We default into patterns that are not who we are.
Playing the role of what we become.
Accepting as normal the constant acceptances.
We emerge into abstraction when pushed from the box.
Revealing the self we one wanted to be.
Encouraging the attempts at being courageous.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Day 58
Not completely sure what to make of this one. It just kind of came out, and I thought it was interesting enough to share.
Countdown
5, 6, 7, 8
share the world
and make
a
date.
4, 3, 2, 1
count the days
till dawn
is
done.
Countdown
5, 6, 7, 8
share the world
and make
a
date.
4, 3, 2, 1
count the days
till dawn
is
done.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Day 57
Today, I again sought inspiration from my dictionary app's "word of the day". I found a great word in the December archives. Umbriferous: casting or making shade. This is the result.
Stop Hiding
I feel you shrinking,
becoming less of a person.
Your words are few
Your opinions rare
Your feelings stifled.
Why do you cower?
I feel you creeping,
inching out of your self-made cage.
Your steps indecisive
Your battle suppressed
Your successes negated.
Why do you give up?
Stop Hiding
I feel you shrinking,
becoming less of a person.
Your words are few
Your opinions rare
Your feelings stifled.
Why do you cower?
I feel you creeping,
inching out of your self-made cage.
Your steps indecisive
Your battle suppressed
Your successes negated.
Why do you give up?
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Day 56
Today's submission requires a little explanation.
Step 1: Find some inspiration. I checked out the Dictionary app on my phone. It has a "word of day" feature that has often provided some very interesting words. It did not disappoint. That word is the title of this poem.
Step 2: Find a format. I went with a "cinquain".
According to http://www.writing.com, the definition of a cinquain is:
There are two types of cinquain. The first is a short format with 22 syllables. There are five lines with the syllables arranged like this: 2-4-6-8-2. The second type comes in two styles, unrhymed but themed.
Line 1: one word
Line 2: two words describing the title
Line 3: three words (an action)
Line 4: four words (a feeling)
Line 5: one word referring to the first line
Without further ado....
Sciamachy
Battle
Vicious fight to death
Struggling hard to survive
Disillusioned by the losses
Raging.
Step 1: Find some inspiration. I checked out the Dictionary app on my phone. It has a "word of day" feature that has often provided some very interesting words. It did not disappoint. That word is the title of this poem.
Step 2: Find a format. I went with a "cinquain".
According to http://www.writing.com, the definition of a cinquain is:
There are two types of cinquain. The first is a short format with 22 syllables. There are five lines with the syllables arranged like this: 2-4-6-8-2. The second type comes in two styles, unrhymed but themed.
Line 1: one word
Line 2: two words describing the title
Line 3: three words (an action)
Line 4: four words (a feeling)
Line 5: one word referring to the first line
Without further ado....
Sciamachy
Battle
Vicious fight to death
Struggling hard to survive
Disillusioned by the losses
Raging.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Day 55
Wake me up
when the shoe has dropped
and the calm is gone
and the trouble has begun.
That is when I'll know the truth.
when the shoe has dropped
and the calm is gone
and the trouble has begun.
That is when I'll know the truth.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Day 54
The New Understanding
I will share my life with you.
I will show you
my children
my food
my friends
my family
my travels
You will accept this as OK.
I will share my deepest darkest secrets you.
I will show you
my pain
my joy
my sadness
my anger
my love
You will accept this as OK.
I will share my creations with you.
I will show you
my work
my successes
my failures
my inspirations
my opinions.
You will accept this as OK.
You will not judge me harshly.
You will only support.
You will not disagree with me.
You will only agree.
I will share my life with you.
I will show you
my children
my food
my friends
my family
my travels
You will accept this as OK.
I will share my deepest darkest secrets you.
I will show you
my pain
my joy
my sadness
my anger
my love
You will accept this as OK.
I will share my creations with you.
I will show you
my work
my successes
my failures
my inspirations
my opinions.
You will accept this as OK.
You will not judge me harshly.
You will only support.
You will not disagree with me.
You will only agree.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Day 53
The ancient history of history is nothing but the memory of a memory,
A vague insinuation of a feeling that once flitted by,
Dropping the seed of an idea to be fertilized by a wisp of wind.
A vague insinuation of a feeling that once flitted by,
Dropping the seed of an idea to be fertilized by a wisp of wind.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Day 52
Trapped between who you are
And who you want to be.
Choosing between who you want to be
And who you should be.
Constantly struggling to balance.
And who you want to be.
Choosing between who you want to be
And who you should be.
Constantly struggling to balance.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Day 51
This is a continuation of Day 50.
Closure
They walked me to the shore and sat me down on a boulder there.
The tide had not yet come in.
I watched the water creeping closer to me, inch by inch.
Waves were forming and collapsing in on themselves.
Someone handed me a letter, a check and a pen.
What's this?
It's the payment and the approval. Sign it so the process can begin.
I bundled the papers in one hand without looking at them, the pen in the other
And looked back to the water.
It had reached my feet.
I stood.
Someone presented me a book, open to a page with a calendar.
My name.
Tomorrow. It will happen tomorrow.
I see.
I walked into the water, far enough to feel the pressure of the tide on my legs.
I let myself fall backwards,
Caught and cushioned by the waves.
The water surrounded, blanketed and protected me from the chaos that would ensue.
Sounds muffled.
Lights blurred.
I began to remember that the check, the paper and the pen were still in my hands.
I unfolded myself from the blanket and went back to shore.
Leaving the shore behind, I sought resolve
To the things that had eaten away at my soul.
I searched for a phone number.
It took several tries before I found the one.
What to say when you can only say one thing?
Hang up.
I headed for the desk to reveal to the clerk the truths that had been holed up in me.
I didn't know where to start, what to ask, what to say.
They did not understand what I wanted.They could not help me.
Moments before, I had met his eyes.
Eyes that I had to walk away from.
Eyes that I would not soon forget.
Confusion and distraction and guilt and worry and sadness
Gnawed at me.
I could not relieve the anxiety,
The fear that I would never be able to fix the wrongs, share the rights.
Unable to fulfill my goal, I went back to the shore and watched as the waters receded.The check, the paper and the pen were still in my hands.
Waiting.
Closure
They walked me to the shore and sat me down on a boulder there.
The tide had not yet come in.
I watched the water creeping closer to me, inch by inch.
Waves were forming and collapsing in on themselves.
Someone handed me a letter, a check and a pen.
What's this?
It's the payment and the approval. Sign it so the process can begin.
I bundled the papers in one hand without looking at them, the pen in the other
And looked back to the water.
It had reached my feet.
I stood.
Someone presented me a book, open to a page with a calendar.
My name.
Tomorrow. It will happen tomorrow.
I see.
I walked into the water, far enough to feel the pressure of the tide on my legs.
I let myself fall backwards,
Caught and cushioned by the waves.
The water surrounded, blanketed and protected me from the chaos that would ensue.
Sounds muffled.
Lights blurred.
I began to remember that the check, the paper and the pen were still in my hands.
I unfolded myself from the blanket and went back to shore.
Leaving the shore behind, I sought resolve
To the things that had eaten away at my soul.
I searched for a phone number.
It took several tries before I found the one.
What to say when you can only say one thing?
Hang up.
I headed for the desk to reveal to the clerk the truths that had been holed up in me.
I didn't know where to start, what to ask, what to say.
They did not understand what I wanted.They could not help me.
Moments before, I had met his eyes.
Eyes that I had to walk away from.
Eyes that I would not soon forget.
Confusion and distraction and guilt and worry and sadness
Gnawed at me.
I could not relieve the anxiety,
The fear that I would never be able to fix the wrongs, share the rights.
Unable to fulfill my goal, I went back to the shore and watched as the waters receded.The check, the paper and the pen were still in my hands.
Waiting.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Day 50
There may be a second part to this one. I'm not sure what direction I'll be taking.
Closure
They walked me to the shore and sat me down on a boulder there.
The tide had not yet come in.
I watched the water creeping closer to me, inch by inch.
Waves were forming and collapsing in on themselves.
Someone handed me a letter, a check and a pen.
What's this?
It's the payment and the approval. Sign it so the process can begin.
I bundled the papers in one hand without looking at them, the pen in the other
And looked back to the water.
It had reached my feet.
I stood.
Someone presented me a book, open to a page with a calendar.
My name.
Tomorrow. It will happen tomorrow.
I see.
I walked into the water, far enough to feel the pressure of the tide on my legs.
I let myself fall backwards,
Caught and cushioned by the waves.
The water surrounded, blanketed and protected me from the chaos that would ensue.
Sounds muffled.
Lights blurred.
I began to remember that the check, the paper and the pen were still in my hands.
I unfolded myself from the blanket and went back to shore.
Closure
They walked me to the shore and sat me down on a boulder there.
The tide had not yet come in.
I watched the water creeping closer to me, inch by inch.
Waves were forming and collapsing in on themselves.
Someone handed me a letter, a check and a pen.
What's this?
It's the payment and the approval. Sign it so the process can begin.
I bundled the papers in one hand without looking at them, the pen in the other
And looked back to the water.
It had reached my feet.
I stood.
Someone presented me a book, open to a page with a calendar.
My name.
Tomorrow. It will happen tomorrow.
I see.
I walked into the water, far enough to feel the pressure of the tide on my legs.
I let myself fall backwards,
Caught and cushioned by the waves.
The water surrounded, blanketed and protected me from the chaos that would ensue.
Sounds muffled.
Lights blurred.
I began to remember that the check, the paper and the pen were still in my hands.
I unfolded myself from the blanket and went back to shore.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Day 49
Not really feeling inspired today.
Not feeling down or sad or gray.
Not quite excited or feeling like play.
Just simply all quiet,
Not wanting to force it,
So a short little way
To write a poem today.
Not feeling down or sad or gray.
Not quite excited or feeling like play.
Just simply all quiet,
Not wanting to force it,
So a short little way
To write a poem today.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Day 47
Unwanted Answers
She watched the birds appear in their cage,
And wondered how it could be.
She watched the flowers spring into existence,
And tried to imagine how it worked.
She watched the woman rise into the air,
And achingly looked for the rope.
She knew there had to be an explanation,
And could no longer sit still.
She needed to see it for herself,
And decided to take a peak.
She sneaked behind the curtain,
And perched herself in the wings.
She didn't see anything at first,
And refocused her eyes.
She scrutinized the ceiling, the floor, the walls,
And the answers began to reveal themselves.
She saw the edge of the trap door, the light reflecting on the wires, the double cage,
And suddenly all of the truths were obvious.
She was delighted to have discovered the secrets,
And let out a shriek of joy.
She skipped back to her seat,
And sunk in to watch the rest of the show.
She waited for the next puzzle to solve,
And all she could see was the wire, the trap door, the lighting, the double cage.
She was no longer in awe of the things that appeared out of thin air,
And nothing made her smile.
She felt sadness bubble up inside her,
And fought to hold back the tears.
She mourned the loss of her curiosity,
And regretted the moment she solved the mystery.
She watched the birds appear in their cage,
And wondered how it could be.
She watched the flowers spring into existence,
And tried to imagine how it worked.
She watched the woman rise into the air,
And achingly looked for the rope.
She knew there had to be an explanation,
And could no longer sit still.
She needed to see it for herself,
And decided to take a peak.
She sneaked behind the curtain,
And perched herself in the wings.
She didn't see anything at first,
And refocused her eyes.
She scrutinized the ceiling, the floor, the walls,
And the answers began to reveal themselves.
She saw the edge of the trap door, the light reflecting on the wires, the double cage,
And suddenly all of the truths were obvious.
She was delighted to have discovered the secrets,
And let out a shriek of joy.
She skipped back to her seat,
And sunk in to watch the rest of the show.
She waited for the next puzzle to solve,
And all she could see was the wire, the trap door, the lighting, the double cage.
She was no longer in awe of the things that appeared out of thin air,
And nothing made her smile.
She felt sadness bubble up inside her,
And fought to hold back the tears.
She mourned the loss of her curiosity,
And regretted the moment she solved the mystery.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Day 46
This one started as an attempt to portray the ever constant search for love and the battle between "letting it happen" and "making it happen". Ultimately, it did not go that way. I think I like it anyway, even though I'm not completely sure of the message.
The sky fills with reds and golds.
The air, brisk.
The smell of apples lingers.
Trees virtually barren.
A breeze erupts through the air.
Piles of leaves shake and resettle.
Branches flail, casting off the leaves that had refused to go.
They dance on the aftershock of the breeze,
Wondering through the air,
Playing with the breeze,
Teasing the ground with their touch,
Slowly melting in the pile.
The sky fills with reds and golds.
The air, brisk.
The smell of apples lingers.
Trees virtually barren.
A breeze erupts through the air.
Piles of leaves shake and resettle.
Branches flail, casting off the leaves that had refused to go.
They dance on the aftershock of the breeze,
Wondering through the air,
Playing with the breeze,
Teasing the ground with their touch,
Slowly melting in the pile.
Day 45
Although this is just being added now (on day 46), it was actually written yesterday (on day 45). I was not near my computer for the day, and was unable to get it in here.
I won't claim that it's the best of the poems. Clearly it's not. But it's how I was feeling at the time. :)
Valentine's Day 2014
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
A great Valentines day was had by who???
I won't claim that it's the best of the poems. Clearly it's not. But it's how I was feeling at the time. :)
Valentine's Day 2014
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
A great Valentines day was had by who???
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Day 44
A Fantasy of Love
We only wanted to be what the other wanted.
Instead, we became strangers to ourselves.
We created a relationship out of a facade
and fell in love with who we thought we were.
We played the game so well.
We forgot we were lying.
The deception became the truth.
But when the truth began to simmer through,
we could no longer ignore it.
We could no longer be what the other wanted,
so we began to despise who we thought we were.
We only wanted to be what the other wanted.
Instead, we became strangers to ourselves.
We created a relationship out of a facade
and fell in love with who we thought we were.
We played the game so well.
We forgot we were lying.
The deception became the truth.
But when the truth began to simmer through,
we could no longer ignore it.
We could no longer be what the other wanted,
so we began to despise who we thought we were.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Day 43
When I reach across the ocean of fear,
will you be there?
When I drown in the quicksand of doubt,
will you be there?
When I wonder through the maze of confusion,
will you be there?
When I hide under the covers of sadness,
will you be there?
When I stand tall on the mountain of triumph,
will you be there?
When I lose all senses to the intoxication of joy,
will you be there?
When I trust my heart and soul in your hands,
will you be there?
will you be there?
When I drown in the quicksand of doubt,
will you be there?
When I wonder through the maze of confusion,
will you be there?
When I hide under the covers of sadness,
will you be there?
When I stand tall on the mountain of triumph,
will you be there?
When I lose all senses to the intoxication of joy,
will you be there?
When I trust my heart and soul in your hands,
will you be there?
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Day 42
Look at that star over there,
so many millions of miles away.
Look at it twinkling over there,
sparkling and shimmering and shining away.
Imagine that star over there
as dozens of dreams dancing away.
Imagine them floating up there,
darting and daring and drifting away.
Picture those dreams over there
as visions of victories so far away.
Picture them hovering there,
teasing and taunting and tempting away.
Reach for that star over there.
Pull it in to you so it's not far away.
Reach for those dreams over there.
Explore and embrace them.
Follow their way.
so many millions of miles away.
Look at it twinkling over there,
sparkling and shimmering and shining away.
Imagine that star over there
as dozens of dreams dancing away.
Imagine them floating up there,
darting and daring and drifting away.
Picture those dreams over there
as visions of victories so far away.
Picture them hovering there,
teasing and taunting and tempting away.
Reach for that star over there.
Pull it in to you so it's not far away.
Reach for those dreams over there.
Explore and embrace them.
Follow their way.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Day 41
Late to bed
Early to rise
Gives this lady
Heavy, dark eyes.
Early to bed
Late to rise
Gives this lady
Heavy, dark eyes.
:)
Early to rise
Gives this lady
Heavy, dark eyes.
Early to bed
Late to rise
Gives this lady
Heavy, dark eyes.
:)
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Day 40
Mountains all around
Beautiful and impressive.
Towering.
Daunting.
Waiting to be conquered.
Oceans surrounding
Beautiful and impressive.
Expansive.
Daunting.
Waiting to be sailed.
Valleys stretching wide
Beautiful and impressive.
Deep.
Daunting.
Waiting to be crossed.
Beautiful and impressive.
Towering.
Daunting.
Waiting to be conquered.
Oceans surrounding
Beautiful and impressive.
Expansive.
Daunting.
Waiting to be sailed.
Valleys stretching wide
Beautiful and impressive.
Deep.
Daunting.
Waiting to be crossed.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Day 39
Dig into a mineshaft
and you may find gold.
The answer to all your prayers.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you just may find coal.
The answer to all your fears.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you may find diamonds.
The sparkling, shimmering beauty of life.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you just may find dynamite.
The dangerous, explosive truth of life.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you may find talc.
The soothing comfort of a simple pleasure.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you just may find asbestos.
The scarring poison of a simple depression.
and you may find gold.
The answer to all your prayers.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you just may find coal.
The answer to all your fears.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you may find diamonds.
The sparkling, shimmering beauty of life.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you just may find dynamite.
The dangerous, explosive truth of life.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you may find talc.
The soothing comfort of a simple pleasure.
Dig into a mineshaft
and you just may find asbestos.
The scarring poison of a simple depression.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Day 37
Trouble getting at the core of the idea.
Too many directions to take.
Too many messages to relate.
Too many feelings to release.
Too many feelings to spare.
Too many directions to take.
Too many messages to relate.
Too many feelings to release.
Too many feelings to spare.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Day 36
Getting started is easy.
Making it last is the hard part.
Develop the daydreams
Escape the ennui
Find the fun
Harness the havoc
Maintain the momentum
Overcome the obvious
Prolong the passion
Making it last is the hard part.
Develop the daydreams
Escape the ennui
Find the fun
Harness the havoc
Maintain the momentum
Overcome the obvious
Prolong the passion
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Day 35
The truth is I was relieved
when you left
when you broke my heart
when you lied to me.
The truth is I was trapped
when you took my hand
when you said you loved me
when you held me so high.
The truth is I was freed
when I woke up without you
when I struck out on my own
when I did the things you wouldn't do.
The truth is I was hurting
when I met you
when I had you
when I lost you.
when you left
when you broke my heart
when you lied to me.
The truth is I was trapped
when you took my hand
when you said you loved me
when you held me so high.
The truth is I was freed
when I woke up without you
when I struck out on my own
when I did the things you wouldn't do.
The truth is I was hurting
when I met you
when I had you
when I lost you.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Day 33
When it grabs hold
it strangles and does not let go
unless is it violently beaten off with a searing iron cattle prod and the will of god.
Or it takes a life.
it strangles and does not let go
unless is it violently beaten off with a searing iron cattle prod and the will of god.
Or it takes a life.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Day 32
Betrayal.
At once obvious and subversive.
an innocent lie intended to spare feelings
a deliberate deception
a promise not kept
a shoulder turnedan eye closed
a special moment forgotten
a statement said in jest that cuts to the marrow
a disconnection along life's journeya story not shared
an overheard comment that reveals the truth
a secret revealed
a vulnerability used against you
a dream not believed in.
A scar never healed.
At once obvious and subversive.
an innocent lie intended to spare feelings
a deliberate deception
a promise not kept
a shoulder turnedan eye closed
a special moment forgotten
a statement said in jest that cuts to the marrow
a disconnection along life's journeya story not shared
an overheard comment that reveals the truth
a secret revealed
a vulnerability used against you
a dream not believed in.
A scar never healed.
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