I’m currently reading “The Writing Experiment” by Hazel Smith, and the first chapter talks about playing with language through different types of word associations so, I was messing around and … Continue reading Mixing and Matching Word Associations
Ooo…I like this.
I have no idea, really, what the hell this is. I must have been possessed by my darker side, but it does have a happy ending, kind of…you’ll see. 😉
It was a tragic kind of love,
from a long time ago.
like a stinging wind
stealing my breath,
as I tremble in fear.
with forked tongue
jabbing my heart,
and furious fists
crack cartilage and bone,
then a light,
A blinding yet brilliant light,
fills me with warmth,
as I start to drift home,
where I belong.
No need to shed a tear for me.
I’m safe now.
Beyond the dark, a tunnel of light…I really, really like this poem, so I thought I’d share it. Check out his blog, if you like poetry, you won’t be disappointed.
Oh, I love this! Couldn’t resist!!
I am not worthy:
I suffer from poetry scurvy!
Too many times
I have forsaken the rhymes
That to me are like limes.
I come out in blotches… and rashes… splotches and spots…
If I don’t write, and recite, poetry… lots!
It’s like a maddening disease,
I cough and I sneeze…
Give me some poetry, please!
Read to me of the Ancient’s Rime,
Or, give me, but world enough and time
Then this shakiness, lady, would be no crime,
For I could pen a line or two,
And dedicate my verse to you,
Jot a Limerick, neat and quick,
Or create for you
A perfectly good Haiku –
That would surely do the trick!
But, as it is, I’m fairly sure
My fevered brow will dare no more
To put down words for others’ pleasure;
Buried deep is my lyrical treasure.
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I view God as a father figure in my life. He sets the rules, and I rebel like every child does and, like my earth parents, no matter how far I stray from the path they try to keep me on, no matter how many bad decisions I make, how many people I hurt, I know they will always be there to see me through.
I have great parents, they aren’t perfect, but they did the best they could sacrificing a lot for themselves to provide us a better life than the one they had. I respect them for that.
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