Why do people bully other people? Why do people so poorly regulate their own mental health and well-being?
Tag: poem
Not Too Good Today – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
Not too good today. Just sort of making my way. Anxiety is a sentence, and I have many to say.
Highrise – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
The challenge, the new challenge, it does excite me. And the lifting of barriers and weights, it is enticing.
Tap, Tap, Tap – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
Tap-tap-tap — we hand out the school milk, and we notice it is curdled and has turned sour
Simple Days – Written Thursday 4th March 2025 (Aged 50)
What else is there to say, caught as we are in the swell of what felt like simpler days
White Gold – Written Monday 3rd March 2025 (Aged 50)
“It’s a shame emotional intelligence, empathy, and compassion remain so remote.”
Look At You – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
“How far has society shifted for such things to be a joke?”
How Did We Arrive Here? – Written Monday 3rd March 2025 (Aged 50)
“How can it be that once, everything seemed optimistic — at least in the world we faced?”
Baffled by Free Market Capitalism – Written Friday 21st February 2025 (Aged 49)
“Free markets are never free, and it’s a card game where you can never stick.”
Safe and Sound – Written Friday 21st February 2025 (Aged 49)
“There is no control. There is no control. And there is no way to find a personal safe and sound.”
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 