Least Read Non-Fiction Prose
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Dec 2019 9:52pm
10th Dec 2019 9:52pm
YOPJ - Nasty Fridges and Boundaries
I am a bad fridge mate. The kind who has been asked repeatedly, along with the kids, to never have open concentrated orange juice cans in the fridge.
Que obedience, temptation and fall from grace.
Everybody has excuses. Mine goes like this (shut it, it's excuse time!) I am a busy mom. Those orange juice cans are bad little bitches, pardon my French.
But you know what? I'm supposed to share that stupid (nice)fridge with a busy, disabled, overly chivalrous silverback male who, has been gaslit by my own children, half-to-death!
Does this keep me on the...
Que obedience, temptation and fall from grace.
Everybody has excuses. Mine goes like this (shut it, it's excuse time!) I am a busy mom. Those orange juice cans are bad little bitches, pardon my French.
But you know what? I'm supposed to share that stupid (nice)fridge with a busy, disabled, overly chivalrous silverback male who, has been gaslit by my own children, half-to-death!
Does this keep me on the...
#LifeAsAWriter
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 1:54am
9th Dec 2019 1:54am
Up Goes The Tree!
I just love our new tree!
Not only because it's proof this isn't House Scrooge, but because the neighbor pal who doubted us got to help. It was a whole family thing. I probably should be out there, but I love the muffled chatter of many happy people. It's a great background for Mary and I. She's teething on my iPad case while I write in the quiet master bedroom. A winter win-win!
And... It's beautiful! I wish I had 20 more little fake trees in here, I love trees so much. I have to live like a married family woman, though. Not an eccentric. Nobody has to tell me.
Not only because it's proof this isn't House Scrooge, but because the neighbor pal who doubted us got to help. It was a whole family thing. I probably should be out there, but I love the muffled chatter of many happy people. It's a great background for Mary and I. She's teething on my iPad case while I write in the quiet master bedroom. A winter win-win!
And... It's beautiful! I wish I had 20 more little fake trees in here, I love trees so much. I have to live like a married family woman, though. Not an eccentric. Nobody has to tell me.
#LifeAsAWriter
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Dec 2019 5:39am
10th Dec 2019 5:39am
YOPJ - Haunted Houses, Restless Children
Everywhere I look there are memories." Winter Sunshine said, sadly. "Like over there, where [Songbird] and [Junior] used to often fight."
"But just remember, we have happy memories here, too." I implored, gesturing with my hands, as though I could magically conjure those images. My paws are always swiping the air when I talk, unless I'm on the go, spilling something.
"Would it cost more to move or renovate?" She asked, betraying her idea.
"Way more to move" I chirped, happy to provide the point. "A few grand and this place would be reborn!"
"It is...
"But just remember, we have happy memories here, too." I implored, gesturing with my hands, as though I could magically conjure those images. My paws are always swiping the air when I talk, unless I'm on the go, spilling something.
"Would it cost more to move or renovate?" She asked, betraying her idea.
"Way more to move" I chirped, happy to provide the point. "A few grand and this place would be reborn!"
"It is...
#LifeAsAWriter
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 9:55pm
8th Dec 2019 9:55pm
I'm No Traditional Woman
Being raised by a "Martha Stewart" of hostesses does not a hostess make. I'm living proof. Maybe my dear auntie didn't get to me soon enough but that woman could cook and cater like no one else I knew and I lived with her during my formative teens. My mom was okay, too. Actually, mom is the one I take after in that way; but she didn't make herself. I'd really like to know who's fault it is, honestly, that I am no domestic goddess. I'm going to blame the Great Spirit. Gee, thanks, Dad!
But you can still be a mother, right? Apparently so! All it takes is a gay man in a...
But you can still be a mother, right? Apparently so! All it takes is a gay man in a...
#LifeAsAWriter
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SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 2:18pm
9th Dec 2019 2:18pm
Untitled
Late in the afternoon
she sits with me
trapped in the corner’s shadows
a memory that comes and goes
light hair unlike my own
dark eyes that mourn the absence between us
her life a task of waiting she did not choose
The light shines through her body
her eyes fill with tears
but still she says nothing
nothing at all
She waits until the sun disappears
and then she goes
taking my heart with her
leaving a silent space no words can fill
My love
the one I’ll never have
who calls to me
so...
she sits with me
trapped in the corner’s shadows
a memory that comes and goes
light hair unlike my own
dark eyes that mourn the absence between us
her life a task of waiting she did not choose
The light shines through her body
her eyes fill with tears
but still she says nothing
nothing at all
She waits until the sun disappears
and then she goes
taking my heart with her
leaving a silent space no words can fill
My love
the one I’ll never have
who calls to me
so...
#sadness
#breakup
#MovingOn #emptiness
#MovingOn #emptiness
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 10:58pm
5th Dec 2019 10:58pm
YOPJ - You Forgot. Just Re-learn!
That's me. The title says it all. The end.
Ok.
Just kidding!
Tell me you haven't been there, wise-people. Tell me you never re-learned a thing! Okay, so since this should be understood by the close of your first half century, how do we all end up destroying so much of our lives over this fact?
Oh, right. We don't listen when we are young fools. So we self-sabotage by refusing to retrain ourselves like we've been encouraged to do through cheesy children's stories, Grandma, stuff like that, and then we go and chalk it up to a flaw in our...
Ok.
Just kidding!
Tell me you haven't been there, wise-people. Tell me you never re-learned a thing! Okay, so since this should be understood by the close of your first half century, how do we all end up destroying so much of our lives over this fact?
Oh, right. We don't listen when we are young fools. So we self-sabotage by refusing to retrain ourselves like we've been encouraged to do through cheesy children's stories, Grandma, stuff like that, and then we go and chalk it up to a flaw in our...
#courage
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Dec 2019 1:02am
10th Dec 2019 1:02am
YOPJ - Kitty Survives it All
Yeah, we put the cat in the toilet!" Exclaimed one boy.
"We tried to trap him in it but he jumped,out!" The other one explained.
"So at least you weren't killing him" I practically sighed the words out. I had just runhollering down the hall to save my favorite feral buddy and was still a little breathless with the rush of it all. "He really screamed at you. Are you a little nuts!? You could have been scratched."
Knowing the cat found the safety of an open window made me feel better. Too bad we didn't dry him off. I guess he had an interesting tongue bath. ...
"We tried to trap him in it but he jumped,out!" The other one explained.
"So at least you weren't killing him" I practically sighed the words out. I had just runhollering down the hall to save my favorite feral buddy and was still a little breathless with the rush of it all. "He really screamed at you. Are you a little nuts!? You could have been scratched."
Knowing the cat found the safety of an open window made me feel better. Too bad we didn't dry him off. I guess he had an interesting tongue bath. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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XXcrazychickXX
Shon
Shon
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 8:22am
14th Nov 2019 8:22am
Nameless
Just ranting.
…
I'm not the same as I was
four days ago
Before I changed eight
months ago
Before I was different
almost a year ago
Every time, a little or a
lot more fear was put
into me on those three separate
occasions
Reminders constantly
associated
With what comes from my
mouth
So that my triggers are at
The forefront
Realizing that I'm being
Pinpointed for the things I
wanted no parts of
Because the biggest
heartbreak came when
you...
…
I'm not the same as I was
four days ago
Before I changed eight
months ago
Before I was different
almost a year ago
Every time, a little or a
lot more fear was put
into me on those three separate
occasions
Reminders constantly
associated
With what comes from my
mouth
So that my triggers are at
The forefront
Realizing that I'm being
Pinpointed for the things I
wanted no parts of
Because the biggest
heartbreak came when
you...
#sadness
#grief
#death
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 7:01am
6th Dec 2019 7:01am
Visiting Etiquette for My Home
Over the years I've had guests come in and do interesting things. I think a more average home leads to average hosting and etiquette. For those on the margins of normal, that's not gonna cut it!
First of all, we don't like visitors anymore, so chances are you won't actually get the chance to use these new rules, but you can bet they were formed by the school of hard knocks.
1. Don't give my kids anything; toys, books or food, without checking with us. Don't even offer without permission. I don't care if the kid is two months or twelve, anymore. When they are 16 and up...
First of all, we don't like visitors anymore, so chances are you won't actually get the chance to use these new rules, but you can bet they were formed by the school of hard knocks.
1. Don't give my kids anything; toys, books or food, without checking with us. Don't even offer without permission. I don't care if the kid is two months or twelve, anymore. When they are 16 and up...
#respect
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
20th Aug 2017 1:11am
20th Aug 2017 1:11am
untitled 8/19
there are times when
one must be willing
to destroy
all that one is
in order
to become
that which
one might be.
one must be willing
to destroy
all that one is
in order
to become
that which
one might be.
#SelfReflection
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
30th Nov 2019 6:49pm
30th Nov 2019 6:49pm
Unchosen Worldviews and Sovereign Wills
You are royal. You own your life. So are any children you have, from birth. But there is no "free-will." You are a creature of nature and purpose driven. Still, all sovereigns have ownership of their choices. Fully. Brace for consequences.
Think you can choose your beliefs? Try to believe up is down or 1+1=5
Think you can choose your beliefs? Try to believe up is down or 1+1=5
#spiritual
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
7th Dec 2019 8:47pm
7th Dec 2019 8:47pm
The Tree Still Isn't Up
Someone who read my "teachable moments" and knew my tree wasn't still up drew the worst conclusion possible, that we were procrastinating because we didn't like Christmas anymore. No. That is literally an artistic side effect of winter painting and other play in the way of getting out the tree.
We keep telling ourselves we are getting around to it today, tomorrow, then today again... and Thanksgiving is just one week ago!
This is a perfect example of why we don't like having visitors. Everything is judged.
We keep telling ourselves we are getting around to it today, tomorrow, then today again... and Thanksgiving is just one week ago!
This is a perfect example of why we don't like having visitors. Everything is judged.
#Christmas
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
