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On Monday mornings, full of fire,
She slowly stirs the tea she sips.
And though the day burns through with ire,
There's orange on her lips.
On Tuesdays during weekday rain,
She hears a rainstorm as it speaks,
And though the thunder speaks of pain,
There's jasmine on her cheeks.
On Wednesdays as a drought pulls by,
In shade, she sleeps, in perfect sin,
And though the world's too parched to cry,
There's maple on her chin.
On Thursdays, while earth's frosted white,
The flame beyond her eyes persists,
And though the snow obstructs all sight,
There's nectar on her wrists.
On Friday evenings, dark as coal,
The star-lit curtain's hers to wear,
And though no starlight marks the pole,
There's citrus in her hair.
Her weekday scents give constant call
And ask I taste them all the while,
But Saturday, holds, best of all,
Her pepperminted smile.
She slowly stirs the tea she sips.
And though the day burns through with ire,
There's orange on her lips.
On Tuesdays during weekday rain,
She hears a rainstorm as it speaks,
And though the thunder speaks of pain,
There's jasmine on her cheeks.
On Wednesdays as a drought pulls by,
In shade, she sleeps, in perfect sin,
And though the world's too parched to cry,
There's maple on her chin.
On Thursdays, while earth's frosted white,
The flame beyond her eyes persists,
And though the snow obstructs all sight,
There's nectar on her wrists.
On Friday evenings, dark as coal,
The star-lit curtain's hers to wear,
And though no starlight marks the pole,
There's citrus in her hair.
Her weekday scents give constant call
And ask I taste them all the while,
But Saturday, holds, best of all,
Her pepperminted smile.
Literature
What Vegan Means
The more I learn of other creatures,
I notice we have similar features.
They feel love, fear and pain.
My tears for them they flow like rain.
No one can tell me that a mother
Doesn't cry when she loses her baby...
be her cow or other...
Just so humans can drink from her
The milk intended for her baby, so pure
The innocent child taken away:
If female, will suffer the same fate someday.
If male will be raised to be turned to veal.
The dairy industry wishes to conceal,
That each sip you take that adds too their strife,
Literature
Empathy
Antisocial?
Learn respect.
Anxiety?
Chill out.
Anorexic?
For God's sake, eat!
Avoidant?
Deal with it.
Bipolar?
Find a balance and stick with it.
Bulimic?
There are people dying for that food you waste.
Borderline?
Control yourself, woman!
Dependent?
Stop being so clingy!
Depressed?
Cheer up!
Histrionic?
Do you always have to have the spotlight?
Multiple Personalities?
Yeah right, attention whore.
Narcissistic?
It's not all about you!
Obsessive-Compulsive?
It's not that bad.
Paranoid?
Not everyone is out to get you.
PTSD?
You're just weak.
Schizoid?
You're a cold one, aren't ya?
Schizotypal?
Why you gotta be so weird all the t
Literature
How To Raise A Borderline
Don’t recognize your child’s needs,
or at the very least see them as
secondary to your own.
Ignore your child’s tears;
tell them to buck up.
Better yet,
tell them if they don’t stop crying
you’ll give them something to cry about.
That outta teach ’em.
Weigh them down with adult demands.
Expect them to cook dinner
at nine years old
because you’ll be home late.
Force them to grow up too fast,
or don’t allow them to grow up at all
because in a child’s dependent role
is where you can control them.
Don’t be consistent,
with anything.
Change your values like you change your sex partners
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8,8,8,6 iambics...woo! This took a while, but I enjoyed myself.
Thanks to ~catch-a-falling-star. While I didn't steal her phrase word-for-word, the final line would not have happened without her.
Thanks to ~catch-a-falling-star. While I didn't steal her phrase word-for-word, the final line would not have happened without her.
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Beautiful, and wonderful descriptions. for sure.