I’m thinking of a person
Who is strong and resilient.
Big in personality but size is small.
When mad, they turn a green pigment.
All is lost when anger worsens.
Tantrums raging, escalating.
Tired now, limbs in a sprawl.
I’m talking about toddler phasing,
A daily battle of exertion.
Faces are getting longer,
despite the rosy, wind-scrubbed cheeks
a dripping daylight has lost its flavor.
Tepid Malls un-freeze the warm-blooded,
except for the usual geese in the parking lot
who’ve lost all willpower to migrate.
Murky puddles block-up public restrooms,
clog rumors of any first flush
of coming Spring.
We are patient but twitchy,
fat fog-addled puffer jackets
steam on hallway hooks.
These testing times
demand more attention,
which makes for knitted brows
and longer faces
as heretofore to
mentioned.
an old lady from Gland with idle hands
tied her old computer with rubber bands
when it finally broke-down
she went into a meltdown
bought a new one, but couldn't catch the commands
6/4/2018
Melt down, Don't loose control.
Breathe.
Hold, a teddy bear! Care Bear!!
Don't cut your hair!
Don't know when to become stable, again.
Just, stop .. And realize I'm not the only one.
Don't know when ill be able to sleep again.
With nightmares, I'll have another rough night.
Raising thoughts, "go away!"
As I rome through the night!
Out of control leave me alone!!
God, keep your angels around me.
I've been sick all along.
Several years, have gone and passed.
And I'm still suffering.
Keep, a journal.. Stay on your meds.
And keep going to therapy, please.
Sleep deprived..... Mood changes.. Up and down..
Call the Docter if you feel this way.
Please , you are not alone!
Now that fat has been vindicated as a good guy,
and sugar is the devil,
the theory of sugar scratching your blood vessels,
before turning into fat,
may be giving you a stroke,
potatoes, white bread and rice,
are good to a certain point,
the delicious and protein satisfying point,
your carb tolerance level,
depends on how much protein you eat,
protein cures, helps to burn carbs,
not the other way around,
here is some easy three food for the flood zone survivors,
cut an onion bun into two equal halves,
place a slice of shaved ham on each half,
as well as two slices of a mild dry salami,
then melt some cheese on broil in a toaster oven,
until it spills down the sides of the bun halves,
if you have a salad with that, use two half dressings,
one creamy, one vinegary,
and a coffee with three cream and one sugar for desert.
I melt down
And I break down
When I lose the one I love.
I gave that person the best of me,
The rest of me,
And in the end
My heart was strangled,
My heart was tangled,
In a web with no life
And in a web that took my breath away.
I sit there and I die slowly
I sit there and I die lonely.
I melt down
And I break down
Because my lover
Pushed me into the fire
And they never extinguished the flames.
They watched me burn
They watched me perish
and left my burning heart as my remains.
The last piece of me that was living,
The only piece of me that could beat,
The only part of me that could love,
My sacred heart is not an item
But a treasure that won't ever amount
To gold or sparkling diamonds
Just because my love is priceless.
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe.
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.
Heated anger joins the howl on winds misled,
a wild child of tantrum's misdirected decree,
his glacial heart disperses rocky scree.
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head.
Mother melts beneath his glare, few tears shed
for him to see, her child she's failed by degree.
Oh, all the signs of madness she'd misread,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe.
His wrath unleashed, now gone his kinder creed
though she still sees his arms widespread,
perhaps, a mother's love can intercede?
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread.
Unless his anger's dampened it may spread
destroying the bonds of sweet felicity,
if she can not hold on to love's thread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.
Son can't you see the sun high overhead
upon his cheek a tears falls silently,
with her arms outstretched his mother plead
and on her shoulder he rested sullenly,
as ashen storm clouds brew.
it was so hot
felt like a boiling pot
you could feel
as it peel
you too it was around
it was a
MELT DOWN
Unlit votive candle melts smoldering heart.
The snow mountain past the plain,
Brings memories of a lasting fight.
Glaciers shine, like glass in a silver frame.
Shadows cast ,by the fading light.
Snows move, on this mountain slope,
As shadows dissapear and pass.
Distant plain light, may offer hope.
While ice descends like frosted glass.