there is a bird making a screaming sound
she elongates it through the air like dying fireworks
I expect to hear other birds
especially the crows who overreact to everything
there is silence
maybe the other beakers realize that she is deranged
when I grow up, I’ll be a chef
sounds good What will you make?
I am a connoisseur of spider web soup, she told me
I do my best to not overreact
Any other delicacies?
I will make spider web bread and spider web muffins
Will you feature anything else on your menu?
Maybe spider web tea
What has inspired your menu? I asked her
I love spider webs, she tells me
I resolve to make it though this year being me
One year of doing that was not enough
to be truthful, fifteen months of doing what I wanted....
when I wanted, how I wanted, without any direction
My husband has been with me a long time
He knows it is dangerous to make even a bitty suggestion
As a Gemini, I overreact to anyone else making my decisions.
I resolve to make it through 2025 being my happiest me.
This means not taking a job at the age of 72
like my cousin did.
and not taking suggestions or direction from anoyone.
No sarcastic smacks
lacking tact.
No egos blazing need
to attack.
Not even inferences
of senseless impact
or any need displayed
to overreact.
Lin Lane's blog invitation
is filled with shared
emotional tracks
and reading it wrapped
me in joy exact.
Then Tom Woody's blog proved
prayers do answers attract.
The Soup-Love shared there
left me Godsmacked
and that is a wonderful kind
of attack.
I'm most grateful dad in this world.
Blessed with a wife 2 boys and 3 girls.
They brought meaning to my life.
I could not ask for a better wife.
Whenever I were feeling down.
God would send one of you around.
Forgive me for the times I'd overreact.
I wish someway I could get them back.
I am human just like you.
And not proud of all I say and do.
You can lay all money on this bet.
Not one of you do I regret.
Don't know how much time God has for me.
But you all make my heart so very happy.
When I come to the end of my time.
I'm grateful to say, thank you for being mine!
Don't ever dwell on the things we've blown.
Ask God for forgiveness and help you move on!
Come to my Facebook page anytime or day.
To see in words what my heart wants to say!
I Love You All!
He has a tendency to listen to no one
A proclivity to overreact, he is not fun
His ideas lean toward the conservation realm
Has propensity to look danged stubborn on film
He has a tendency to listen to no one
A proclivity to overreact, he is not fun
His ideas lean toward the conservation realm
Has propensity to look danged stubborn on film
My apologies for making something so small into something so big
My apologies for hurting your ego because I don’t know how to deal with my own emotions
My apologies
I love you so much
You can push my buttons on cue
What else can I do?
I overreact and I push your buttons
I don’t want to but I love you
I believe in you
I might not show it in the exact way you want but I’m head over heels for you
I said the things I said
I did the things I did but make no mistake
You’re the only man I want in my bed
My apologies for loving you so hard
It’s all I know
I love hard or I don’t love at all
My apologies for my ways
I’ll take you on any day
I don’t care what anyone says
My apologies for hurting you
My apologies for making something so small into something so big
My apologies for hurting your ego because I don’t know how to deal with my own emotions
My apologies
I love you so much
You can push my buttons on cue
What else can I do?
I overreact and I push your buttons
I don’t want to but I love you
I believe in you
I might not show it in the exact way you want but I’m head over heels for you
I said the things I said
I did the things I did but make no mistake
You’re the only man I want in my bed
My apologies for loving you so hard
It’s all I know
I love hard or I don’t love at all
My apologies for my ways
I’ll take you on any day
I don’t care what anyone says
My apologies for hurting you
at the traffic stop, where good meets bad.
a trickle of sweat runs down, you're not guilty, so you get mad.
you bicker and bicker, but to no avail, the bat in the blue badge made up his mind
you had no reason to overreact, the rage has made you blind.
i have a body in the backseat of my matte black car.
if i act accordingly, surely there's no way i get caught, i can take this thing far.
an inviting eye, and a smile that blinds his eye, the opposition has been fooled.
the fate that had awaited me, has sadly but unironically been overruled.
"i didn't do it" vs "i'm having a good day" was never a fair fight.
nobody with the correct moral compass to tell what is wrong and what is right.
the anger and spite in your voice has trapped you, an innocent soul trapped away, nobody to care.
sometimes the villain wins by doing nothing, and sadly, but unironically their bad deeds leave no one to spare.
I am confused by the rumors,
but give them no meaty merit
For I have not yet spoken to the source
I always go to the person and ask them if it is true
Please do not try to bother me
For I have learned the secrets of an instigator
When you say “I don’t know whether to tell you this”
it means I probably do not want to hear it.
Sometimes I say “please do not tell me”
But your goal is to rile me, and you tell me anyway
I do not react or overreact, because I do not want you to have power
Thus, you go away to bother others.
Rarely coming back to me.
It is my secret way of discouraging the gossips
and the rumormongers, and it works for me.
I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
I knew Theresa would overreact when I borrowed her garbage can
I did it anyway, because I wanted to see her reaction.
My girlfriend Gee, knew about the theft.
She could not stop laughing, realizing who we were dealing with.
Garbage cans go missing all the time here, they are easily replaced.
Theresa did not even get inside her room before she noticed.
She turned and began wailing and screaming.
“Someone stole my garbage can!”
Gee could not look up; she was shaking with laughter.
I felt gleeful, validated.
Knew what I was doing when I took it.
Felt smug.
You think you know it all because you're a scientist.
You make me angry when you say God doesn't exist.
You believe there is no God and you say that it's a scientific fact.
When I become angry, you have the nerve to say that I overreact.
You act so proud of yourself when you say that God isn't real.
God created mankind and he knows more about science than you ever will.
I have a lot more faith in God than I'll ever have in you.
God is real and I don't care that you say it is not true.
I know that The Lord is real even though he's a supernatural being who I can't see.
Not all scientists are like you, when you say God isn't real, certain scientists disagree.
Everybody will have to answer to God on Judgement Day.
And when that happens, you'll regret the things that you say.
When it comes to talking to you, I won't do it anymore, I'm through.
God does exist and when Judgement Day arrives, you'll know it's true.
Let’s keep their apartment through Christmas someone suggested.
Although their mother was gone, and their dad had been arrested.
He will be back, right? An optimist asked, eager to think the best.
Doubtful, one replied. He embezzled bunches to feather his nest.
But the kids kept the apartment, where they came for Christmas Eve.
They brought their childhood stories and told them without reprieve.
The times they had shoplifted, making their scoundrel dad proud.
Many didn't understand, said some, laughing loudly, a holiday crowd.
This was the last Christmas these siblings would all be together.
They enjoyed sharing favorite food and staying out of the weather.
When they said good bye, they did not embrace or overreact.
Not realizing it was the last time, now a well-known family fact.
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