Weak

This IS me caring
If only I was strong before
I am weak
I am silent
I write
I weep

Older. Wiser?

We grow older
And we grow wiser
Sometimes not at the same rate
Sometimes one before the other

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Buzzword: Downward

Downward spiral is the buzzword for today
Depression, my friend, where have you been
Don't pass me by without sufficient muse
Deposit my fair share of daily inspiration

Hell Pays by the Hour

I need to get away from this company
it's a downward spiral of dishonest people
and I don't want to go down with the sinking ship

It's an us against them mentality; win or quit
I refuse to be one of us and I'm not one of them
when push comes to shove, I'll be on the outside

I'm terrified I'm going to start fielding blame
I comprehend what my responsibilities are
but still defer to what is and is not my fault

(08-22-11)

I'm tired of making multi-layer ethical decisions
Daily
For my career
Where the honest one gets screwed

I feel like it's me against the company
Why does my resolve falter so much
In the face of authority
When I don't even care
I daily near the point of begging
To be fired

(10-10-2011)

Wrong Side of the Bed

I'm mad at the world today
I need to go back to bed
because apparently
I woke up on the wrong side

Self-Imposed

What part of this necessary
Which portion self-imposed

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Wedding Planning

Planning a wedding might make me an alcoholic
If it doesn't, I'm going to blame it on the wedding, anyway.

I talk to the dresses
and wink at my bourbon

Higher

I don't want to come down. I only want to go higher.

Corn

So, I'm not sleeping tonight. Not by choice. I think I would if I could. It is a result of some combination of messed up sleep schedule and several hundred mgs of caffeine throughout the day. I've been wedding planning in my head and on paper some, played some scrabble on my phone, and did attempt to sleep. In my head, for some reason, I started going through what food I have. I decided I was hungry, and that I haven't had sufficient veggies lately, and so landed, mentally, on the frozen corn in the recesses of my freezer. I thawed out some corn that my mother gave me many years ago - I've been making my way through it slowly - and added some spice. And so, here I sit, enjoying my spicy, July of 2008 corn, at 4am.

On Cobwebs and Cat Hair

Corners filled with cobwebs and cat hair is the fabric of which nightmares are made.

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