How do you sleep and so easily settle your mind?
Isn't there a traffic of noise that's loudly whirring inside?
How do you remember all those important tasks?
I wonder how it feels to complete what's asked.
How do you calmly listen and not talk too fast?
How does it feel to have friendships that last?
How can you plan and think of tomorrow?
Will it not overwhelm that time now, or will soon be your past?
How does a person show such vast integrity
To be your true self without wearing a mask.
How do you clean but keep it that way?
If a person should visit on your messiest day?
Do you not worry about what they think or might say?
The workings of an exhausted ADD brain.
Categories:
messiest, absence, anxiety, childhood, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Those who campaign for peace
Glimpse its World of Bliss
But painfully this miss,
As men sometimes at Peace hiss.
Those who, sue for Peace
Think war “The Messiest Piss”
A friend with a preaching pamphlet
He would read from his toilet…
But should one see only Peace?
Doesn’t such render it a cheap piece?
I’m reminded of a fond niece
‘A Far That’ taking for ‘Near This’…
It’s A-Fighting–To–Stay War
And Death we can’t starve its jaw,
Peace to keep pleading “Please”
And an answer receive with not ease.
Categories:
messiest, peace, people, perspective, war,
Form: Rhyme
The croissant
The croissant sits there, urging you to eat,
But never a challenge would you ever wish to meet.
It is a perfect shape, that will be sadly be demolished,
As you make the first incision, it’s construction is abolished.
It is the messiest food, you will ever choose to eat,
Keeping things tidy, is an impossible feat,
And there are far more bits, spread around the table,
Than to reconstruct the croissant, if you were ever able!!
Everyone is staring with the utmost, utter disgust,
As if eating a croissant, free of mess, is a absolute must.
To make things worse, I’ve got to spread, the butter and the jam,
But now with greasy fingers, opening the jar, is not something that I can!!
If I ever see a croissant, when I’m ordering a tea,
I might opt for a scone, between you and me,
The croissant is the tastiest, with jam it is a must
But the thought of all the mess means I’m not really that fussed.
Categories:
messiest, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
In seventeen minutes I teach cartooning to a bunch of lively and eager first, second and third graders.
I have been looking forward to it in a fantastic way since yesterday, when I realized I am doing it.
We could choose three things to teach, things that we love, that are not traditional school-ish things.
My choices were number 1, Cartooning 2, Poetry 3, Career Exploration, excited I got my first choice.
Wait a second! I always get my first choice. There is an insane madness to getting it. Listen closely.
You have to meet the deadline. I always get my choices back the instant I see them before I forget.
Once something lands on my desk, in my drawer, around my office, it is gone forever.
I am a messy woman, maybe not the world’s messiest, but I am indeed a contender.
Knowing this about myself, paperwork gets done instantly for I despise it so.
Categories:
messiest, fun,
Form: Free verse
From break up 2 make up,
In and out seven years.
Smiles, Hard times, And tears
Pullin through is what mattered the most 2 us.
That's what made us who we our.
Waiting and waiting
Time and time again.
It's messiest up dat out of all these years
we ended up as friends.
What happened to that extra mile we were will go,
When we were trying 2 get 2 know one other.
It fade slowly but surly and now it's 2 far gone.
The lies, the mistrust and the lusting is what brought us 2 this point.
I anit never been the one 2 throw my hands up and walk away,
But I can't and I won't let myself hurt .
I just can't love u this way.
Categories:
messiest, confusion, lost love,
Form: I do not know?