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Stuck Being Shemp

      At one time tobacco was king
        Today it’s cannabis and hemp
      Seems they are Moe, Curly and Larry
        While tobacco is stuck being Shemp  

    

Stuck

full of aches
I'm not myself today
but nobody else fits

Stuck Up

She ate a tube of Super Glue
and now she's sticking to the loo.

MESSAGE TO THE YOUTHS

If you want to go far in life
Reduce your circle
The people you share your dreams with
It's not about numbers, but loyalty 
Make a long table, helping others 
So you can be stable 
When ever you're not capable 
So you'll be able, to get where you want to be.


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stuck in his time

i was a clock.
not flashy, not loud.
just mine.
time passed the way i let it—
slow, careful, soft.
each tick a heartbeat.
each hour a boundary.

then he came.
not with kindness,
not with care—
with want.
with hands like force,
like he thought time would bend
if he pushed hard enough.

he didn’t ask what hour i was in.
he didn’t care that i wasn’t ready.
he took

The Poet

Once upon a dreary time
A boy set out to note a rhyme
Pen in hand with paper lined
Prepared he was to share his mind
But thoughts lay barren and confined
Without sense, reason, or rhyme
Suffered he did this weary time
Both his soul and cheerless mind
His eyes grew dark, his face grew lined
And tho he sought to redesign
Something, anything

when I get stuck

When I can’t think of anything else to draw
I draw boxes
They lead to swirls, stars, flowers, elves, faeries and mushroom houses

When I can’t think of words to pen, I write down verbs and adverbs
Jumping, whirling, swirling, glassy, classy, brassy, hopping, skipping words

When my painting muse is stuck, I reach for my orange
She is my go-to

breathless, my journey ends

Dried-up,
___a stream___
in the moor, no-man’s land.
When a soul dares near—
a gunshot blooms

/  Red  /

the barren soil 
will feast on 
anything.

You said amid this desert stands
—an oasis—
A land of innocence, but where you crown sins.
(Greedy, yes,
but that’s all humanity ever is.)
I begged you to point me to the shrine
yet I am left stumbling, 
...blind...

Before

I Fear

I fear many things.
I fear I stay complacent in my own misery.
Time is of the essence,
yet action for change is unattainable 

And I speak of change possible for myself,
which is perhaps the most upsetting point to note,
for my limits are set on a glass roof 
I fear I will shatter with my feet on the

Stuck

Stuck

I’m stuck inside my own mind’s prison,
Walls built high with doubt and fear,
A place where shadows crawl and whisper,
And hope feels distant, never near.

I fight to chase away the darkness,
To drown the bad thoughts with a brighter song,
But they cling like shadows in the night,
And I find myself lost, all along.

I try to replace the

Stuck Separated together , part 5

She’s awake, though, wide awake, her mind miles away, spinning stories she knows aren’t true, dreams she knows will never come to life.  She imagines, with a kind of detached satisfaction, what it would be like to touch someone else.  Not him. Never him, but someone else. Maybe the neighbor’s wife, his her

Stuck separated together, part 4

Sometimes, she thinks about leaving, about walking out the door and never coming back. Maybe that would be easier, maybe it would hurt less than staying in a house full of silence, of unspoken words. But she doesn’t move. Neither of them does. They’re stuck, like two pieces of a puzzle that don’t fit together

Stuck Separated Together, part 3

There was a time when they talked about everything.  They talked about their dreams, their fears, the things that made them laugh until they couldn’t breathe. They talked about their plans, their future, and the life they were going to build together. Now, there’s silence. She wonders if it’s her fault. She wonders if

Stuck separated together, part 2

It was their choice to stay, wasn’t it?  Neither of them said the words out loud, but somewhere along the way, they both agreed that living together in this hollow space was better than letting go, better than facing the emptiness outside of these walls.  They stayed because the thought of walking away,

Stuck separated together, part 1

They say that when two people are together for too long, they begin to lose themselves. They start to shift, fade into each other like colors blending on a forgotten canvas, and, in the end, you can’t tell where one begins and the other ends.  But they never mention what happens when two people

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