Consumed

those casting
the brightest light
burn most fiercely
but at what cost?

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Bragging Rights

anyone who boasts
of a perfect life
is trying vainly
to convince
only themselves

[Non-fiction] Reasons why I am no longer friends with my childhood best friend

Because calling someone a terrible friend, threatening to end your friendship, listing the years-long grudges you held against them but remained silent on for “their” sake, and then saying you don’t believe in them, is somehow supposed to motivate them into being a better, happier person – especially after they sacrificed sleep, traveled through snow, and showed up at your door with a gift. No, they can’t possibly have more pressing problems in life that makes them subdued. They must really want to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s always about you, after all.

In-Crowd

dining
calorie counts
friends’ heartbreaks
and chick lit

gossip I find
as appetizing
as cardboard

I suppose it’s genetic then?

If it is selfish for a couple
not to have offspring
then I wonder why so many
choose to have their own
instead of adopting
children who so desperately need
a home from foster care?

Notes: This was written in response to a rant I read of a newly engaged woman who decided childless married couples were being selfish. I hope people get married for the sake of love and not just for children. Whether you choose to have children or not, or whether that choice is taken from you, I do not judge.

Ravenous

feed me
your expressions
and thoughts

ideas that shake your heart
and grow, threadlike

Cancerous

in spite of it

One in a Million

There are three basic types of people who play the lottery:

Those who do, thinking they will win.
Those who do, knowing they will probably not win.
Those who don’t, knowing they will never win.

Who are you?

Trajectories

I envy the leaf
drifting on the wind

without fear of
wrong turns
a brief, but gentle
trajectory

Instruments

Laughing flutes and violins that cry
Why do we find music beautiful?
Because can we see ourselves in it

Hello, Friend

Perhaps, I’m impolite

Few want to see you
cough out your life’s blood
and tell them you are
in pain

But I no longer care

For every fifty people
who ignore me
I’ll find one who lends me
a listening heart

A pair of open ears
heals a thousand
door slams.