when I was younger
I thought I knew what it
took to make me happy
but as time flies by the sureness
of my intentions seem to waver
like a leaf floating on the breeze
of a gorgeous spring day; if only
I had listened to my first instinct
and tried for many ideas of my
imaginative nature; maybe they
would have flowered into something
solid and sure; a foundation to build
upon to make my life a more enjoyable
existence instead of working even
harder as I get older to persevere
in my dreams to leave a piece
of me to endure for future generations
My days lack any real excitement
it’s just one ordinary thing after another
wash the dishes, clean the floors
and don’t forget to swab the toilet
Gross! I hate that with a vengeance
for very obvious reasons; the litany
of my days could stretch for miles
and miles into infinity if it wasn’t for
my blog and writing itself. I practice
the art of creating word pictures in
between times of menial tasks; it
breaks up the monotony of regular
life and day to day living in an
ordinary home of a woman with
big dreams and a warm heart
working to make my purest fantasies
a reality in the midst of the ordinary.
There is only one phrase
that I know sets my heart
to singing; it’s such a simple
phrase, but it means so much.
I love you, the one thing that
could mend everything if people
would let it; the only thing that
matters to me in my world. Give
it a whirl in yours with someone today.
when I’m feeling down
and there’s no one to save me
you take the time to hold me
and whisper, I love you. Nothing
calms the fears and uplifts the
spirits like those three words do
It’s like a salve to a burn on my heart
magically the pain just seems to go
away; no more worries, no more
sadness; happiness is here to stay
Note: I just couldn’t help myself. I had to go and write not one poem, but two poems. I felt inspired. Anyway, I hope you like. Let me hear from you down in the comments.
Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I know it’s not really a big deal, but it is to me. I made a commitment to myself to post every day on this blog and I feel I’ve let myself down. But, I have a good reason; I’ve been fighting a cold coupled with a very bad cough. I hope to feel better soon. I did manage to pull off a post in between coughing fits. It’ll be out later tonight. I hope you enjoy. Oh, by the way, everyone have a great night.
I decided to challenge myself by writing a dozen six-word stories for the DP Weekly Writing Challenge. And boy, it was not easy. This is my first time writing such small tales. I did my best. I hope you enjoy.
She choked ‘til she bled out.
She turned as the knife swooped.
Stop it. But the knife refused.
No! Her hand pushed back futilely.
Blood seeps through the cracked door.
She wanted love. She died alone.
Lone figure stands on edge. Jumps.
Go fishing. Something pulls you under.
Go to college. End up homeless
Build a house. Lightning sparks fire.
A dancer. Crazy traffic. No legs.
First time skydiving. Excited. Parachute fails.
I miss my portable cassette tape player/recorder. I used to get blank audio cassettes and tape my favorite songs off the radio. I couldn’t afford full-fledged cassettes; the blank ones were way cheaper. Once in a while, I could buy regular tapes ( that’s what I called cassettes then) which was a treat. Olivia Newton-John’s Physical was my absolute favorite. I played that tape over and over again.
Although there were downsides to tapes back in the 80’s as there is to everything. Here’s my attempt at free verse about it. I hope you like.
pop in the cassette
press record and play
at the same time
watch the reels spin
round and round
as they capture
your song like
magic for you
to enjoy until the
tape snarls in the
and you have to
untangle it from
around the pole
then smooth out
the wrinkles and roll
it back up into its
case and with luck
it will still play
for you again
I could get struck by lightning
out of the clear blue sky
a boulder could come tumbling
down a mountain ravine
knocking me down
never to be seen
in this life; a careening
semi could come screeching
over top me leaving nothing
but pieces of me scattered
over the interstate; thoughts
of a bloody end leaves me shivering
to the very core; all these events
are worst case scenarios, but
the worse for me would be
losing the love of my family
and friends; how worse
could it be than being alone
I am so bowled over. I just found out yesterday that I have been nominated for the Liebster Award. I’m flabbergasted. I’ve never been nominated for anything in my life. It’s such a thrill to have someone else acknowledge my writing. My confidence is definitely boosted. I owe all this gratitude to the one who nominated me: Pigspittle at http://magoo45.wordpress.com/. Go check it out.
From what I understand, here’s how it goes for the Liebster Award:
(the following section from Pigspittle)
The Liebster is (typically) awarded to bloggers with under 200 followers to try to promote their blog and unite a community of bloggers. The rules of the competition are as follows:
- The nominated user must provide a link back to the person who nominated them. (check — see above)
- Provide 11 facts about yourself
- Answer 11 questions set by the person who nominated you
- Choose 11 more people and ask them 11 questions!
Facts about Me:
I love the band One Direction.
My favorite animals are wolves, dolphins, and horses.
I’m a secret science-fiction/fantasy geek. I still love Star Trek. My fave is The Next Generation series. I had a crush on Captain Picard.
Cameras are my best friends. Love taking pictures.
I have a thing for trees. I admire them for all their natural qualities and they’re pretty awesome.
I am a Hillbilly Buckeye. I was born in Ohio and grew up in West Virginia. But, now I live in New York state. What does that make me now? A Hillbilly Buckeye Empire stater. Sounds kooky.
I love Jet Li and Jean Claude VanDamme movies.
My favorite tv show is The Walking Dead. I have a crush on Daryl Dixon/Norm Reedus.
I still love stuffed animals. I have a puppy and Sponge Bob on my desk right now.
I always rock some jams when I write poetry.
Moons, stars, and rainbows are my favorite symbols and designs.
My answers to my nominator‘s questions:
If you could live in any historical period, what would it be and why?
I think I would go with the 60s. I’d always imagine my life as a hippie. Flower Power. Peace
Where is your favorite place to write/blog?
Oftentimes I blog/write on my computer at home, but other times I get the urge to grab a notebook and go for a walk.
Who has influenced your life the most and how?
I would have to say my immediate family: my boyfriend and three kids.
What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
Well, I do have to get up and wake up the kids for school. But, the main reason is writing my blog and other projects.
How do you get past writer’s block?
I, usually, go do something else like the dishes or watch a short program. It seems to shake up the juices and frees the snag keeping the words in.
What do you want to be doing in five years?
I still expect to be writing my blogs. I also want to be writing books,poetry, plays, and some freelance writing. On top of that, I’m going to do photography. Maybe even do a gallery showing.
How much time do you spend writing/blogging each day?
My guesstimate is 4 to 5 hours a day. I’d like to do more.
For what are you most grateful?
I’m grateful for my ability to think, sense, and imagine.
If you could give someone you love a gift, what would it be?
If I had the money, I would give my boyfriend new dental implants.
Who is your favorite fictional character and why?
Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Well, obviously, she could kick ass and she always had a witty comeback for any situation. I just love , underneath all that, she is still just a girl trying to figure it out. Like we all have in this world.
What song makes you want to dance?
I Want to Dance With Somebody Who Loves Me by Whitney Houston.
Note: I plan on updating with the remainder of my nominations.
Questions to Nominees:
What was the best moment of your life?
How did you become a writer/blogger?
Who’s on your music player when you write?
If you could make one wish come true, what would it be?
What one place in the world would you choose to live?
If someone showed up on your doorstep and offered you a suitcase full of money to never write/blog for the rest of your life, what would you do?
If you could only have one creative outlet, what would it be?
If you could go anywhere in time, where would you go?
What song transports you back to childhood?
Where does your blogging dreams take you in ten years?
If your life were a tv show, what would it be?
Reason to believe? What is my reason to believe? Hmm. Maybe it’s my stubborn optimism facing each and every day. Even when I run into terrible and hard things, I still believe the world will be just a little bit better tomorrow. I can feel disheartened sometimes by the awful things that people do in this world. But, down deep, I have an endless supply of “the sun will come out tomorrow.” And you seen what happened to her. She ended up with a rich daddy and soon-to-be mommy and servants. Jeesh louise! Talk about never giving up.
I’ll know I won’t get that lucky. Besides, I’m too old for a rich daddy and I don’t think my boyfriend would like me hanging out with another guy, even if he was loaded. Nah. That’s over the rainbow. My unending confidence, I think, stems from my kids. I refuse to believe that the world, as we know it, will not improve. Despite all the awful tragedies taking place, or in spite of them, I know there can be good here. At least, in my little corner of it. I think of all the beauty and good deeds that people do every day without wanting anything in return. All the acts of charity and reaching out to touch another soul in some small way. I get so emotional at times like that.
My kids instill faith in me because I feel they will have it better than I did. And I’m not talking about making more money. I believe they will have options and many doors to choose from. They get to decide which door to go through. Heck, they could even go back and choose a different one. If they want to move to Los Angeles and become corporate big wigs or they decide to dedicate their life to disadvantaged people by serving in the Peace Corps, I’ll be fine with any decision they make. I’m their mom, their cheerleader, and I always have their back.
My reason to believe lies within myself and branches out through my children. What can I say? I’m invested in the betterment of the world.