By Appointment Only
Slivers of time is all I get,
Fit me in between here and there.
There's no space for spontaneity,
Can't explore the possibilities,
Let's just see what's down the next road:
Sorry, I believe our time is up.
Maybe I'll see you again sometime,
As long as it's not anytime.
The Idea!
Sometimes I still consider it.
How absolutely silly of me
To contemplate the impossible, the ridiculous, the tried-and-untrue,
The one-sided fantasy.
To persist in something
Never worth the time's effort
Never mind my heart!
As if a tearing of time
Could have rendered a reality;
It's only pathetic.
Pleading with the incompetent;
All too laughable
And yet, I speculate.
Ode to Migraines
Give it a few days, it will pass
It seems nowadays that the months go so fast.
Cannot move, can't sit still
Wonder if I should take another pill.
Bagpipes buzzing in my skull
Pain is throbbing, never dull
All that I love can act as a trigger!
Prying my eyes open takes extra rigor.
Bring me some ice, turn out the lights,
It's time once again for a losing fight.
1 comment:
I try not to write any poem for one or attacking one specific person - even if I have an initial character inspiration I like to broaden it. Actually, I wrote the "silly" poem before the Pink song, but upon seeing her video for the first time I felt a comraderie with Pink I'd never felt before. As for "dudgirl" that's an expression coined by Bon relating to how a girl, especially a teenager, feels when they are down on themselves.
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