Hello Beast
I've come with tools in hand...
What is it today?!
Perhaps a day of simple grace?
Or do I crawl inside your soul?
I know your job of hell unleashed.
Blasted cast, making dust—
But it's time for you to sit.
Lock out, tag out confirms your fit.
I can't trust you to work a day—to do your job without decay!
You have destroyed my trust.
My mind screams to be released!
Damnation of the mechanic's role...
I cuss, you groan, and spit upon my face.
Today you'll understand!
Today, the beast of metal and trite,
Found the truth in mechanic's might.
eggs break into chicks
broken gems mould new jewels ---
glues laugh at cracked hearts
The button has not worked for three months.
Someone filed the plan.
Someone approved the form.
Someone put up the sign and called it done.
Not done.
We know the ramp.
We know the sky above it
the same sky you called beautiful the day you cut the ribbon,
the day the photographs were taken.
We built our day around the sign's promise.
We got here.
The door did not open.
There is a number to call
we have called it.
A form to fill
we have filled it.
A ticket number rusting in a queue behind things more urgent than a door that will not open.
More urgent than this?
A promise is not a plan.
Not a ribbon,
not a form,
not a ticket number rusting in a queue.
A promise is a door that opens.
Fix it.
Not once, for the photograph.
On the Tuesday no one watches,
with the toolkit,
with the person who comes back,
because someone will be here tomorrow who needs this to work.
Beauty is not the opening day.
It is the maintenance.
The fixing.
Again.
And again.
For as long as people need to cross.
Every week hearts come in.
Desperate. I can't refuse their mending jobs.
I'll do what I can.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
They tell me you’re the fixing man,
so can you fix me too?
Can you check my engine light?
I think I’ve blown a fuse.
Can you turn your ear this way
just a second more?
Can you tell me I’m not tainted,
like how I was before?
Please weld my body, make me new;
I need new tires too.
They’re all worn out and rugged now—
I hope that’s not taboo.
Maybe it’s my head gasket—
don’t ask what that’s been through.
I’ll need a filter—sorry, it’s gone bad;
I say what it wants me to.
My doors are all jammed up,
but know they used to work just fine.
I once tried to get them fixed,
but wouldn’t trade my time.
My windshield has been broken;
I can’t remember how.
I just want to get it fixed,
so could you try it now?
I’m just asking for some tuning up;
I swear I’ll leave soon after.
Please make me better, fixing man—
will you be my crafter?
The plumber is fixing a leak;
The pipe’s needing more than a tweak.
So for things to improve
He will have to remove
Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak.
Our house, built in ‘80, is old
And it’s paneled, which is, truth be told,
Now considered passé
But was cool in its day,
Though with changing it, I’ve not been sold.
So I’m listening from the next room
As he hammers and drills; I presume
That he knows what to do
For we haven’t a clue
If more leaks, in the future, will loom.
But voila! He just finished and yes,
I’m relieved of a lot of my stress,
For he came well-equipped
To replace what had dripped
And he didn’t leave much of a mess.
On the wall, all the panels survived
And the handyman, once he’s arrived,
Will nail down what is loose
And, as you can deduce,
Of my kitchen, I won’t be deprived.
My mind is locked, I feel so low
Drowning deep, don't know where to go
I search for keys to unlock my brain
But thoughts are stuck, driving me insane
I wish I could break free from pain
But darkness grips, refuses to wane
Suicide's not the answer, I know
My mind's a mess, feeling lost and slow
I see the key, but can't unlock
My thoughts are trapped, can't rock
I've been hurt, words cut deep
Feeling worthless, can't sleep
When my mind's locked, thoughts are unclear
Can't think straight, trapped in fear
Don't ask me why, just understand
Unlocking my mind is the master plan
My mind's been locked by pain and stress
PTSD and trauma, a heavy mess
But I won't let it define my fate
I'll unlock my mind, create a new state
Unlock my mind, make everything right.
Me saying no to suicidal
I see much exitement and agitation.?? Great drive and
Intelligence?? Hmm?? Just an interpretation.' one of his Achivements.' Yes?? With the dynamo.? Oh.! Dynamic cars
But the best things are to come., Yet he's going on to
Fix up; the planet Mars.!
Hollow inside,
Outside hard stone
Some one entered this cave
Sparkled some glitter
Cleaned old sins
Started new story
Framed art
On the wall
I see a mistake
Take it down and redo it
Glad I am a painter
Feel sorry for non-painters today
Fixing art is no biggie for me.
Wouldn’t she look better in a red dress?
I take the next piece of art down
And run with it to my studio
There was one ceiling fan chain
It was short hanging down
The short one controlled the light
So I pondered an idea
I bought a small dream catcher
Attached it to the short chain
Reaching for the pull chain
That was hard to reach
You never made me wrong.
Nor ever thought of yourself as creative,hot stuff!
I do understand, why you are my only
kind of man.
You never had ALL the answers.
Just were one hundred percent you.
And that is why, one day in January,
I most willingly married you!
3-24-2022
I know I have trust issues.
No, I don't need any tissues.
You can't help me with my mental issues.
This is my mess I can't let it continue.
Find it in yourself to back off, allow me room to breathe.
Let me work on the parts still out of reach.
Please just ignore me, I don't want to be a leach.
Relying on you is more than I can bear.
I know that this isn't quite fair.
I know it's like I'm pushing you away without care.
This is my battle once I conquer it I will share.
She seems a bit uneasy, she would rather be alone.
Not because she's shy,
But because the right attention hasn't been shown.
She's hungry for good company, but fears what they'll think.
She is broken, but broken is worth fixing.
She's aware the life she's living, isn't living much at all.
No one has ever been there, to catch her when she falls.
She wonders around lost, her map leads to her broken heart.
Broken just needs a little mending, but broken is still worth fixing.
Placing back the pieces, some has fallen thru the cracks.
Those pieces are long gone
Better leave them in her past.
When you think you've succeeded.
You've made her whole again.
Her love will constantly remind you.
That she was definitely worth fixing.
Two lines in his head as straight as a die,
Lead hard through the cold and the dark,
Between the cliff walls of grime covered stone,
Through tunnels carved straight out of rock,
To the light at the end with love layered warmth,
To the field of green, red and pink,
Flowers escaping the grip of his demon,
Where he allowed his split mind to rethink,
About how he released his abandoned story,
Left memories all quiet and still,
Grew new healthy thoughts into streets of flavour,
Over tracks, over gates, over hills,
His once full and busy mental train wreck,
Sits rusting at the start of the summer,
Alone amongst millions of beautiful flowers,
With their vividly transparent colour.
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