Scribbled Thoughts

Trading yesterday

for a future hurt,

overriding a coming pain

for now,

when I’m strong enough

to tackle it.

The reverse is too cruel,

awaiting nothing but

tomorrows of sorrow

would make life

only a burden.

Pick up a habit,

a good one

like flicking off

standby switches

and washing a plate

straight after use.

Pick, switch, place,

build the muscle memories

of good intentions

and new beginnings,

healthy decisions

and lasting changes.

Become your

happy ending.

Held items

that you thought

you possessed

deny renewal,

refuse to extend

their time with you,

already they

look for another,

ready for a

new adventure.

Create a world

within a dying body,

its final struggles

writing a story

of many.

Watch them thrive

on withered land,

burning bright

as the greatest star

winks out.

Take your camera

for a walk,

its strap lead

straining from its eagerness

to explore the world,

snap its likeness

and record all life

in a forever loop

it cannot escape.

That way it will

finally belong

to a moment.

The last gasp of summer

is swept away with icy rain,

small droplets stinging skin,

growing bolder as the

dark lasts longer.

Hidden breath is revealed

in crisp clouds,

our new evidence of life,

now the fluttering of flowers

and their occupants

are departing.

Shadows linger after dawn,

dark mode activated

for the world.

Welcome to the approaching

winter.

An empty plot

waiting for the end

in order to gain

a purpose.

The grass grows,

waiting for the day

it will be uprooted

and tossed aside

to hide the gone

beneath.

Like a house

someone bought it,

chose it,

for a day they

would occupy it.

In the meantime

it waits,

it’s still waiting.

I can give it a happy home,

that coffee cake on the side,

waiting for someone

to want it,

linger over its taste,

savour in its delights,

moan at its sensations.

It won’t be a long reunion

but it will be remembered.

Repetitive oral torture

rings in your ears

and dampens all joy,

haunts your movements

and influences your decisions.

Maybe piercing your eardrums

and living in silence

would make you happier.