Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[PoeticWitch]

Life happens
Shit happens
Crap happens
Get the hell over it
And move on

Sometimes bad things happen
Sometimes crappy things happen
Sometimes shitty things happen
In the end you cannot change the past
So accept it, suck it up and move the fuck on

It might not be your fault
Or her fault
Or my fault
Or even his fault
But fault doesn't matter, deal with it

I don't mean to sound like a bitch
But does it truly matter whose fault it is?
Can it be taken back? Or does it change the outcome?
Does it matter why in the long run?
It happened, with or without your approval, so deal

Deal with what you have
Try to make tomorrow better
For you and everyone else around you
That is all you can do
Unless you like misery, then stew in the mess by yourself

[PoeticWitch]

The bed
A sacred place
Of comfort
Of love
Of safety

While we sleep
We battle for the covers
Elbows in the ears
Me sawing logs so loud
That the neighbors complain

You poke me to shut me up
I steal the covers because I am freezing
I hit you with a pillow for the offending elbow
But as I whimper and cry
You wrap your arms around me to comfort me from my nightmare

In the wee hours of the morning
You shower me with kisses
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
As I snuggle closer to you
Sharing the blankets as I share my love

Even though there might be a battle
In this very bed at night
When the morning comes
Our love will shine through
For you and for me.

[PoeticWitch]

Wandering
Through the corners of my mind
But not really corners
More like our given world
Round and never ending

Some places full of sunshine
And happiness
Like dancing in a field of flowers
And butterflies
That I want to share with all

There are dark places though
Crevices hiding the wickedest of creatures
I stand guard all day and all night
To protect the ones I love
To keep the darkness back where it belongs

But always there must be a balance
Between the light and the dark
If there is more of one then the other
A battle of will ensues in my mind
The balance must be kept

Too much happiness
Is fake and hides darkness
All too easily
Too much darkness
Leads to a path of sorrow

In the end
Either more light or more dark
I would be alone
Willing or not
There must always be a balance

Between Light and Dark

[PoeticWitch]

My help forthcoming
But you turn up your nose
And scoff
As if it isn't good enough for you

I don't pretend to know all
I don't think I have all the answers
I know I am not some degreedified professional
But I am trying to help

But that isn't good enough
Maybe living life gives me better answers
I have better credentials than any therapists little piece of paper
Because I have lived life and made similar mistakes already

So don't turn up your nose at me
Don't make that scoffing noise at me
Unplug your ears and listen with an open mind
You might learn everything you need to know

[PoeticWitch]

One step forward
Two steps to the left
Three steps back
Four steps to the right

Are we dancing?
Are we playing a game?
I feel as if I am spinning
Spinning out of control

Is this a game we play?
A dance move we do to get through it?
The complicated game of life
That we have no control of

Lets waltz across the floor
Lets dance as if we know
As if we know what we are doing
When we really don't

As long as you are at my side
This game, this dance
It isn't so bad as all that
You are my love and you make it all worthwhile

So lets waltz, lets dance
Through this game of life
Always together forever
Me holding you and you holding me.

[PoeticWitch]

Sleep so fleeting
Dreams too close to reality
Cannot tell what is real
What is insanity

I am no prophetess
But sometimes these dreams are eerily real
Of things that have not happen
But of things that could happen

So haunting
So confusing
So real it pulls on my heart strings
I wake feeling lost and alone

In the world of dreams
There are no answers
So easily forthcoming
So patiently I wait

[PoeticWitch]

What is real
What is a dream
I can no longer tell

My brain is failing me
In telling me the difference
Between dream and reality

You would think it would be easy
When I dream of famous people
Like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

But when I am in the midst of the dream
I cannot differentiate
Because it is literally so realistic

No they aren't dreams of sex
They aren't dreams of chasing bad guys with him
Or him chasing me

Just a dream of the terribly mundane
As if my life isn't mundane enough
Yay here we are in Mundania!

Going to lay back down now
Maybe I will wake in some exciting life
I didn't know I had, that explains why I dream mundane.