frustration

 

I am at the point of no return.

I am seeing red and my patience is worn.

When I get like this I can't help but use the words I don't want to say.

It's the point that frustration takes you away.

 

What leads us to this unsatisfying manner?

Is it something we can control, or is it completely involuntary.

When emotion is the only controlling factor in you it can get real scary.

limericks

 

Once there was a man with a rake for a hand,

On Tuesdays he’d gather up leaves & sand;

Prancing around in the hot sun

Shouting aloud: “The game is done!”,

Life is so simple for this wonderful human.

HAikus

 

Re: Waking Up

Alarm blasts on strong

Mind won’t wake from firm embrace

Sleep clings tight past night

 

 

Re: Scrapping Your Knee

Trip, boom, falling fast

Pavement clips fresh skin sharp

Beads of blood, pain starts

 

 

Re: The Drive to Work

Pushing through the chaos

Needing to get ahead of you

First in line, I win!

triolet

 

The wicked gnome took my pants,

if only he could understand

only good little creatures get a second chance.

The wicked gnome took my pants,

if only he wouldn't have taken such a stance,

leaving me here stuck in a pantless trance.

The wicked gnome took my pants,

if only he could understand.