poem

Poetic Just Us

/ Karina Pinella / 8 Comments

(2nd of a mini-series of taking poetic license)

We had rollicking times,
We got away with all kinds of crimes
Because it was just us.

We had our share of ups and downs,
Though we managed to bury our frowns
Because It was just us.

But the bad days would multiply,
And we just wanted to cry
Because it was just us.

We became so unhappy,
We went through years of therapy
Because it was just us.

I woke from my repression,
Which lifted the depression,
And realized my true identity;
It was just me.

My subconsciousness
Had made up just us.

Image: Pixabay

1st of the mini-series: Poetic Just Is
3rd
4th
5th

Poetic Just Is

/ Karina Pinella / 11 Comments

(1st of a mini-series of taking poetic license)

I made a decision.
Stop with the inquisition.
It just is.

My mind is made,
Nothing more to be weighed.
It just is.

Simply admire the gloss,
And accept that I’m my own boss.
It just is.

There’s no age limit
To getting a mullet.
So get used to it.

Image: Pixabay

You may also want to see:
2nd of the mini-series
3rd of the mini-series
4th of the mini-series
5th and last of the mini-series

Absence

/ Karina Pinella / 14 Comments

Missed two blog post days,
I will have to plead the fifth–
Just for the summer.*

*Through the end of August, I will be posting every five days, unless I write a mini-series. In that case, it would be every other day until the series is finished. Please do read past posts you may have missed!

Awakened

/ Karina Pinella / 7 Comments

Celebrate yourself,
Accept your significance,
For you are worthy.

Regardless of fate,
You make your own happiness;
It comes from within.

A purposeful life
Is to always be present.
Find joy in small things.

Barfly, Beware!

/ Karina Pinella / 6 Comments

I want to tell you a tale
About what happened in Dubai.
One night after drinking ale,
I ran over this tall guy.
He had a long, forked tail
That he stuck into my eye.
Then he dragged me down to hell,
Where I stayed in a hot and smelly cell.

Image: Pixabay