cities swept away in floods countries withering in droughts men, women, children breathing their last in terrible famine we’re all panting in this massive heat waves Greenland is melting… what have we done to mother earth she is crying and still we ignore when will this madness and cruelty end countries still burn carbon massively mother earth shakes from the tickles- and we’ve seen the damages if you’ve not, ask them that were visited by hurricane Ida or those forest fires chasing all away, who knows it feels it …
emails pinging all day-
'we regret to inform you,
we are sorry'
messages from them, hurting
texts whistling all day-
'you should have, you need to
just loose pound, please hit the gym this year
here's a plan that works'
give me some space to think
I know I'll hurt this year,
I know I'll smile this year,
I know I'll cry and laugh this year
Let me do it my way this year
I might pen some plans down
I might strikethrough the same plans
the come back and write them again with new verbs
This year I do it scared,
this year I do it however it comes
Written in response to dVerse Prompts. Responding to the statement “Your self-worth is not in your inbox”. I am scared of my mail box, tis full of ‘regret to inform you…’ mails.
Let’s go out a dance, Pick your drinks, Choose your mock-tails Taste my iced tea, Bring her that pear and punch He’s asking for more ice cubes Stand up and dance Steal a glance And ask her Don’t be shy inside the bar
Dying on faces, kill hearts So they say And ask that you play a smile I try, I try But its often crooked Never genuine, never real- Images sent from the heart never lie And I think to myself- ‘Dying hearts often kill faces’ For the heart kens And face reveals So then Why ask for my smile when my heart cries Or, maybe dying on faces, kill hearts who knows…
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