Not everything is meant to last.
In the unfair game of life,
you win some, lose some, and
completely miss the rest.
In my nearsighted way, I
can’t see the forest for the
trees, but must remember
that each branch and each leaf
is a whole other life
I could have.
But then I remember
the way you sounded
on that voicemail, begging,
please talk to me, please,
and I still can’t see
what you’re doing to me.
Today’s poetry prompts were: win some, lose some, nearsighted, and voicemail.
Long-forgotten love,
growing like a bloom, your palms
belong in my hands
Today’s poetry prompt words were: long-forgotten, bloom, and palms.
I’m not gonna lie, I totally phoned this one in today because I didn’t do it in the morning like I usually do. I waited until the end of the day, after work, and I am burnt out.
Lesson learned.
But hey! A haiku that’s somehow related to nature, isn’t that… a real haiku?
Photo by Lareised Leneseur on Unsplash
I have never had the self-confidence
to swagger and sway down hallways
or to dance like no one is watching.
I’ve never been limber, I’ve never
been quick, I’m never going to
fit anyone’s idea of charismatic.
But this is just my packaging,
my flesh suit I carry around
trying to impress everyone
with what’s inside.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: self-confidence, limber, and packaging.
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Do you remember
the nights we got so drunk
just for the hell of it,
just because we were
young and free and could?
Do you remember the time
a opossum got into the house
and we had to use brooms
to catch the bastard and
toss it from the recycling bin
into the front yard?
Do you remember
when we first met
how it felt like we’d
known each other forever,
like we’d already been friends,
maybe in another life?
It doesn’t matter how much
space or time divides us.
A part of you will
always be my home.… Read the rest
Everyone experiences the freefall once in their life, I would hope. I would hope that everyone knows what it feels like when their heart explodes in love and turns to gooey mush inside them. There’s a particular feeling of safety and satisfaction when you know you’re loved and cared for, but beware. This love is not a trophy, because love is not a game to be played and won. But remember, too, it shouldn’t be a fight; it shouldn’t be something you have to scrimp and save to be able to afford. True love is not spent or stolen. True … Read the rest
