Saturday, January 18, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Monday
Traipsing
Into meetings with nothing
Creating reports
Kindly declining responsibilities
Treating my moments
Obliging the boredom
Caffieine is careening through
Kicking myself in
Trembling
Into another day
Carefully landing before
Killing off the buzz
Today is the second to last
Over puddles, I go jumping
Coughing up the last
Knee sock hiked up, unmatched
-B. M. Musson
Into meetings with nothing
Creating reports
Kindly declining responsibilities
Treating my moments
Obliging the boredom
Caffieine is careening through
Kicking myself in
Trembling
Into another day
Carefully landing before
Killing off the buzz
Today is the second to last
Over puddles, I go jumping
Coughing up the last
Knee sock hiked up, unmatched
-B. M. Musson
Sunday, January 12, 2014
It Kept Him At Bay
He told me that it was my casual openess,
my lack of fear in the face of propriety,
my unwillingness to yield to others
and their staunch expectations of me.
How have I been tasked with this,
to bare a love for someone who doesn’t
understand
but never demands?
Someone who refuses to see,
believe,
or trust in the honesty of me.
But in that moment I saw myself
as the person I needed beside me,
to champion my choices in life;
to fill the well of which I freely give
my heart,
my mind,
my laughter,
my stories,
my time.
© Britny Musson
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