Monday feels
like a dying sun
like hope that fades
when the day is done
Monday feels
like an icy breeze
you’ve lost your gloves
and you’re gonna freeze
Monday feels
like drowning tears
your face is wet
you’ve aged a million years
Monday feels
like a melting crayon
you drag your feet
you say, “i think i can”
Agh, these were the Monday vibes I was totes feeling yesterday.
–AJM
saying yes instead of no
i’ve become the “it girl,” yeah
no longer a disappointment
Hope you are well. I’m struggling with some kind of sickness…again!! 😭 It’s been difficult lately.
Just got to keep writing!
–AJM
no one told me
that when you get older
those friends you saw everyday
won’t be around as much
those girl shopping days
nights out at the bar, dancin’
or slumber parties
don’t happen as often
because we’ve got families
and adult responsibilities
and making plans
is like getting the planets to align
and one one told me
that one night
you’ll watch a video
about two friends
and it’ll bring back a sudden ache
for those carefree nights
where a drink at a bar and a DD
were the only things we were worried about
and no one told me
that you’ll miss your friends
like a promise you can’t keep
like a cloud that blew across the sun
a hollow longing
that hollars down an empty road
and that one day
we got together for a slumber party
wished on stars together
and told secrets
for the last time
shining in
the inky black
i tip my head back
and dream
we plug in
and as joy drains away
so does our hope
to do something for ourselves
and then the week ends
and it’s monday again
I had a dream I visited aliens
they left their spaceship on the moon
yet in the time they left it
I stepped on it like a balloon
and it didn’t pop or float away
it shattered and made a mess
for the rest of the dream they chased me
trying to get me to confess
the space ship was red and white
like a plastic bobber on the lake
it hovered over my parents house
so close it made the windows shake
and each time they looked for me
I ran away to some place new
getting more and more exhausted
as my paranoia grew
I was so afraid and full of fear
but I never saw their faces
I just ran away from the truth I knew
that I was lacking in social graces
Once again, it’s not Monday. I didn’t want to be away for the next few days and not post anything. This one is actually written from a dream I had a month or so ago. I have strange dreams a lot and might consider writing more on them.
I hope everyone has a nice week and to those of us in the US – a very Happy Thanksgiving!! ❤️
~AJM
To the Opposition:
A woman should be president
Do we have enough accessories?
Should we pin up your politics?
Should we clean up the mess we see?
Should we tie up a policy
in a neat little bow?
There’s no reason for drama
please, enough with the show
We’re not your courtesans
Or eye candy on stage
We’re not here to flaunt your ribbons
While you trap us in a cage
We won’t type your memos
while you admire our bra size
We’ll file your harassment along with
all your stupid small-pinched-lies
And while you slander us
We’re tying our kids shoes
We’re fighting in combat zones,
making headlines in the news
We’re scientists and astronauts
We’re surgeons and vets
We have our own voices and money
But there’s been no presidency yet
And while we gather our courage,
you tell us that we’re weak
Please shut your damn mouth
and let the women speak
We’ll tell you
A woman should be president
It’s not about IF we can
It’s because men are afraid
because we’re smarter than them
Hah…I love this one. And not just because it’s about women’s rights and all that good stuff. It’s because this poem is sure to piss some people off…and I’m here for it. Boy, am I here for it.
I dread the results of this election. The next few days are going to be so stressful. Here’s hoping! <3🤞🗳️
~AJM
For Halloween 🎃 ❤️
parents are still mommy and daddy
even at age thirty-six
this wrench in your gut tells you
don’t leave me
i need you
Some of my classmates are getting old
I see the wrinkles beneath their eyes
Their hair is gray, their children are grown
Were the dreams we dreamed just lies
Some said
I want to go to Hollywood and party with the stars
I’ll own a house in malibu and several shiny cars
I’ll paint with fields of color and start an artist’s revolution
I’ll save the whales and sea turtles and remove plastics from the ocean
And still for others
These dreams are dreams left up high on an empty shelf
But the biggest dream I ever dreamed was the life I live myself
A. J. Morse 