As I lay on my horn,

My patience becomes worn.

I honk again, at the traffic congestion.

This time it’s not a suggestion.

The motorcyclist, in front of me, just flips me off.

I just narrow my eyes and, under my breath, call him a jerk-off.

Then checking the time on my smartphone,

“I’m late for work,” I groan.

I shouldn’t be worried; though,

My phone then dies so, calling work now is a no-go.

So, n...

Waking up, I gotta sigh

I wish my days would be more than a fight

I put my cold feet on the ground and take the fight

If I could only tell my time to wait

That I gotta need a little aid

My spirits are down, and the sun won’t wait

I walk to my bathroom

Oh, this day already me on the floor

I wash myself, and I walked back to my bedroom

I’ve slept six hours

I’ve spent it like I had powers ...

The balance between

good and bad

The fight between

caring and uncaring

A choice defining us

A moment in time

A grade

An action

All small in the scheme of things

But they mean so much

Be careful

Ever so careful

What you do on a

day to day

hour to hour

minute to minute

second to second

Everything adds up

Creating who you are

You look back and everything’s changed

Becau...

In the morning rush, what a sight to behold,

A broken shoelace, all tangled and old!

With each step I take, a mournful sound,

Hobbling along, feeling earthbound.

Oh, the irony, the humor so dry,

In this tiny mishap, a dramatic sigh.

But fear not, I'll march on with flair,

In this comedy of life, I'll dare to care.

For even in shoelaces' tiny schemes,

There's a tale of dreams and broken seams....

It’s kind of late.

This writings not great.

But I have write to today!

Or my streak will run astray…...

Sometimes I wonder what the point of existing is.

Why do we toil daily like slaves under the harsh scalding sun?

Wouldn’t we all be better off six feet under?

A dark place where the sun can’t reach us.

Where the perils of life can no longer torment us.

Perhaps if I were dead I’d be happier, more content with my nonexistence.

Perhaps then I wouldn’t have to worry about my husband leaving the toilet...

Sometimes in daily life, things get tough,

Not too crazy, not too rough.

Just small problems that come our way,

Let me tell you about one today.

A missing sock or a phone that's dropped,

These things can make our patience stop.

Not a big deal, just a little pain,

But they can drive us a bit insane.

A slow red light when we're in a hurry,

It might make us feel a little bit worry.

But it's not the...

Step, step, bang.

Feel a pang.

I stubbed my toe.

Feel the woe!

Then I swore

At the door

Twinge of pain

I complain

I check for blood

From the thud

I stubbed my toe!

I want Bordeaux…...

The train is blaring its horn, angrily

But the sound only puts me at ease

It’s a familiar sound

Like a lullaby, ringing out

It tells me I’m safe and can sleep

But where are you now?

Nowhere I have found

And yet, I feel you’re not far

In the smallest of towns

I wish your voice sounded loud

as the train, so I could know where you are

© pennomoly...

Rammed into the doorframe

Now held up in the air

I hop

Pain sharp and

Throbbing

My mother, behind me,

Asks if I’m alright

Yes, I say

Still clutching my foot

Still stumbling

Just stubbed three of my toes

Well don’t do that!

No one likes a show-off…...