Routine Compulsion

Routine daydream. by vampire-zombie
Routine daydream. by vampire-zombie

Routine Compulsion

Younger me
ran and rebelled
against the thought
of anything routine
Though my very existence
depended upon it
I hated the trap
of mundane
repetitive tasks
Fighting for freedom
in my mind
flying and crashing
into the dark abyss
of failure
countless times
before I finally gave in
made an effort
to understand
and do
timely things
in a timely way
without getting bored
I found
in my dissension
my true growth
Instead of trying to escape
certain tasks done every day
I rose to soar
like never before
I found I could
let go the reins
holding me back
from becoming
SOMEthing
I wanted to be
focus to climb
and time
wasted
on procrastination
became usable
doable
I wondered why I
fought for so long
against
living my dreams
My compulsion to follow
a set of routines
probably saved my life
from diabetes
and turned my nightmares
into daydreams
into me.

© LTM 11/07/14

2014 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 7

House of Cards

house of cards. by hanselbender
house of cards. by hanselbender

House of Cards

Searching and viewing
picking and choosing
sitting and waiting
paperwork shuffle
drafting revisions
Chinese whispers
and passing the buck

Trying to buy
to finally move
delay after delay
extensions in sway
on the last leg now
only to find
double bait and switch
was the main game at play

We could just stop
cut our losses and walk
grieve the ideas
invested with care
not to mention the time
and money we’d have wasted

Just three more days
a last chance for all
and either way
ceremoniously or not
all win or all lost
these games shall
come to a close

The end

© LTM 11/01/14

2014 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 1

Dreamland Lies

D R E A M L A N D by JaM-FaiRY
D R E A M L A N D by JaM-FaiRY

Dreamland Lies

Nightmares calling
from behind my eyes
see darkness falling
on broken skies.

Starved of rest,
I improvise
the truths of life
my mind denies.

Frustration builds
as my heart tries
to release its fear
of Dreamland’s lies.

Sleep will come,
I would surmise,
in submission to
deprivation’s guise

with stillness and
the silent highs
of surrendered will
and it’s muffled cries –

but nightmares calling
from behind my eyes
see darkness falling
on broken skies…

© 02/07/14