I see through what you’re offering and I don’t think I’ll try it
A million different ways to go but none will lead to quiet
Don’t bite the hand don’t smite the land unless you’ve paid the piper
Once you do you will find the tune gets harder to decipher
Be wary of those who will try to preach that their pasture yields more harvest
More oft than not you’re apt to find it’s you who scoops the garbage
As a Chronically ill girlie who cant always drive, the service you guys do is much appreciated.
Thank you for your hard work and willingness to do the thing!
All the dashers I have had the pleasure of having have been fast, reliable, and friendly. And my food has never been tampered with.
I’m sorry for some of y’all’s experiences, Ive been reading some of the posts here and I am appalled!
To all you dashers out there kicking ass, I hope you all get tipped well for your efforts.
I keep my head between incisors so I won’t wither on the vine
The pressure keeps me smiling when I don’t want to be alive
I use them to poke holes in thoughts that reside underneath my mattress
Sometimes I like to let them fight and watch to see what happens
Because there always are the winning seeds that fight to be on top
But plagues of locusts sweep on through and decimate my crops
So I’ll toil through the soil to find the last remaining seeds
And hope and pray there will come a day when they won’t be choked by weeds
Little Timmy Tugboat set his course and sails.
Everywhere he stops to drop, his anchor
never fails.
He sits upon the stormy rocks to watch the sea foam faster.
Watching all the waves roll by, content they have no master.
The wily sea cares not for dreams of where some boy will conquer.
It will chew you up and thrash you out and in its depths you’ll flounder.
But little Timmy cared little for the warnings sailors bade him.
His blood sings away from shores,he feels the land does chain him.
So out he goes into the unknown; those dark uncharted waters.
For it’s in the sea that he will be until his soul is harbored.
This one I wrote about my late husband when we first started dating. Miss you fucker. Hope you found Peace 🫶
I was lonely, so I built myself a friendship.
One that I could turn to when I felt the facade slip.
All it took was a set of wooden eyes, resting on a porcelain face, and a scarecrow body that never dies.
I whispered to my friend all my sordid details, and with every word I confessed it started to fill its entrails.
I felt a pulse once, or at least I thought I did. And there seemed to be some color in that face of porcelain.
One night when I was sleeping, my friend skinned me while still alive. It creeped its smile towards me, then it crawled up deep inside.
Now it lives out all the secrets that I had filled its empty head. No one is the wiser, they all think it’s me instead.
But next time that you stop and ponder why my gaze looks a little wooden, and my grin a tad bit thin, you’d never guess the truth is that the friend I built is living in my skin.
*TW: reference to suicide
“Try to find me” says my conscience as I start to lose my mind.
“You can’t hide me” screams my demons as they crawl out from inside.
“Please don’t lose me” pleads my self control but my Will is getting weak.
“You must use me” whispers the inner voice, yet my tongue is too thick to speak.
So I’ll drown out all these voices that rage inside my head.
Time to shut off all the lights and ignore what all they’ve said.
I don’t need to heed the words they say if I just cease to exist.
What if I put the barrel in my mouth and blow them all a kiss…
-Onlyprimeisfine
I was lonely, so I built myself a friendship.
One that I could turn to when I felt the facade slip.
All it took was a set of wooden eyes, resting on a porcelain face, and a scarecrow body that never dies.
I whispered to my friend all my sordid details, and with every word I confessed it started to fill its entrails.
I felt a pulse once, or at least I thought I did. And there seemed to be some color in that face of porcelain.
One night when I was sleeping, my friend skinned me while still alive. It creeped its smile towards me, then it crawled up deep inside.
Now it lives out all the secrets that I had filled its empty head. No one is the wiser, they all think it’s me instead.
But next time that you stop and ponder why my gaze looks a little wooden, and my grin a tad bit thin, you’d never guess the truth is that the friend I built is living in my skin.
-Onlyprimeisfine
Just want to get it off my chest before tomorrow.
I have two great kids. my husband passed going on 7 years ago this year. He was an ass about Mother’s Day, because “I wasn’t his mother”. My own mother is an abusive POS who is cut out of my life. I hate celebrating Mother’s Day but I go through the motions for my kids sake.
They like to make me tea and toast for breakfast so I can have breakfast in bed and they love to surprise me with what they made at school.
It feels weird to buy myself things for Mother’s Day, so I don’t (it’s also not in budget) and this year I just… I dunno. I’m just really in my feelings over it.
I didn’t choose to be a single mom but I CHOSE to stay single to raise my babies as best I could. It’s so hard and a thankless job to boot.
My kids are so sweet, and I appreciate what they do for me.
I am sad for the way things played out is all.
**Edit to clarify: I don’t want this post to come off as whiny. I posted it here because I am grieving the loss of my husband still. Im at a stage with the grief where I am more angry than sad with him due to how he left us. I am so angry that he is gone and that he left me to carry all the burden of parenthood alone.
I’m grieving the loss of a mother presence in my life, for mine is a deep well of toxicity and trauma. I wish I had the support and love and guidance that I idealize in what l didn’t have growing up. The longer I am a mother, the harder it is to wrap my head around how my own mom was and I grieve the childhood I never got and I weep for what younger me was subjected to.
I don’t have much of a support system in my life and I don’t want my kids to see me cry. Stupid commercialized holidays.