haikus on napkins at the kitchen table
i.
sweet potato pie
topped with marshmallows: a dish,
a euphemism
ii.
yellow fold-up chairs
aren't for seventeen-year-old
girls, not anymore
supposedly to
grow up is to nod while the
adults are talking
cross my ankles, chew,
swallow, scribble haikus that
they will never read
iii.
an appetizer
of political jargon
no 'soup or salad'
iv.
with apple cider
i wash down all the words i
know i shouldn't say
just to cram them in
boxes of five-seven-five
for a smile or two
from poets like me
dreamers, forever craving
something real; what's real?
Perfect Time by Roddy Ricch
It’s the perfect time to rise.
Peanut butter seats reclinin’
On my mind.
Fame and fortune desired.
All I need is you so baby I’m fine.
Haven’t stopped dreaming bout your eyes.
Gave ourselves the chance to do this right.
Take our time and last all night,
Babe I’m yours and you are mine.
Feeling’ so high I’m flyin’.
I hope this lasts forever,
It’s the perfect time.
Deciphering Death
Let me help you to understand here that what you as a human being think of as “Death”, is a big scary lie told to you to scare you into submission to obeying human religious leaders so they could be in power over the living.
It is true that this human form is made to dry up and wither away. However, the Soul of a human is infinite and continues on after the body falls away.
Death, the Soul, and the Body are all connected, very much like a caterpillar, a chrysalis and a Butterfly.
All Death is really is a transition from one existence to another. It’s nothing to be feared.
Life? Well you experience life every day. Live well and learn from your mistakes. Be kind and be humble. You will come to understand how important these attributes are while you are still a human.
Live well
Love much
Laugh often
Die another Day!
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maybe just maybe
I'm not sure, I may be telling myself a sweet, beautiful lie- it's happened before, but not like this; it's scaring me, but I want to give in- I want to do this all for you, I know you're worth it and this may never happen again; I have to confess, tell the truth, let you know about what's either a marvel or a monster growing inside of me- perhaps, just maybe, there's the littlest chance that you're drowning in the same thing that I am.
(I love you.)
Because laughter inevitably ends.
Because death is more natural than life.
Because mankind is nary a blip in the universe.
Because I stopped smoking.
Because not all tears are evil.
Because the deeper the grief, the closer is god.
Because god is a concept.
Entropy.
Seasonal affective disorder.
Why laughter?
Because awkward silences facilitate it.
Because audiences congratulate it.
Because anxiety perpetuates it.
Because clowns thrive on it.
Because faces wrinkle to accommodate it.
Because laugh tracks enforce it.
Because it's true.
Why not?