The Allergens! They are coming to put our mucous membranes on overload! They are preparing to assault our retina with a pestering itchiness! We will awaken with a golden crust upon our lashes! Allergens are coming! And I am SOOOO NOT ready for war!!! Bane of my existence aside, I woke up with a very happy disposition towards everything. PLUS, my shoedazzle order arrived this morning. It arrived this morning during my second cup of bustelo! Ahh, Coffee and Shoes in the morning. I ended up skipping my third cup trying to break in my new wedge sneakers!!!
So... As I stepped through the threshold of my job, I became a bit desensitized. It feels like I'm sitting in a Fuzz. Not to say it's a bad thing, just oddly noticeable. *Ding* Fuzz+Work= "Fuzzwork"....... Ha he he! *cough* I mean OH NO!! *Snicker* My fuzz has brought about a bit of motivation. Yes, I know... I know... Motivation in the fuzziest of times. HOPE Tick, Tock The clock ticked along Deep breaths could be heard Eyes have been closed for so long The room still The rising of chest the spreading of nostrils Peaceful sleep Prolonged rest The clock ticked along They spoke of defeat A finger wiggles feet tremble "There is no chance" a voice "Hope is all we've got" another "Hope?..What does th..." a voice "Everything!" another Sudden bleeding of light Chance deepening of breath hands reach for life a body jerks from rest "Hope...Is.. Enough" The words came Blood rushed from all places "Just.....Keep.....Hope" the words stopped Chest and nostrils halt Silence creeps in The body sits "Hope till death" a voice "Hope Till death!"Voices of more I think that's all today..See ya tomorrow
Have you ever sat down in front of a keyboard, with anxiety and emotion enough to disrupt the fabric of time? Did you begin to place your fingers on the letters? What came out? Well, nothing very poetic came out of my finger tips. It'd have been nice to actually be able to pinpoint my emotion, feed on it, then regurgitate it into a parable. Something that will "outlast time" sounds good doesn't it? TO BAD!! IT'S A NO GO! But Then Again: Lighting strikes a mountain top with unknown power Rocks tumble to the valley below The remnants mingles with flowers The mountain crumbles in woe If you had the will To travel to the valley below You can find the remnants Have created their own glow One hue of Red One of blue A swirling light A spark of new **cough** Well guess that's where my brain stopped. I love poetry, I've been called both amateur and brilliant alike. I want it to come more naturally. Ugh! What a plight I am faced with.