Mumbles … Ruler

I tried to think of a story to write… it came out like Sleeping Beauty.  I tried to write a poem.  It just sounded lame.  I am having a rough night fighting my depression and no words seem right.  I am not really thinking clearly.  So I struggle with what to write and senseless babbling seems to be the winner again.

I never had the teachers who would wrap you knuckles with a ruler.  I have never met the ruler of any nation.  I occasionally use a ruler to draw a straight line though.  And that is about all I can say about rulers.

I hope you all don’t mind such a short post.  I have my first pool therapy in the morning, so I need to get some sleep.  Maybe words of wisdom will hit me tomorrow.  I can only hope!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ruler

Is It Just Me

I am like everyone else

I want love

I want to be needed

I want to matter in someone else’s life

But is the heartache and tears

Worth the struggle

Or am I just the abnormal one

Who finds more work than support

Sees more take than give

Feels more hurt than help

In every chance I’ve had at love


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – abnormal

I Surrender

I give up
Hands in the air
I admit defeat
I hope you don’t care
That I thought
And I thought
And the right words
I found naught
But it is hard to find
A word that could rhyme
With euphemism
In such short time
So I put down words
Of my struggle today
And hope that tomorrow
Will be a more productive day


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge – euphemism

Foggy Days

Sometimes it is hard to be present
Alive and focused on the here and now
The fog drifts though my head
and life takes on a haze
I read something three times
Before I finally understand
I struggle for the right words
To say what I really mean
I often just stay silent
Because the fog is bad at the time
Don’t take it as a shunning
It’s a problem with my mind
All I can do is take a deep breath
And gently try again


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – present

The Struggle Is Real


What a fright

What can I do

The word split me in two

One side determined

The other undermined

So I struggle again

With I can’t or I can

And come up with trash

And nothing with class

You’ll have to settle

For what I got with sheer mettle

This is the best I can do

With only a day to work through