So, you think that it’s your fence, you think it belongs to you? You can paint it at your whim whatever colour you choose?
But who actually paid for the installation of the timber and concrete posts?
We don’t remember seeing you as the bill was settled with the hosts!
So you think that using rusty nails will stop the cats of the neighbourhood finding a way in? You sure underestimate the wileyness of the average feline who still leave a little ‘parcel’ on your bin!
The volume control disappears after the eighth of ninth gin! You don’t really see what all the neighbours see and hear the profanities of your drunken din!
So you can’t hold a conversation without the next street hearing every word? Do you think that sound travels slower the louder that it’s heard?
You show no respect for anyone living around your house. Don’t expect the doors to open because you’re frightened of a mouse. Don’t expect back breaking sympathy when two feet of snow sit at your door. You reflect your hate on everything when the third of fourth wine bottle has been poured.
I love my little canary.
He sings so sweet and loud.
He puffs out his feathers
and looks so very proud.
He starts off a-warbling.
he pulls it from his soul
and though I love his music
I wish he had a volume control.
I write songs without a tune...
You hear my words like crashing balloons...
I had a tug of war with sounds and notes...
As my words lie naked in the pocket of my coat...
The volume control is missing but a beat is still found...
And soon my undressed poem danced to its own sound...
I'm not going to whisper
I will speak my mind.
I will follow my intuition
Abandon judgements
ignore unkind.
Allow my car to steer
me in the right direction.
even when I do not have
a destination.
I am 30 and full of unique
knowledge mixed with naiveness.
I met a man, my heart did fall
I danced without my watch.
I sang without volume control
I walked never looking down.
I looked life straight in the eyes
never bowing down or retreating.
I fought my battles with no hesitation
I rarely apologized.
I had a heart with more love than it could contain.
by Kristen bruni for nette onclaud's AT THIS AGE contest.
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