Long story short like fine wine ages with time, quotes I’ve been told or heard. So I will breathe, wait, and hope but this writer will warn you I’m about to go on a familiar whining spree. If you been keeping writing tabs along with me. All I can offer you positively is you can read my complaints for free but if you count your time as valuable but still read further on.
ericajeanI love it! Great take on an old saying! I love the part about the phone sneaking texts!
poetryly@ericajean THANKS SO much for the feedback😄it means a lot! This was such a random random write lol.I was like saying to self “Stop already”😆 I’m glad you related plus the old saying. Those sneaky phones😂
lovenotes_from_carolynThere's a whole lot going on right here in this amusingly penned piece; and as per usual, you've put it forth in your wonderfully witty, humorous and endearingly entertaining style! I enjoyed every bit of it; but for your sake, I hope it all gets straightened out really soon!
lovenotes_from_carolynI only take my apples dipped in caramel or baked in a pie. Unlikely to keep the doctor away I suppose, but very worth whatever troubles they may cause. Great take on the challenge, by the way!!
"A picture's worth a thousand words" they say Not to me They don't see how we argued right before exchanging our vows They don't see how you wooed me, entrapped me in your web of lies They can't fathom you manipulated and gaslit every chance you got I picked up the pieces every time we fought Always one-sided, our fights Isn't that how it always is with a narcissist You said you'd change, You said you were afraid to lose me I resisted but finally gave in Giving you a chance to walk all over me once again This time without remorse You came at me with worse The lies became clear, which you did little to hide The threats became more explicit Your venoms in plain sight You have me on your arm in every photograph Muttering under your breath telling me to laugh Not long after, you hit me for the first time You pretend it isn't you and apologize I can't fake it anymore, smiling through abuse The days spent with you feel like a constricting noose But the pictures tell a false tale of felicity and joy Pictures are silent canvases open to interpretation by and by Thus from afar I, a seemingly apt mascot of a perfect marriage, If you look at me closely, like Mona Lisa, my smile disappears, I'm in fact a vacant image of a girl, denied and damaged "...A picture's worth a thousand words" they say Not to me..
If you sow sparingly to wrong you'll reap it sparingly during your harvest season. Too often wrong has been substituted as right, but at what cost? A falling future or lost souls? Too often we seek better, but we can't reach better by applauding wrongdoings and puffing up at that which is right. Because then when you attempt to fight for something right when it benefits you, it's highly unlikely for it to achieve because you decided that burning bridges was better than elevating from the turmoil around you.
Treat others as you'd like to be treated they say, but in reality that never works. I wouldn't like anyone to wake me up just to say goodbye, and here you are breaking the dream line. You wanted someone to tell you what to do, yet I could never imagine why someone would.
You and I are very different, and they insist we act as if we're the same. Same value as humans? Of course, but our needs are quite distinct. I hate when others touch me without asking, and you want others to smother you with love. I want my space, while you need someone attached to the hip.
Can't you see? How a rule where they ask me to act as if you were me could work? When you're not me. I'm not you. And to insist we are is madness.