Unhappy lunch
I could sense as soon as we entered
the restaurant that was a family run business
there had been a turmoil in the kitchen
the servers were father and daughter who
normally worked well together, but to day he
was in the kitchen, his daughter said, when
I asked
There were still many costumers, but they
kept a low profile and spoke subdual when
eating, we had entered a war zone
when our food came it was served on a dish
where my meat was grey like it had been
boiled, fries were uneven remanded of sailor
who had jut made ashore from a sinking ship
falling exhausted to the ground, and the
fried egg had been killed into a hard shell
However the salat, possible made before the
civil war, was good
Needless to say I refused to eat the served
my wife more skilled in diplomatic niceness
told the girl server to pack the food to take home
that I for some reason was not hungry
the lesson is, do not upset chefs in their kitchen
no more porch railings
mud daubers are unhappy
seasonal home gone
When someone disrespect you
Don't get easily react and easily hurt
It's a reflection of their own character
It's about them than it's about you
Try not to take it as personal attack
Don't let get under your skin
Only people who are not happy themselves
Are mean to other people.
You go to bed unhappy,
in a separate room I also am unhappy.
Neither of us know why.
We worry too much
about each other's unhappiness.
Maybe we should talk less,
unhappiness always starts as a word
in our heads.
I will give you a five,
if you would swallow this sharp knife.
As excruciating as it may feel,
it describes my life.
Hurt,sorrow,and failure
are the paints of my little globe.
It should have been bright
but it gives out no light.
In my little world, it is so dim,since
daily pain boils up to the rim.
In an invisible body of glass,
Where the brain feels it should strike.
The eyes have its frequent eye wash.
The mouth obliged to keep silent.
The heart feels siffened in a cage of its own.
Happiness tries to creep in, overtaken by sadness.
Depression buries energy and strength.
Living is not a favourite word anymore.
Lies are being exalted, truth is abased.
Dishonesty seems like a culture.
Compliments is toxic, insult is the antidote
Communication is a catastrophy.
Love is a word that don't exist
Appreciation is nameless.
Support agrees with credit in good situation.
Not bad situation.
Um, you stand alone.
The reflection in the water of the woman
Was not pleasing; even to herself she looked
Hard.
Frown marks were etched deep; two lacerations
Between her black unruly brows.
Thin lips clamped together in a downward Arc
Showed her disappointment in life; her dissatisfaction.
She didn’t want to go on; She didn’t want to go home.
Her reflection said “I bet you haven’t got the guts to get in like Ophelia did.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed; she actually hated her reflection.
She took off her green shawl and lay it neatly on the green grass beside the still pond.
The unhappy woman stepped into the pond;
She sunk slowly down through her own reflection.
She had fallen for her own reverse psychology.
And now she is no more.
There once was a charming young chap,
who sat on a lovely girl's lap.
When she saw his great lust,
she was filled with disgust,
and fervently gave him a slap!
Silence of the night split open
Consternated by a clamorous crack
Nettie stared at the paper
Took out an eraser
Evening’s still quiet was horrified
By the fortissimo of thunder
No good.
She began anew
One day there was a rain cloud.
This poem is a metaphor.
The crying tires,
the shattered glass,
it all happened,
so very fast.
His life it flashed,
before his eyes,
his life always swaddled,
in set ups and lies.
No direction,
for the good,
he just wanted a life,
that was nurturing and true.
The boys confused mind,
was searching for love,
It was something he,
could never find.
She always loved him,
so she claimed,
everyone else,
was always to blame.
His friends became,
his blood brother's,
they nurtured him,
like no others.
His voice screamed out,
God heard his pain,
in that moment,
he called on his name.
Now he sleeps,
bent on their whispers,
that God is good,
and his true love delivers.
After it's over,
and after it's done,
how she then claims,
her suffering son!
I'll run to you,
when I see you again,
and tell you that I love you,
like I did back then.
I'll never forget,
that cold winter's day,
you told me you wished,
with me you could stay.
Your spirit remains,
I've seen you visit,
I answered the door,
and blew you kisses.
My Eyes look out into the blackness
My Voice calls into the void.
I see nothing I hear nothing but I feel Something
I'm scared of Nothing but also scared of Something.
Does my subconscious make me human?
Does my fear control My destiny?
Or dose my destiny control my fear?
Will I ever know the feeling of emotion
Or will my emotion control my fear...
Like the wind on my cheek,
Life passes me by,
Unlike my pain,
That wants me to die.
Grey skies turn blue,
The winds pick up,
It's life again,
Waiting to be nuged.
My candle flickers,
In the dark I sit still,
I see the soft light,
On my windowsill.
The morning is near,
There's winds blowing in,
I think I'll let them,
Caress my cheek again.
What is this thing people call....
Normal?
My life is just a series of abnormal events
I try to stay sane
But I really want to vent
All the secrets
All the lies
Is this really the way I have to live my life
Here one minute
There another
I am tired...
Tired of living a double life
Tired of hurting the people that i claim to love
Tired of acting
What is normal?
I long for a "normal" life
One that isn't split into two
One life
One that doesn't consist of constant chaos
I dream of what my life could be or what it couldn't be
Being controlled by the words of others
Being pulled in two directions at the same time
Never knowing the time
Never knowing what's next
What is normal?
The Google definition...
Normal: conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.
Typical uh
I guess this is my normal
Being unhappy
Making the people that i love unhappy
Abandoning people
Why is this MY normal?
THIS IS NOT NORMAL!!
I want to BE normal
I want to HAVE normal
In reverie I wander far from here,
To lands where troubles disappear,
Where cares and woes are left behind,
And joy and peace are all that find.
The world around me fades away,
And in my mind I run and play,
Through fields of flowers and rolling hills,
Where all my troubles vanish still.
I bask in sunshine, feel the breeze,
And breathe in air that's fresh and easy,
In this place where I am free,
To be myself, to just be me.
But all too soon the spell is broken,
And I am pulled back to the world, unspoken,
But even as I go my way,
The memory of that sweet reverie, it stays.
They both breeze in, like bright new stars
Nice clean clothes, nice new cars
But they hide their truth like chameleons
And blend into the scenery of Machiavellians
He talks behind her back and she behind his.
It’s all sweetness and light; but a quiz?
Both smiles hide fork tongues
And eyes never leave the floor
They’re the perfect couple, blond and blue eyed
Perfect and emotionless husband and bride
She spits venom when they disagree
He spits contempt the moment he’s free
For days a curtain hung limp, torn and broken,
They’re nods and eyes, glared-words, unspoken.
Stubborn, determination neither gives ground
Curtain remains half-mast, flaps in the lounge.
Now they spend money to replenish their vows
Apply the glue of a mortgage in a new house
Anything that might distract from emotions they feel
Two fish, wriggling to escape the fisherman’s reel
David Cox 23/06/22
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