Temper
Photo: Guayasamin mural}
No. No. No.
You say it with an evil tounge,
flying high on an adrlene rush.
Holes are in the walls
and the tv’s eating a shoe.
No. No. No.
Life compressed with stress,
pumping through my veins.
As the high slips, breathing regains,
looking around I see only me.
My beast no longer in control,
I stand alone cleaning your mess.
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{New thing here! Word of the Day will be posted with a quick poem or flash-fiction that is inspired by the word and contains the word. Point of this is exercise is to keep my writing in the moment. Anyone who wishes to play simply comment there post to the Word of the Day.}
Word of the Day: Light
Timed by a spin, tilted in space
I Stare at specks of you.
Covering the sky above,
winking me to believe
tomorrow will bring
one of you closer to me.
In your morning Light,
you show me this world.
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