It’s the little things you notice
That make other little things in life shine.
Like an overflowing outhouse somewhere else
Makes the flush toilet at home seem great
And how this little thing
Makes you appreciate the greatness of a life
You may have disparaged out of familiarity.
The bottom line is it can always be worse,
But as our day to day life just gets better,
Softer and more luxurious
It’s easy to see our life as terrible
When others see it as blessed.
So which is it? Whose subjective view?
Beauty, comfort and appreciation,
Is always in the eye of the beholder.
Go with the flow they say,
Appreciate what you’ve got,
Because it can always get worse…
(8/16/26)
My enemy is...myself. Why? because at 8 i look in the mirror and smile, fascinated at my own face but now i look and see myself with hate.
I see my mind as the threat, the voice in my head was lurking, and it WASN'T kind.
I see my scars as a prison, people say to draw stars but all i see are metal bars burned in my arms.
I see my identity as an ugly mask, having to hide as if it was a normal task.
I see my future like a curse, knowing it will get worse. all i want is to reverse.
i see people as a fear, feeling like i'm being threatened with a spear every time they are near.
But i see the child i used to be, standing right in front of me, asking me "can you hear me?", but i block it out, as i begin to walk.
SEEING AND ASKING:
A TANKA-SENRYU FREEFLOW
Pandemonium,
Has become common today.
What a confused life:
Warrior mindsets halting
Thoughts of peaceful sojourning:-
Negativity
Has blackened enlightenment:
Blocking out guidance:-
Time to set our minds on fire
With biblical memoirs:-
Let us remember
Both Sodom and Gomorrah:
Saving our nation:-
Today, things are really bad;
We must not let them get worse:-
Always remember,
God will help out all those who
Seek out His help:-
Let’s get to asking,
Knocking reparation’s door:
Deliverance opening:-
dwelling in the state of consciousness is a gift and a curse
oblivion is no longer near me
fear that it could only get worse
wanting to escape every possible way
this reality this dimension trapped me
tarnishing my soul all I feel is rage
when love is the only answer
I can't see only feel
fighting old versions of myself
I can't move I cant deal
deep inside I cry and want to take flight
but deep down I know I can't keep running from my potential and light
over analyzing every action and move
you must be crazy if you think I don't know who sent you...
trials and tribulations stuck in this infinite loop
breaking myself down just to rebuild myself over again
to break out of this cycle and dimension is the win my soul craves within
I want this message from the past
When things like you're hearing now are illegal
When it's totally clear what you face
I want you to know if you don't resist
It will get worse
It's not going to get better
You will realize that you're the leaders
You will realize that it's up to you to act
This is my message to the future.
You don't have a choice
The attacks they launched against you
Herding you into the cities
Every few years a more horrific event
You have got to spread the word
Everyone will see the truth
You're in lock down prison cities
I'm speaking to the secret police of the future
Your families are dying from the bio weapons
You're dying from the engineered cancers
That information is restricted to you now
In our time we were able to access that information
Before it had been erased
"I know many of you in the future will be emotionless
Because of the vaccines
They attacked the areas of your brain
Associated with endorphin absorption"
Many of you have been lobotomized
I'm sorry that we didn't fight hard enough
I'm sorry that we didn't do everything we could
I want you to know we tried...
As poets go you can't get worse. I can
Kill two sonnets; in a single verse.'
Inside the secret treasure box
venin sits atop an old curse.
Potent to keep the tidings terse,
a result not meant to flummox.
Thin powder on glistening rocks,
the plot twist in an ancient verse.
Inside the secret treasure box
venin sits atop an old curse.
Cold shivers linger on the docks,
as if this virus could get worse.
Do not let bad juju disperse.
With a key that energy locks
inside the secret treasure box.
When love lasts for years,
Through so many tears,
Their absence repeatedly stuns.
You think after the first,
It couldnt get worse,
Then the pace slowly turns to a run.
You search and you search,
You climb every perch,
But the weight of whats missed is a ton.
When you reach out for help,
To find only kelp,
Youll swear this is it, you are done.
When what you most seek,
Is darkened and bleak,
You wonder... where could be the sun?
But what scares you most?
You'd still run to that coast,
Like a bullet straight out of a gun.
The pull is too much,
You cant hold the clutch,
The force would leave anyone spun.
How do you cope,
With your dwindling hope,
While you watch all the threads come undone?
When all you desire,
Still roars like a fire,
You recall all the laughs & the fun.
But here's the worst part,
Its a fight with your heart,
The true war has only begun!
But since all that light,
Made all that dark bright,
You now see the parts that you shun.
And now you must hear,
Your shadow speak clear,
Though this is no fight to be won.
At the end you'll find peace,
A calm that wont cease...
Where you and your shade can be One.
THINGS SEEM TO GET WORSE
WAR IS GOING IN REVERSE
TRUMP IS GETTING TERSE
If I could go back I'd hug you i'd let you know everything is going to be okay.
If I could go back I'd let you know what not to do like the drugs that made your life seem happy at first but then your episodes got really bad you think your bad now you only get worse after you get into the drugs.
You want all the pain and suffering to go away I now you do but I promise you your going to make it through the hard times I know its not easy but I promise you things will get better you just have to keep fighting for what you want and who you wanna be.
Dear teenager self I know you hate your life I know you wish you could die I know you want to shrivel up and never have to return to another day of misery but you just have to keep fighting.
I'm sure not everything will go how you wish it will actually I know it doesn't but that's okay because you make it out you'll make it if you keep fighting just don't give up okay.
I'm proud of the person you're becoming I know you have a lot of regrets but that's just part of life and you learn from your mistakes.
'You'll grow', I long to say
'And no one cares how much you weigh'
But I cant tell you how I feel -
I know, I grew to be a buzz kill.
You're already carrying too much;
Mine would hurt to the touch,
Stay sweet and she wont get worse,
Believe me - it's not a curse.
You'll learn soon that life's not fair,
No matter how much you care
And it could all be taken in an instant -
Even if you feel indifferent.
I'll warn you for the future,
I'm sorry - I wasn't kind to you as a teenager
But I'm trying more now
Even if me and dad still row.
See, there, I made you smile -
I know you haven't seen that in a while.
I make sure now, that smile obeys
I wish for you that this wasnt a phase.
But the sadness sticks around,
Lingering in the background -
Don't be upset, please, its not your fault.
Even when it burns like salt.
Nothing Hurts the Way It Used To
I've reached a point in life where nothing hurts me
The way it used to.
Things happen, you get hurt,
People leave, hearts break—
But life goes on.
I built a wall around myself using only self-love,
And that's why, when things go wrong, I'm no longer affected.
I love myself enough now to know my worth,
And that means no longer crying over someone who didn't love me
Enough to stay, or fight for me when they should have.
I used to be the kind of person affected by the smallest things,
Even though I'd been through so much in such a short time.
And now, I can't even shed a single tear.
Not because I've become numb,
But because I know no one deserves my tears.
I used to think nothing ever gets better,
And that things can only get worse,
And that some of us are just destined for pain.
But I was wrong.
Things do get better, and that's all I hold close now.
The smallest glimmer of hope and possibility—
The fact that there's always light at the end of the tunnel,
And no matter what anyone says, things get better with time.
Trust me, they do.
Why do some believe it’ll get better
while others are sure it’ll get worse
Why do some take wild chances
while others sit out the big dances
Why do some sock it away
while others live for today
Why do some sit and think
while others resort to drink
The answer, my friend, will depend
on what you discover in the end
innoxious odor
faintly fishy
I think of salmon I say
it could be arsenic
this was thrown out by dour Debby Downer
we always get worse scenarios from her
it reminds me of catfish
my upbeat-mother-in-law says,
trying to salvage the family meal.
it is not our fault her other son married Debby Downer
was it really that big of a deal
if we were both just kids
our minds snapped shut like lids
brainwashed by whats bad and good
too scared to come out with the truth
nothing ever came smooth
these thoughts
these anxieties
they only get worse
i needed someone to soothe me
im just a little girl
please stop touching me like that
i dont like it
im tired of playing this game
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