When Dad was a child, he stole a pack of cigarettes.
It turned out to be something that he would regret.
His mom spanked him and made him return the cigarettes to the store.
Dad's ass stung and he decided not to steal anything anymore.
Today is the thirteenth anniversary of his death.
After battling Leukemia, he drew his final breath.
Dad died on the thirteenth year of the century and the thirteenth of July.
He's been dead for thirteen years and it was sad to know he would die.
I'm usually not superstitious but I do hate the number thirteen.
Rather than face that number, I would rather face a guillotine.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died 13 years ago tonight on July 13, 2013]
“I’m glad you found the courage to come back”
The courage?
As she sat there
With eyes filled
With muted green peso signs
Because my sorrow fuels her life
But girl
The courage?
I’ve been waiting for a train
That just won’t come
And I still kept moving
Even if I was walking with no one
Is that not courage?
Drowning in my sorrow
Y’all know I can’t swim
But to think
There’s a criteria for courage
That I don’t fit
Damn I can’t win
I smiled when I wanted to cry
Served when I wanted to be alone
Gave when I didn’t have any
Yet that amounts to nothing
And here I am
On my last straw
And she thinks I gathered up some kind of courage
No Ma'am
You’re giving me my
13th reason why
Because I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to need this
And I don’t want this feeling
But I just sat there and smiled
“Yes it feels good to be back”
Happy Friday the 13th.
It's a good luck day so I hope you enjoy it!
Blessings and enjoy the weekend, Michelle
Friday the 13th
By Michelle Morris
13/02/2026
On this day
May you feel the power
Friday the 13th
It's filled with flowers
Flowers of Hope
Flowers of Light
Flowers of Joy
Flowers of Delight
Flowers of Love
Flowers of Time
Flowers of Passion
Flowers of Divine
Flowers of Happiness
Flowers of Grace
Flowers of Blessings
Flowers of Space
Flowers of Luck
Flowers of Good
Flowers of Sunshine
Flowers of Mood
Whatever you experience
May those flowers light up your Life
Feel their forever presence
Friday the 13th sublime
© Michelle Morris, 2026
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My 13th Leaf
Detached thee with pain
Mind nearly insane
Staircase ornament
Balanced arrangement
Not know name for long!
CapSU property
Students behind me
Few meters away
Alone on the way
I wearing all-black
Ninth of December
Sky's not bright up there
About three-thirty
Afternoon empty
No class for awhile
On guest house staircase
Going up right base
Towards the admin
Sir Ladoc goin'
To seek good counsel
This day's treacherous
Clearly dangerous
Ma'am Juls read Gospel
To my ears a bell
Lost sheep – that is me!
-12/10/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
This is the 13th Mother's Day that has come around since your life came to an end.
When you passed away, I didn't just lose a mother, I also lost my best friend.
We used to spend Mother's Days together but we can't anymore.
You went to Heaven twelve years ago when you were sixty-four.
You became a mother in 1967 when you brought my brother into the world.
I was born almost four years later and you incorrectly believed I'd be a girl.
An aneurysm ended your life and we buried you in the ground.
I can not enjoy Mother's Day because you're no longer around.
I'll join you in Heaven but I don't know when.
But it will be great when we're together again.
[Dedicated to Agnes johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
The moment you didn't pick my call
I knew you had f*cked someone else
but it is ok you are my ex
it IS ok I f*cked someone else too
but this has nothing to do with love
It has nothing to do with hearts
I loved you once
I loved you twice
I loved you for ever
you really were the love of my life
But now I have sex in your name
I have sex to forget you
I was elevated to your name
I really loved you, if I can repeat myself
I know you were run through
Even my friends got through you
I know their girlfriends
and none felt like you
Yeah, it is true
it is a man-f*ck girl world
A dandelion seed ball -
how fragile it is floating
the still air. I reach out
but it somersaults
in the disturbance
of my moving hand.
I want to hold it
but it keeps floating away.
It moves on the slightest
puff of my breath.
I've caught it !
cupped in my closed hands -
but it's no longer whole
only a collection
of parts, fragments
of what was,
a memory now.
Hell…it's the 13th today !.
My fathers birthday.
He's been dead
twenty seven years.
I should have told him
that I loved him
far more than I did.
Friday the 13th always takes over.
I can’t be saved with a four leaf clover.
Everything is ominous.
My cereal is filled with angry ants.
If I turn on the stove, will I start a fire?
Then run and trip over an electrified wire?
I tidy up and call the electrician.
I sit on the couch to avoid premonitions.
Friday the 13th is a lonely day.
I’m scared to be here but also scared to drive away.
As I could get in a crash.
I throw my old toaster in the trash.
My friends text and ask what’s wrong.
Wasn’t I supposed to ride along?
I check my phone and realize,
That this day I’ve been viewing with fearful eyes-
Is Thursday the 12th!
So no need to worry about my health.
Tomorrow, I can hole up again.
But for now, I’ll have fun with my friends.
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
It’s Friday the 13th under attack.
There is self-control in not blowing your stack.
No need to fear, in fact, thank God.
Steer away from the charms, not the blessings.
There’ll be no purpose for medical dressings.
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
There might be reasons, under a ladder, not to walk.
You could cause a fall. No save for three-times-knock.
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
Why is faith so hard for humanity?
Why instead try, so hard, for insanity?
No need to fear, in fact thank God.
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It’s Friday and my old black cat
Across my path he goes
He does not care for human dates
His nonchalance, it shows
He blesses me by crossing me
At least that’s what he thinks
But since it is the thirteenth too
I’ve just been double jinxed.
His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
in buffalo horn and porcupine quills -
ghost of the warrior chief in the grave
whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills.
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire -
a child of the Great Spirit in the sky,
like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark, the sacred tree,
a totem from the depth and breadth of me.
Written: March 2013
Lonely hearts with best touch
Keeping mind's company against crush
When the air rents itself to love
It was simple and illogical thereof
To get a thoughtful loneliness
But all make sense in its coziness
Thinking of the the beautiful words
Turned out fake promises of birds
For their mothers to keep coming around
Those that never stand their ground
Naughty chats without yelling
Sought out craziness time is not telling
Before the time comes to be right
Where sunrise would outshine moon so bright
But it never comes to being
Till past secrets set both freeing
Hiring memories to accompany
Each and h/her own agony
And as pleading dawdle
Last kiss burns a tough candle
No one could imaginably let go
Rather wish it burns down their ego
It seems too late
For wide open is the gate
Definitely, the last kiss is not for love at all
It is the heart's medicine that can't get affections installed
Biden smells blood and wants First Kill*
Putin just laughs and hopes he will
Kim Jong-Un claps his hands
Xi Jinping understands
Warmongers can't wait for the thrill!
* The USA is the world's largest manufacturer
of arms and military gear and must
constantly provoke conflict to increase
sales, which have been hindered by the
media showcasing Chinese, North Korean,
and Russian arms and military equipment!
Make a bold wish
Friday the thirteenth
Do you believe in fate?
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