The things I tell myself

October 1, 2024October 1, 2024 ~ ~M

I don’t write much anymore
not sure I ever really had it in me.

Oh, I dabbled here n there
when the muse seemed fit to visit.

But those words were willy-nilly,
halfhearted and unexpected;
useless to those with any reason,
disappointing to my trusted few.

It’s illogical to think any of it matters
when the meandering mind mulls.

Why should anyone be interested,
least of all me, the writer of it all.

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Lovesickness

September 14, 2022 ~ ~M ~ 12 Comments

Lovesickness;
don’t catch it;
you’ll never be the same.

Seriously,
don’t contract it;
you‘ll only have yourself
to blame.

To prevent it,
you’ve got to avoid it
by looking the other way.

And don’t dare spread it
if you come down with it,
or the whole world
will be full of dismay.

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On love…

February 11, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

Love can make a person crazy.
One moment we can be flying
high as a kite in bliss-filled folly,
and the next, be stuck knee-deep
in the fast forming muck of dolor.
Mostly makes me wonder,
is there ever an end?
Even though I already suspect
I know the answer,
I’ve still never figured out how
to live with the tragedies of love.
I just continue to remain tangled up
in all the delights and despairs,
entertaining the knock of love
whenever it happens to find me.
Seems like I would’ve learned
my lesson by now,
but I guess that just shows
the true value of love.
It’s worth more than any cost
we could ever bear.
So we open our arms to it,
time and time again,
hoping that someday
happiness will come along
instead of dismay.