“No Amendment to the Constitution is Absolute”
In a brief second, slavery and sufferage are back on the table.
Not a single media story on this gaff.
Not a single complaint.
Covfefe instantly went viral.
Your loss of rights doesn't even warrant a glance.
You are being played for the ignorant fools you are.
No wonder you voted Democrat.
Restarting...
I can hear it call to me,
it is very disturbing.
The call gets slightly louder,
walls folding like a sheet of paper.
Origamy wafers.
It's an organised danger,
butterflies in me crater.
I'm getting crazier
in every call per unit hunger.
You erase my utility
to love you lesser.
The wild as life,
a creeping fever
encroach my files,
redacted headlines
of you taking over
my world in ink time.
It calls to me...
soaks my pillow
in a passionate steam.
Cringes my thoughts,
reforming it pathways,
the entire network.
You're the malware
untangling my firewall.
My systems are shuting down
to install the update
I need to amplify the call of loving you
deeper than the further deep.
Got stuck in a rut
Trying to be some form of perfect.
Couldn’t stick to that schedule
Couldn’t keep to those plans.
It became a prison;
Stuck in a cell, the walls erected by my own hands.
It took a blast into the past
A memory; well, a few.
No more cells; spontaneity can’t be caged
No more stringency; free spirits shouldn’t be tied up.
Expectations
I feel like I'm holding more than I can carry,
I feel like everyday a new expectation of what my life should be is laid down on me.
Through all this, I try to be everything you want me to be.
Through all this, I carry my head high and fake a smile,
Though I'm hurting from all the weight.
Hoping expectations can stop being made before it's too late.
These expectations just fill me with self-hate.
Warning: this secret is not as deep as the others.
I'll be brief. My mom had this special nut butter. You know, the one you buy at Costco? Those big industrial jars that tout buzzwords and phrases like "vegan!" "gluten-free!" "ecologically friendly!" "One of these jars can feed a family in Tanzania for a year!"
I knocked it off of its pantry shelf while she was traveling abroad and it hit the floor, and the stupid glass jar broke (did you know that glass breaks easily?) immediately, leaving me a huge pile of superfood nut butter to scrape off the ground. I had to wipe the floor at least five times and burn six candles to eradicate the intense smell of peanut butter in the house.
Three days later she came back from her trip. And nothing. No comments about the nut butter. A week went by. Two. Three. A whole whopping month later, she muttered something about a nut butter she had bought specifically from Costco.
I cannot believe I had the guts to say it but I did it shamelessly.
"Mom, did you not hear Dad complain about gaining weight recently? He totally eats five tablespoons of nut butter a day. He finished it before you left on your trip."
To this day, she does not buy nut butter because she wants to help him lose weight.
....Also....My dad hates nut butter. He also found some 'strange stains' on the tile in our kitchen recently. Oops.
