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Eventually… – Day Nineteen

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Universal disease can only be cured in one way.
Never let it be unsaid that the cure wasn’t painful.
Even though she was alone, she wasn’t
Quite alone. There was another here who stayed
Until she gained some kind of mental footing.
Although she understood why she had been sent away,
Longing filled her split soul.

Sun’s coming up, coming up down on main street…Head in my hands, here I am standing in my bare feet.

Watching you drive away, watching you drive away. – Dixie Chicks

Bared in a way that she had never been before,
In her heart she was alone.
There was no soothing force that spread and healed
The cracks in her mind.
Eventually, she would accept that this was now her life.
Reality had always been harsh and yet…
Something within told her that this 
Was only the beginning…
Even should she ever find her other half,
Even should she stand next to her family…
There was no doubt in her mind that her sister was just as torn.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt on using a sea shell: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-19-2/

Also, this is a part of one of my ongoing little universes. It’s been a bit since I’ve visited one of them with a poem.

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So Far – Day Eighteen

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My life has never been so wild
Not since I was a little child.
When life seemed so carefree
And everyone around me was mild.
 
But so anymore,
Life now sometimes is a chore.
I wonder when this became me
And when I became such a bore.
 
Not all days seem like this;
I’m glad or else I know I’d miss
The joy and laughter that is all around
And never leaves me in a mist.
 
My life has come real far
From when I could not drive a car,
I know that there is more in store
And that leaves me happiness that cannot mar.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-18-2/

I’ve also felt kind of contemplative this morning. It’s been slow and quiet and I’ve loved it.

Chocolate – Day Seventeen

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It’s bitter and dark and sweet;
During anytime quite the treat.
It’s salty and tangy and bright;
It’s wonderful and joyful and a delight.
It’s smooth and rough and nutty;
It’s clean and safe and dirty.
What I have and what I’ve lost,
What I need and what I want.
Sweet seductress that soothes my aches,
She gives and gives and never takes.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt (http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-17-2/) and also for the Daily Posts prompt for today (https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/junk-food-junkie-2/).

There are just some times when you need chocolate.

Lazy Teen – Day Sixteen

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Had enough time for everything,
Never on the run.
Plenty of time for fun,
More time for myself
Reading books upon my shelf.
No worries or cares,
Don’t really have to share.
Selfish with my time,
Could turn around on the dime.
This was my life at sixteen.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt (http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-sixteen/) and for today’s Daily Post prompt (https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/only-sixteen/).

Life at sixteen was very different for me compared to my friends. At first there were only five in my house (my mother, older sister, younger sister, younger brother and me) then my second eldest sister, who was pregnant at the time, moved back in with her two small children (toddlers, one could walk…sort of). This was only slightly strange for me because I was used to lots of people in the house (I am six of eight), but I was used to being amongst the youngest group, not the eldest.

I’d never really had a curfew before that and the only reason we had one after was because sound carried in our house. If you came home and were just slightly too loud, you woke the children (and eventually, the baby) which would then wake the whole house. No one was happy about that so it was decided by all that a curfew for everyone would be set and it would be enforced by the fact that if you woke the children up (one or all three) then you had to put them to sleep by yourself. (It was considered fair by everyone.)

Life has never been the same since, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Precarious Position – Day Fifteen

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There was not much that she could do,
The world was far too eager for her to quit.
Her life was always waiting to screech boo!
 
Her mind was quick and full of wit,
But most of the time it made no sense.
Every word that she spoke bit.
 
She could not stay on the fence.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/the-halfway-mark/

This is about my sister, she’s a lot like this the older we get, but I love her even if I don’t always understand.

Questions – Day Fourteen

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You wish to ask this of me?
To ask where I shall go?
Why should I leave?
 
Why should this carry on?
Why should it wear me down?
Why should I grieve?
 
Why must I ask in fear?
Why must this thing be?
Why must there be no reprieve?
 
How did this start?
How could it continue?
How could it leave me bereaved?
 
What shall I do?
Where shall I go?
Why must I now leave?
 
Because this is no place,
No earthly place at all
Where I must fight to believe.

This is my offering for NaPoWriMo today: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-fourteen/

 

Teardrop Creations – Day Thirteen

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Teardrop creations,
That is what we are called.
We were created
By our Mother of All.
 
She was so Lonely,
Our Mother of All,
She called out for others,
But none answered Her Call.
 
Tears welled up in her eyes,
She sobbed out her heart,
Begging others with cries
To come and stay with Her.
 
When tears fell from her cheeks
They splattered on the ground
And grew up and up,
Until she was surrounded all around.
 
Different things sprung up
And with a tremulous smile,
The Mother of All
Found Her worthwhile.

Written as my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/lucky-thirteen/

Also, this is sort of an homage to a universe that I’ve been writing in since grade school. It’s a partially finished work that I have worked off and on through for over a decade and a half at least. I’ve known how it was to end almost since the beginning, it’s getting to the ending that has always been a bit of a problem. The most interesting thing about this story is that it was something that I inherited from a friend and is in no way shape or form a fanfiction. Someday I hope to finished this particular story.

Cheese With That? – Day Eleven

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That’s not fair!
No! I won’t listen.
I’m not going to do it!
You can’t make me!
 
Really?
This is how you want to play it?
This and no farther,
Would you like some cheese with that wine?

Inspired by one of my nephews who, as of late, has been very attitude-ridden whenever talking with anyone. I’m not looking forward to his teen years…

This is also my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-eleven-2/

That One Time Productions – Day Ten

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Come one come all!
You’ve never seen
The likes of which we’ve ever been!
Words and pictures finally unite!
That One Time Productions is almost on the scene.

Written for today’s offering for NaPoWriMo: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-ten-2/

Also, one of my sisters and I are finally collaborating on a project together. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for years. She draws and I write and we’ve both been working on different projects since grade school with our chosen medium, but rarely (if ever) have we done a project together.

I’ll probably write more about this the farther we get in the project.

Tattoo Shop – Day Nine

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The one place parents don’t want their children to go.
At times anyone whose been here is looked down upon.
There is more to this place than meets the eye.
The people here have a heart of gold,
Only their skin is tye-dyed.
Of their cause I had to write.
 
Strong emotions filled my heart when I heard
How they reach out to those in need.
Of their time and money they give freely
Paying true to the words: Love all mankind.

This was inspired by something I found in the news this morning. A tattoo parlor that raises money for four to five different causes every year at least. The Death or Glory Tattoos shop is owned by Anna and Earnest Dick and their story touched my heart this morning especially after reading about the stabbing in the school in Pennsylvania (where awesome students and school officials were able to make sure that no one was killed and all who were injured were taken care of).

I keep having to stop typing to calm down so I don’t cry.

This couple raise money not only from their own donations, but also by asking around for any other company that want to donate a service or product for a raffle that they hold in their tattoo parlor. Look them up on Facebook and check them out, Death or Glory Tattoos. They are worth looking into.

This is also my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo (http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-nine/).