I used to like hobbies.
The richness of having hands.
The hunger dipped in a toothpick and drawn on paper.
You use your hobby-brain.
And when you stop?
Paint goes boom.
My old sewing thread tangled in my nose, making me sneeze.
When you’re young, slicing up paper with scissors is incredible.
Circles chopped up.
I would take old magazines and tear out my favorite pictures.
I liked my hands and fingertips.
When you’re young you have hobbies!
School, hobbies, school.
When you grow up, it’s like hobbies are peeled off tape.
I had hands, fingers, and joy.
The richness of having hands, no matter how long or short, fast fingertips, reach for the perfect button for a mixed media project.
So I got an office job.
Stuffy, musty old crafts might as well be buried in my stuffy, musty grave.
Best chance they’ll make it into my skeleton hands.
Someone can ruin your life like thick, chewed gum.
The snaps and stalls started.
Until the people around me just, blundered against me.
Not once but all around me like speakers placed strategically.
Call me.
I’m caffeine.
I’m lunch at 10:30 am.
The thick, chewed gum lingers.
Exasperated.
As the car headlights seem to cry too.
Someone can ruin your life with patterns, gum, and railroad crossings too.
The old lady was busy scolding pumpkin boy
his familiar black cat was not filled with joy
She wanted her kibbles in a large way
Had this silly pumpkin boy ruined things for her today?
She got up and gave the old lady her best sad eye
Don’t give that look said the hag, bye and bye.
The cat and the pumpkin boy went away without candy.
You owe me a Hershey’s bar, said the cat, Dandy.
The impact
Of every step
Brought each soul
To instant regret
...you ruined everything
Movement alone
Drew energy around
Negative and positive
Running up and down
...ruining everything
Your sweet presence
Wafting on waves
Breaking open the earth
Emptying graves
...leaving ruins
The old illusion is gone....
New life springs forth
Melodies lining the air
Remnants lie bare
The simulation that dared
....to ruin everything
Hope bursts open
In the moment of release
Catching away
All sickness and disease
...ruining everything
LOVE walking with man
Unity of faith and trust
Expanding to worlds unknown
Diving deep within the crust
...leaving only ruins
Of the old illusion forsaken
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-21-2026
I heard women have ruined the workplace,
By showing what it means to lead with grace.
We still make far less money than men,
Yet have more sway with the sword and pen.
We ruined the meetings, made them an email,
We worked together to succeed, not fail.
Held men accountable for their actions,
Came here to work, not to be distractions.
We ruined inappropriate chatter,
Modeled respect - the heart of the matter.
We led with patience and confidence,
Showed that true leaders use evidence.
We ruined the workplace to include us.
Now when men react, they cannot make a fuss.
They have to treat us like we’re humans too -
The horror, the shock, the rumors were true.
We ruined the long-standing lack of empathy,
Replaced it with compassion and transparency.
We listened and mentored, made people feel heard,
A shift in the mindset - and progress occurred.
We ruined the toxic culture which isn’t fair,
Moving the needle for redemption and repair.
Call it destruction or a needed rebirth,
We ruined the workplace by knowing our worth.
Her winsome smile belied her secret essence
A temptress and siren
Given to saturnine quintessence
And I a man of placid and calm complexion
Became ever more umbrageous
With each stranger she offered affection
Ciara Cybelle chose to take her chances
Unconcerned by my mood
Continued her frenzied romances
She swooned at my charm
And laughed at my wit
And yet held to another man’s arm
Ciara Cybelle a nymph out of hell
Twisting a man
With her temptress spell
I had to make her understand
She simply had to see
I must be her only man
But Ciara Cybelle laughed instead
Eyes flashing fire
She brazenly said
The likes of me would never know
The deliciousness
Of the charms she would bestow
On other men she found fairer
Then in a rage
I struck in blind error
And carefree Ciara Cybelle
Lay shattered and still
At my feet where she fell
To the dark waters I fed
The alabaster body
Of Ciara Cybelle dead
Now benthic stillness of cimmerian depths
Disturbed by the pale lifeless limbs
Of Ciara Cybelle
Now tumescent and water pruned
The once sempiternal beauty
Forever ruined
I can feel it all burning down,
the walls I painted in soft colors,
the corners I swept clean for company—
they crackle in silence.
Instead of exploring other ruins,
chasing ghosts in forgotten places,
I should stop.
Sit with the dust in my own lungs.
Run my hands along the scorch marks
I never let cool.
There is wreckage here
I never named.
I’ve been walking through myself
like a stranger with no flashlight—
stepping over the memories,
ignoring the rot,
pretending I’m whole
because I never stopped moving.
But now,
the staircase from my heart to my head is collapsing—
each step a splinter,
each thought misfiring like sparks from frayed wires.
The chandelier has hit the floor.
Glass teeth scatter across the silence.
It used to shine.
It used to hold light.
Now even the ceiling
has given up on me.
perfect autumn day
a romantic proposal
raven lands on knee
the groom is startled
the crow is victorious
ruining the mood
I ruined what we had
With my mincing words misplaced,
Words that made you mad
With a feeling as though also disgraced.
I ruined what we were
With things in which we never concurred,
Things I was just unsure
Of whether it is my path that has occurred.
I ruined our bond
With feelings long suppressed,
Feelings as shallow as a pond,
In which I drowned into state so depressed.
You ruined what was left of me
By fully letting go of me entirely,
Even though I tried and tried to be
Better for you (and me) eternally.
True love, she's always seeking.
Broke up not too long
Find another who truly loves her
Proposed to her that same year
She's ready, to let go of her past
She was absolutely happy, It's her wedding day
The long waited day, unknowingly to her it's a bad day.
It's her ex
Coming for revenge
Holding unto offense
Ready to defend without pretense
He still love and want her, not ready to let go.
As the preacher man says,
Do you have anything against this union
He stood up and walked majestically
Down the aisle, straight to the altar
Such an hassle, he's a *******
With all eyes on him, he uttered everything
She screamed; nooooo... then she fainted.
Saturn’s tale is one of pain and ease,
In the vast expanse of endless space.
Where darkness hums and stars softly gleam,
A story unfolds like a celestial dream.
Its beloved moon, once dancing in grace,
Turned cruel and struck its gentle surface.
Through the quiet night, Saturn bore the strife,
Moon's fragments drift and wane, as its assault claimed its life.
Echoes of love turned to lingering pain,
Yet within the scar, beauty remains.
From the wounds, a unique splendor grew,
The moon’s betrayal forged rings anew.
Could Saturn’s tale be merely its own?
Or a reflection of our life’s trials, beautifully shown?
Just as Saturn's ruins hold a divine allure, our own flaws reveal a beauty pure.
Like Saturn’s perfect ruins of divinity,
the flaws we own are our greatest beauty.
his infantine fit was funny to see
coming out of a usually reserved Mr. Lee
he had been brainwashed by Trump TV
subliminal clips that ruined our friend Mr. Lee
Feeling confused and lost about the man she once loved. The brown eye girl doesn't know how to act with her true feelings about him. The green eye cowboy is still a ticking time bomb towards a lot of people and things. Afraid of what not to say or to even open her mouth. She knows in her heart she still loves him and a part of her always will. But he doesn't know what she has given up to be with him. Ruining her happiness for a love not given back.
I used to love juice
acid reflex changed that
after it came back up
going down it was delightful
coming back up
not so much
acid reflex has ruined juice for me
and jalapeno peppers and Cheetos too
Fantastic firms aka looters
Make polymers and are polluters
Their products break down
Spread all over town
They even serve plastic at Hooters
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