The thing about being left handed.

Ok right handed people you may not know this, but as a left handed person we often suffer in silence and pain. You may wonder what am I talking about. Give me a minute and I’ll tell you. Yesterday I purchased a lawnmower. And here is something you right hand people don’t think about, the cord you pull is on the right side. And while in the past I had know real problems pulling the cord. This cord happened to be longer than all the others. Therefore I actually had to have my sister hold on to the mower so I could pull the cord. My sister has a bad shoulder. Anyways I digress. You see most things are made for right handed people. See examples below 😄

I did even know there was a such thing. Only that my scissors hurt my thumb.

They never really have one except for a back catcher

See the pull cord
We hold it upside down.

Already over your head. See there is no desk for a left handed person

I might be in one of my moods. Oh yeah. How could I forget the guitar. The left handed guitar is hard to find and when you find them they are way more expensive. I have bought over 5 guitars in my lifetime only to learn that their was such thing as a left handed guitar

I could go on but I am tired and some of you just don’t get it. Anyways I’m through complaining 😀. Left handed people we stick together. Ink on our hands and all.

Tumultuous Thursday

The real hoax

He knew everything

And nothing

He spoke often

But not real words

When shone the truth

He called it absurd

And when his false world fail apart

He blamed everyone else, of course we all knew this part

The beginning of the end

There were no words to spend

No only truth believe me, believe me folks

Through all the deep state, he is the real hoax.

By hmaxwell

Poems on Sunday

Possible

You had the warning

And you closed your ears

You wanted love

Instead, you got tears

From your own eyes

They fell, silently was your cryies

You could go,are stay

Make a decision,either way

Love shouldn’t be an obstacle

Should you go…. possible

Poems on Sunday

Only God knows

Only God knows

That I prayed everyday for us to make it

That I tried all the time until I could not fake it

Only God knows

How I stayed up late at night waiting for you to come home

And that even when you where with me,I still felt all alone

Only God knows

I was sad and yet somehow happy when we where finally through

I celebrate the good and bad,God knows I’m finally over you

Tumultuous Thursday

This is me

I’m short, sometimes loud

Sometimes I feel shame,sometimes I stand proud

I have made many mistakes

Perhaps more than a few

I except , this is me

Can you except you

Poems on Sunday

Trapped

The relationship was over

If only in her head

Today she would move forward

No need to beg

For forgiveness or beg to stay

It was the time to leave

Run fast and far away

But with only a dream and no map

She would probably be running forever, right now she felt trapped

Tumultuous Thursday

I danced

I stood quietly, and watched him go

Holding my breath, I quickly locked the door

And then, I turned the music as loud as I could

I danced, and danced, It felt so good

I wasn’t sad that he had left

No those where tears of joy I wept

It’s over now, I think I’ll sing a bit louder

I finally stood up for me and I couldn’t be more prouder

Poems on Sunday

But somehow I loved you

I didn’t trust you

But somehow I loved you

I saw the red flags

And choose to be color blind

I wanted it to work

Therefore I was always in denial

It was bad,fun, happy, then sad

Now it’s over,now I’m glad