What is it to you?

Come closer, you’re not alone.
Offering companionship for the price of the same.
Many have come and gone, but those who really care, stay.
My name may be forgotten, but who I am never is.
United in one cause, to stya together, no matter how losely.
Not lost, or if you were, not for long.
I find that the longer I live, the more I have to give
To this group of people that are family, because we have chosen to be so.
You can give what you feel is right, because that is your right, the same as me.

 

A community means different things to different people, but to me, it’s a group that has decided, based on blood or bond or both, that they are stronger together rather than apart.


Written for this week’s Dungeon Prompt: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/01/30/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-5-community/

 
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Now!

Now, I want it now!
Are you listening to me?
Pay attention!
If I have to ask one more time…
I will push this lid closed!
I’m doing it!
Fine! I’ll pretend,
I never wanted it at all.
So I shall sit and sulk.
Humph.
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Picture: from martha0stout’s camera

Written for today’s Daily Post prompt and in honor of my cat, Usako (who tries every day to close my laptop on me).

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/daily-prompt-now-2/

Sacrifice Acceptable

Picture from: http://foter.com/photo/or/

Study, work, never any rest. Oh for the days when sunlight was all I needed! Now I am mortal, fragile and perfect. There is a chance at life ahead of me. Sacrifice acceptable.


Written for this week’s Trifextra. I made sure that this week was a 33-word challenge. Last week I thought it was and it drove me mad only to discover I’d mixed things up! laughs

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifextra-week-101.html

Nothing as an excuse

Trust is not something to be taken lightly. It is also something that can be easily won, but only for some. There are others who make you work for their trust, whether or not you have done something in the past to warrant such behavior. I’ve heard that trust once lost is not easily recovered, but in my experience that has also varied from person to person.

When I think of trust I am often reminded of something I have run across: the argument that is often used when infidelity is discovered.

He/She meant nothing to me. It was a mistake and it meant nothing!

The only response I’ve ever thought about, should this excuse be given to me, is: Really? That’s what you’re going with? It meant nothing? Breaking my heart meant nothing?

Worse excuse ever.

I can buy the mistake, because it was a mistake. It was something that should not have happened, but that it really didn’t mean anything? I think that part of it makes it worse, because it implies that such a decision, a decision that will kill a relationship at its heart, meant nothing to you. That I meant nothing and there was no consideration at all. The other person, or maybe whatever they stand for, they have to mean something to you in order for this decision to be attractive at all.

Don’t try to pass it off as ‘nothing.’


Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday challenge.

http://kellieelmore.com/2014/01/24/fwf-free-write-friday-trust/

Failed Food

I’ve messed it up once again,
Always something going wrong.
The recipe was easy to read?
That’s a laugh, so laugh along.
 
It said tablespoons, I’m sure.
Oops, was supposed to be 4 teaspoons.
Well, salt is supposed to be savory, right?
With corn, ketchup, mustard, barbecue sauce…
 
The cookies are muffins or bars or crisps,
They never seem to look quite right.
Yet I’m assured that they taste just fine.
That would mean more if you actually swallowed.
 
The bread is wholesome and quite tasty.
It’s good for you and all homemade.
The grains were ground this morning.
Now if only it didn’t look like a little brick.
 
You can cook all kinds of things with a roast:
Onions, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes…
All of them come out just right,
But not the broccoli, not even ketchup will save it.
 
There are a lot of different noodles these days.
Not all of them from Asia or Italy.
There are many ways to cook them, many sauces,
But if you’re using peanut butter, just stop.
 
Trying to make brownies
Even followed the box.
Still ended up with too much oil
And not enough chocolate.
 
My family likes to make things from scratch,
Most of it’s pretty good, too.
There were a few learning moments, but in the end?
It all worked out without any food poisoning.

I didn’t write this for a prompt (though I seriously considered it), but because another attempt at cookies failed yet turned out all right. Had some cookie dough I’d made yesterday that tasted fine, but was too structurally unsound to be used for cookies. (They were the flimsiest cookies I’ve ever seen and would not harden at all or stiffen up the way you need cookies to do. It would have made weird granola, but at least taste good.) Finally I added some flour to it today (it wasn’t part of the recipe originally) and then just baked it all together in a cake pan. Turned out just fine after that even though I’ve been told it looks like cake. (It tastes like cookie and once it’s been cut up will make lovely cookie bars.)

The fail-succeed process reminded me of other times in my family when we’ve failed epically in making something.

Kind of Defeated

The day was going along great!
No one late, no one sick,
No one arguing about what makes them tick.
The day is sunny, no clouds in sight.
For some reason, it doesn’t feel quite right.
 
Slowly my family starts to trickle home,
Children arrive first, at least an hour before Mom.
And suddenly that feeling is explained,
My niece has been avoiding homework.
*long sigh, let it out*
 
Hold in your anger, she’s just a teen,
Still trying to figure out her place in between.
Several hours later the other shoe drops.
I had believed she’d not finished somethings
Since the middle of Fall.
Turns out I was wrong,
Wrong about it all.
 
Several packets undone since the first week of school.
Must not tear my hair out and scream,
It really won’t help.
I’ll just go curl up in a corner
And wait it all out.

I’m kind of drained, so the verses aren’t even. Yesterday kind of defeated me and this morning followed along. I’m just tired and kind of want to crawl back into bed, but I can’t. Have laundry to do so that we’ll have enough clothes until next week’s laundry day and maybe I’ll bake something. That usually helps.

Anyway, I used this week’s prompt from Dungeon Prompts: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/01/23/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-4-anger-management/

Forever Cold

She looked into the reflection before her.

Her eyes were hazy and yet there was a sharpness within them, though there were almost no defined boundaries around them.

Her hair was a streak of pale starlight that looked like it should be flowing down her back and cascading over her shoulders. Instead it was choppy around her face in uneven clumps. It wasn’t a very flattering hairstyle for her, but she didn’t care.

Her clothing was tarnished and torn, but it covered her and kept her from having too many people looking at her strangely. They had just assumed that she was another homeless person or a drug addict. They didn’t know who she was and as long as she didn’t brush up against them, they didn’t care where she was going.

Her shoes had holes in them and her gloves were missing their fingertips. She had no hat, scarf and no coat, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t cold.

No, that wasn’t completely true.

She was cold. She was always cold, but having any kind of warmer gear or garments would change that. She would always be cold.

She glanced down at the blurry reflection in the puddle below her.

Her other half was gone, she would never be warm again.

But that was all right, she told herself desperately. It was the only way. It had to be.

She wasn’t sure she could live with herself if she ever discovered that she had made things worse by sending the other half of her soul away.


Written for today’s Daily Post: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/22/daily-prompt-mirrored/