself i think :)
NOTHING PERSONAL (from one who knows...)
Face it Death’s a bit of a disappointment I hope nothing will be spoiled here but it is definitely not what it’s been cut out to be Its colossal build-up over the centuries is absolutely unjustified and its terrifying caricatures often
Its still alive
To say hello
LIVING IT UP
If I am the ‘me’ that decides what I see and thus am an ‘I’ not a ‘we’ why do I hear so many ‘I’s proclaiming themselves to be ‘we’? i.e., “we are all equal we must be free we should be saving the world…” I don’t recall my consent to
My grandmother's advice to the women of the village
So let me love you
A Tapestry of Growth
improvement can't like you
Monthly Hell
A poem about period/menstruation from a person with hypothyroidism. I wrote it because I believe talking about menstruation should not be a taboo. I'm totally fine, just want to try to create a poem.