i was rotting from the inside
felt it younger
this sentiment of not fitting in
hidden it
putting on a mask
covering it
a spoiled apple in the basket
imitating it's pears
i can no longer blend in
now
i'm rotten from the core and beyond
all see it
the rotten apple
will not last long
Just in case you forgot to buy milk,
I bought you some more.
Just in case you forgot your key,
I left one in a secret place like before.
Just in case you forgot to walk the dog and bring in the cat,
Don't worry darling, I've taken care of that.
Just in case you forgot to take the washing out of the machine,
It's done, I know how rushed you've been.
Just in case you forgot to eat lunch,
Don't worry sweetheart, I fixed an appetising bunch.
Just in case you've forgotten to call,
That's alright, hope you're having a ball.
Just in case I'm not there at the end of the line,
I pray you still have a good time.
Just in case I forgot to turn out the light,
It's not goodbye, only good night.
Just in case I leave without saying goodbye,
Don't shed a tear my darling, I didn't die.
Just in case you're reading this after I've gone,
Your life's still ahead of you, don't stop, move on.
Joanna Davis
11/07/2026
Stumpy the squirrel awoke one day,
and stretched in his usual squirrelly way~
then froze with sudden dread.
My tail is gone! It’s disappeared!
That fluffy plume I’ve always cheered~
it’s vanished from my bed!
He searched the oak, he searched the pine,
he checked the clothesline (twice) for signs,
he even sniffed the air.
He asked a jay, Have you seen fluff~
a swishy, swooshy, poofy puff
that used to be right there?
The jay squawked back, I saw a breeze
run off with something soft as fleece~
it headed toward the creek!
Stumpy dashed so fast his paws were sparks,
he scoured every woodland park
till chipmunks came to speak:
Your tail’s right here, you silly nut~
it’s on your backside, firmly stuck!
Stumpy blushed a rosy hue.
He spun around—Well, mercy me!
My tail’s been right where tails should be
looks like my brain took leave of me—adieu!
Iran was weak and divided.? It was also
quite co-ordinated enough to field a nuclear
Device..? Well rather quickly ' Although all its
Capable bases; had been destroyed by U S
Air strikes just a few months earlier.' Quite an impressive intelligence assesment in all
The (different senarios explained? ) i hope I have been clear and coherent in my summary.? I'd hate to mis-inform anyone.'
The softest light bathes me in a gentle hum
yet my struggle should unfold as I try
to make that light fantastic.
I seek purpose - but find none.
Fingers dance above the keys: A, S, D, F.
In my brain is a labyrinth of doubt. It echoes, and yet
is that a silent spark?
Have I at last found purpose -
or do I wish to scream?
So scream at the screen,
to try to drown out the hum
of pieces of a puzzle from
this computer. It looks at me
and it and I exchange our stares.
(8 Mar 2026)
Indeed, lovers must not rush into
long-term relationships.
Such decisions are to society’s detriment.
As for the assertion
that no test exists
to measure compatibility,
I must protest.
I propose the use of personality tests and
astrology charts to show like-mindedness.
Choose head over heart for long-term love relationships.
Counsel for the heart calls its first witness
memory, sworn in
under oath of breath and tremor.
Objection: relevance.
The jury of nerves
cannot disregard prior attachments
entered as Exhibit A.
Sustained—yet the pulse persists.
On cross, love refuses definition;
verdict: truth is bias confessed.
Counsel for the heart calls its first witness
memory, sworn in
under oath of breath and tremor.
Objection: relevance.
The jury of nerves
cannot disregard prior attachments
entered as Exhibit A.
Sustained—yet the pulse persists.
On cross, love refuses definition;
verdict: truth is bias confessed.
if I speak more than one language without flaws
having not been taught any
would only produce much noise
if I didn't love others with a love that's true
if I could speak and move mountains and they moved for me
without love
any of this would not mean
anything
how often do I do anything in love
The heart placed under oath —
silences lay down their invisible evidence.
Each gesture betrays an unsigned contract,
each absence weighs like a mute verdict.
Love or illusion?
Words slip, fade away,
memories testify without voice,
promises waver at the mercy of doubt.
Verdict: to love demands truth —
freedom remains the only impartial judge.
The heart questioned — prolonged silence
gestures lay down imaginary evidence
the voice breaks before the word “fidelity”
and every gaze becomes a piece of proof.
I question the obvious: love or habit?
the clauses of desire tangle, fold back
in the shadow of promises, I lay down my doubts
witnesses from the past whisper half-words.
Verdict: to love is not a contract,
but a freedom judged by the lucidity of the heart.
can it be, equanimity the antidote
a life unexamined, is a life not worth living
self-absorption hears the drum of one
it an ego-driven malfunction
wrong reality rapt in silent adagio
the sponge soaks the water and cannot desiccate
your desires alone illusory, arrogance
leading to aversion, not to confuse with self-love
Oyez soliloquy! (gavel strikes) so hence
primal love you claim to defend—a chimera
Voir Dire on Love
I Am Anaya
2/21/26
consider how you harness hate when you proclaim love
passion can be congruent with damnation
blinding even the dearest souls to destructive acts
allowing the indefensible to be expressed
'in the name of love' does not offer absolution
I speak via the vantage point of the exhausted
resolve all the ill will residing beneath your skin
your song makes claims that love hurts
yet your actions irrefutably proving
it is indeed you that hurt
soft zephyr of love ripples in the garden
dreams bloom in flowers
squall follows fluffing petals
to waft in dilemma drift
love a binary concept
with propensity to silent pain ingrained
cuddle carries unseen spike
lacerates lesion lattice
love hurts deep because it is a double-edged arrow
Hammer down the scent of eau de cologne, mist or splash;
and her laugh.
It is infectious?
Is it poison or supple?
I can smell love as the velichor shuffles!
Glasses lean far down his nose;
eyes clink glass.
She airs a heart shape.
Like knocking knees, the shelves; lesser books need smelling salts.
Seems he’s stiff, but in admiration, he kneels.
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