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L is for Love - ( A Wordrobe originally written for TTT)

I’m misunderstood most times Thought of by some as mush A feeling over which most gush By some as a fleeting grope in the dark By some as that hickey or mark By some as what you sigh over another for By some as the bond between two, which never breaks By some as the connection between two hearts that ache Like that between Romeo and Juliet But even that is now criticized  As an emotion between two juveniles There is nothing so sacred anymore Am I all in your mind then? 

Attitude Adjustment

What use is it to ruminate Think deep, sad thoughts in vain Cynicism, pessimism, They are but ugly cousins Of Depression That lead to shades of gray When what you need Are the colours of the rainbow Covering your sky overhead And bringing sweet rain.

Words I wish I'd said...

Don't patronize me!  Is what I wish I'd said  To my former 'friends' So full of themselves They were blind to their faults And so not used to having Them pointed out to them. They obviously thought Too much of themselves And too little of others!

Mean Girls

Bitchy banter Careless words strewn around Alliances made through PM and  Destroyed when the truth comes to light in group chat A narcissistic queen bee expects nothing but complicity and adulation and followers She calls them 'friends' But anyone with a spine and self-respect Cannot succumb to such devilish games You, reader, are blessed You were spared last night's Version of 'Mean girls'

Wars

In the history of mankind wars have always been fought They continue to go on till date till victory is sought It's when one group of people attack another The reasons are often hate and intolerance together What happens when your own cells start attacking you Ah! Such is the sad case of auto immune diseases Your own body decides to attack you For you have so much pent up hate And negativity That the body turns on itself Instead of on sick cells You start a war on yourself!

Be Nothing

Everything comes with an expiry date Like tinned peaches That friendship that is on its last legs That lover who is always at the door wondering which side of it he belongs Those tired attempts at small talk Or those vile toxic relationships you have With those supposedly close to you Those are the worst of all For you let yourself believe they know the inner you Only for you to feel violated Better to cut them loose For if they can't be faithful They can be nothing

Cat got your tongue?

What happened? Cat got your tongue? Your usual verbal diarhhaea Is replaced by a taciturn silence Every effort of mine to be civil and polite Is met with a rude if not insulting monosyllable Do understand that it is only so many times That I will try to keep the conversation going Before I totally give up on this dried up riverbed Of a relationship and call it a day.