[Ptooey!]01
Disclaimer: Ptooey! is the result of a brain fart or brain spit, whichever has the higher velocity, and I'd like to think that since it's truly just an involuntary jerk of the boss organ, it should not be taken seriously into consideration lest it becomes much more self absorbed in its gooey glory. Unfortunately since now and then said brain needs to metabolize and dump all the crap it has taken under its grey matters, Ptooey! is inevitable and quite often a hazardous experience. Do enjoy.
I Want
I. The Wants
I want to see the stars, but the city's sky blinds me.
I want to sleep, but the only slumber I get is through pills.
I want to eat, but the thoughts of calorie and image prey on my appetite.
I want to breathe, but the air is full of molecules I'd rather not inhale.
I want to read, but lately the TV seems more interesting.
I want to write, but at the last minute I always succeed in postponing.
I want to run, but they way people stare stops me.
I want to tell a story, but my lips are dry and others never care.
(or so I think)
II. The Needs
I want to walk past a billboard without feeling a twinge of awe.
I want to see people without analyzing their clothes, hair, or pimples.
I want to smile without feeling dumb.
I want to laugh without covering my teeth.
I want to look in the mirror and be satisfied. Always.
I want to talk, be listened, and be praised.
I want to score high on internet quizzes, at least those who talk about how special I am.
I want to feel important
(and do tell if you can't live without me!)
III. The Musts
I want to stop being a victim of my own doing.
I want to get up early in the morning.
I want to keep the promise to exercise thirty minutes a day. Okay, fifteen.
I want to be faithful to my writings.
I want to continue working and earning.
I want to say what I really think.
I want to think with little assumption and lots of care.
I want to live.
(without anymore excuses)
I Want
I. The Wants
I want to see the stars, but the city's sky blinds me.
I want to sleep, but the only slumber I get is through pills.
I want to eat, but the thoughts of calorie and image prey on my appetite.
I want to breathe, but the air is full of molecules I'd rather not inhale.
I want to read, but lately the TV seems more interesting.
I want to write, but at the last minute I always succeed in postponing.
I want to run, but they way people stare stops me.
I want to tell a story, but my lips are dry and others never care.
(or so I think)
II. The Needs
I want to walk past a billboard without feeling a twinge of awe.
I want to see people without analyzing their clothes, hair, or pimples.
I want to smile without feeling dumb.
I want to laugh without covering my teeth.
I want to look in the mirror and be satisfied. Always.
I want to talk, be listened, and be praised.
I want to score high on internet quizzes, at least those who talk about how special I am.
I want to feel important
(and do tell if you can't live without me!)
III. The Musts
I want to stop being a victim of my own doing.
I want to get up early in the morning.
I want to keep the promise to exercise thirty minutes a day. Okay, fifteen.
I want to be faithful to my writings.
I want to continue working and earning.
I want to say what I really think.
I want to think with little assumption and lots of care.
I want to live.
(without anymore excuses)