Carry On Tuesday Take Two

My second attempt at this week's Carry On Tuesday prompt. I'm not entirely satisfied with this piece but here it is anyway.

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Unexpectedly
You find yourself at home
Sitting alone listening to the silence
And you wonder
When it all came to an end
And where it was you lost it all


You search the lines of yesterday
Hoping for an answer
Blaming everyone for today
When it was you who let it go
The moment you stopped being thankful
And forgot where it was you came from


Though you move on
You'll never lose
That heavy silence from your heart
Until the day you learn to live
With unashamed love
That gives itself for others


Sitting alone listening to the silence - Carry On Tuesday

This week for Carry On Tuesday the prompt is "sitting alone listening to the silence".


Sitting alone listening to the silence
Isn't unbearable
As long as I
Am thinking of you
And every feature of your face
That I have come to love


Sitting here alone
Isn't a waste of time
Because I can contemplate
How we came to be
And how we are
Like two pieces of the same puzzle

Limber Up

This week the prompt at One Single Impression is "limber up".


"Limber up," she said,
"You're only living once
So get up and make a difference
Dream ungrudgingly."


"Smile and live,"
My mother said,
"The world is full of frowns.
Don't let these keep you down."


So I got up one day
And went out into the world
Carrying my suitcase
Her words stored in my heart


And now the end is near
But I don't fear its coming
For one day I decided
To limber up and live

Paper

Attempted to write a haiku for OSI and ended up with three verses :). The prompt this week is paper.

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Paper planes weighted
With her dreams from yesterday
Fly without restraint

Human judgment is
Forsaken in exchange for
Freedom without end

For she truly knows
Life is nothing without dreams
And dying is gain

Two fat ladies - Write on Wednesday

I almost didn't participate in W.o.W. this week but couldn't resist the 'Two fat ladies' exercise. I used the Great Gatsby even though I felt like cheating and using the ninth book instead of the eighth. Here it is:

    The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. Jesse paused as a breeze blew in. She hated it really, but having the windows (at least partially) open was an old habit that stemmed from her childhood. As soon as she had turned 18 she had left her house, however the customs and tiresome traditions weren't so quick to leave her. Every morning upon awakening Jesse would crack the windows, dress as if going to an important event, and make a pot full of coffee no one would drink. She would go through the house making sure nothing was unnecessarily using energy and she never let the day go by without having mopped the kitchen. Running away was no use. Here she was without her family and still she felt trapped by them.