Is she jealous or angry?
That's the whole daamn thing
She's jealous for sure
The rest is her projecting

Find me laughing
Because it's so fuucking predictable
The "everyday" is everyday
But does that make the ending avoidable?

That's surely a possibility
But I'm not allowed to say I want to end it
Though the heart strings search out the fingers
Are those thoughts event independent?

I hate to admit it
But relationships are just a buffer
Maybe only a classic bowling lane bumper
Because you'll hate to know that know I am no longer finding that I'm stuck here
...

®2025

Think of the moments,
You stop everything, and stare,
Sometimes, not looking at anything,
Sorting, energy, into thoughts,
That arrive so fast, out of no where,
The best ideas & solutions,
Are not always, a long drawn out plan,
Often they just arrive,
As if someone, just placed them in your hand.


The original: Tom maxwell 05/27/2025AD

The star's in the dark sky,
Are just a reflection of the sun's light,
They never touch, each other,
Only the reflection, of the rays,
Connects them, a few hours, during the night.
Like when someone say's they love you,
Although, your alone in bed every night,
As your thoughts start to drift,
Will tomorrow, be another dark cloudy day,
Or will the sky be clear,
And your day will shine very bright.


The original Tom Maxwell  05/27/2025 AD

This bends my mind.
Welds my thoughts, turning them into gold.
The heartbeat within me slows and speaks.
It twists like metal wrapping around my being.
Like the beams of highway lights, the day's light lingers.
It lingers in a wayward manner,
seemingly afraid to depart,
turning in and wielding light.
Inside out, it seeks a dark place to shelter.  
This life surrounds me.  
It’s paper confetti and barbed wire—  
always bending and never breaking,  
celebrating and awakening.  
Tell me, what is it that we are forsaking?

-Rhia Clay

Your thoughts & dreams, guide you through, this life’s stay,
They can change with decisions and opportunities, in many ways,
   Some can bring you comfort, as if a companion, on a lonely day, Visions, take time, something you do now must fade.
You can create many excuses, convince your self to hold and stay,
Or you can take the dream,  decide, what in your life, to set aside.
Do you need the change or you more afraid of a tear, in your eye,
Answer is inside of you, the  way to know, a positive attitude, try,
Some dreams, you have in this life, you wish they would come true,
A question  how to create them, where to start, what is there to do,
Will it be the right path,  a positive direction, only you can choose.




The original: Tom Maxwell  © 5/22/2025 AD