The One
Once upon a time,
Remembering The One
Love radiated from him
Warmth and light
Like from the sun
Mailed a little note
To answer inner questions
Felt it in her spirit
Undeniable connection
They parted with her broken hearted
She thought their love was lost
Twenty years later he still loved her
She didn’t know till he was gone
When you don’t know how to know anymore
Is love only meant for other people and not for meant me? Why do I try so hard, to witness my defeat?
The magic, the mystery
I thought that I knew
So convinced it was the heart
that spoke the truth
Waited patiently for years
Comforted his fears
Encouraged all his dreams
Silenced all his screams
Her loving words a warm blanket
To comfort on cold nights
He’d rather freeze than take it
For years sat patient by his side
At dawn she woke to realize
He was not there by her side
Never asked how she was doing
Never offered her a ride
Rarely lended her a hand
Irritated when she asked
for a short walk on the sand
Once upon a time,
Remembering The One
Love radiated from him
Warmth and light
Like from the sun
Mailed a little note
To answer inner questions
Felt it in her spirit
Undeniable connection
They parted with her broken hearted
She thought their love was lost
Twenty years later he still loved her
She didn’t know till he was gone
It doesn’t make any sense
Why we’re so convinced
that love is real
What do we go by
if not how we feel?
I don’t know if I’ll know now
If love comes again
Because it all washed away
like a heart in the sand
Shit Job
It was a shit job. Quite literally. I was a 16 year old girl, and did have “farm experience“ as I said. I failed to mention that my dad had a small fruit tree farm, not the kind with horses and barn animals. I thought “yard work” and “spending time with horses” sounded like a nice summer job. Who cares if I have to wake up early! It was $20/hour cash, and to a 16 year old that was pretty good money.
I came wearing gardening gloves and jeans, and happily met with my best friend’s mom who gave me the job at 5:30 in the morning. I would be taking care of their race horses. She handed me a shovel and a wheelbarrow, and we started walking to the fields. I wonder what this is for, I thought. I must be pulling weeds. “I’m kind of behind. I keep meaning to get to this, and can’t by the time the day is done. I’m so grateful for your help. Anyway, you’ll see.”
“Don’t be intimidated” she added. “They can be intimidating.”
As I entered the horses‘ fenced in pasture they cautiously walked towards me. I held still and calm to show I could be trusted. They grew bigger as they got closer. Before I knew it I was face to chest with a mammoth horse! He was so tall my head came to the bottom of his chest (I’m not exaggerating). I had been around horses before, and this was no horse! This was some genetically altered mutant horse. What were they feeding this thing?? I didn’t know they even came in this size. I said “Hey, it’s ok buddy”, in my most soothing voice, to relax him and make him feel comfortable with me. He kicked over the wheelbarrow hard and knocked it over. I gulped. Glad that wasn’t my head.
More than a little intimidated (okay, mildly shaking), I cautiously slipped by the side of the wheelbarrow and dragged it towards me and away from said monster horse. I set it upright and looked ahead of me, down the field a bit. I understood the mission now. “Shit duty”. Bummer. “Well, I’m here now,” I thought and wheeled the battered barrow over to the big open shed. It had three walls, and a forth open, and I realized it served as a giant outdoor porta-potty for the three massive horses that looked like they just stepped off set from a photo op with Muscle magazine. The smell hit me hard like Dorthy’s house falling from the sky. How long has it been since this was cleaned? I held my nose for a second’s relief. The shit was a foot deep, and had both a soft warm and stinky layer and hardened hard to shovel layer. I looked at my sneakers and said good bye. You two have served me well, but I know there will be no coming back from this one.
Two hours later, in 90 degrees and 100 percent humidity, I leaned onto my standing shovel exhausted and looked at my progress. I made a dent in it. There was no way I could finish shoveling out all of the manure by end of shift. I was only due to be there a couple of hours. Sore from shoveling and dehydrated, sweating like a fat rich man with a cigar in a sauna, I called it a day. “$40. Wow.” Forty dollars suddenly didn’t seem like that much money. I stuck it out for the summer, but it really was the shittiest job I have ever had.
Mellow Yellow Donor
She drank some purple Lemonade
Cause she’s vegan
She won’t kill Gators for Gatorade
Or drink dry Seagrams
Knew she had to take the test
In the cup
Yet the liquid that streamed
wasn’t yellow enough
Like a Mojito swimming with spearmint
Her herbs weren’t declared safe by the American government
Yet she needed to work
So she went home late at night
Fervently thru Google she’d search
The order was placed and it felt like Christmas
Maybe not a wish but a job is definitely “to do list”
Wishin away the reality of day is quite useless
But anyway, that little yellow pill bottle of liquid stashed inside her pretty panties
Sweating more then the interview
But probably less than the Grammys
But she knew she’d need the weed to keep sanity
If she was to serve humanity in some sort of capacity
Two weeks later the test came confirmed
she was the new owner of a day job she earned
Bills paid for the lovely stoner
And she couldn’t do anything other
than thank God
And praise her mellow yellow donor
ChaChiRox
@story @CreativeChaos my real name is Rachel. When I was four I insisted my name was ChaChi. My family has called me ChaChi ever since. And of course, I rock ;). Nah, jk, when I was down on myself I had a friend who would text me simply "you rock"! or "you're a rock star"! . I've learned to tell myself that or "I love you" when I'm hard on myself. I like to believe what you speak or think you convince yourself (& others) of those things...eventually, hopefully manifesting positive realities.
Hungry -No Money
Stomach in pain
No food to eat
While I'm sitting in a cubicle
Down on Main Street
Trying to support two kids-all me
It's insanity
Pressure's making me want to scream!
Got me nail-biting, smoking, drinking
Heart-racing, fast breathing
Anger rising in me!
Sick of living in Philly
Old windows seeping out heat
Cold while I sleep
There's no sleep for me
Got to find a way out
Warm water, peace
I dream of the beach
I believe you choose to perceive
Anything's within reach!
So I keep sending resumes
Finding a job that suits me
Can't wear a suit
It's a trap
I want to be free
Fight like a Brave
I'd do anything to break free
Push me, no sleep, poetry
Masters Degree, no opportunities
Open up for me
Hungry, pain in my tummy
For bills I've got no money
Feeling stuck with nobody
Someday I'll walk out the door
Go to Califor
Life's going to be sunny and warm
I'll make my own music
I know I can do it
Determined and hungry
But for now
I'm stuck hungry
My tummy rumbly
And I've got no money