Nature

It is not in my nature
To say
"I love you"
When I do not mean it.

Unfortunately,
It is in yours.

The prompt at OSI this week is nature. To join in or read the other contributions go here
This poem is also linked to The Poetry Pantry.

Scarecrows

I dug up an old box
Containing fragments of our lives,
And thought of what was left of it;
Nothing but scarecrows
That ceased to scare me
Long ago

The prompt at One Single Impression this week is scarecrow. To join in or read the other contributions go here.

OSI - Lopsided

This week at OSI the prompt is lopsided. To read the other contributions or join in go here.

Imperfection is
Beauty shining in your sweet
But lopsided smile

Waiting

A simple haiku for the OSI prompt waiting. Join in or read the other contributions here.

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One minute in time
Can seem to last forever
When you are waiting

Being (Staying) Away aka Does This Count?

    It's been so long since I posted! I've been having a dry spell in which I tried to write but came up empty. While I sat at my desk squeezing the life out of words that wouldn't get along with each other I reached the big one-eight, which inevitably led to a gazillion dinner dates (comes with the territory of having a large family and indivdually going out with them to have an officially grown-up talk), moments in which I tried to make myself feel like an adult, panic attacks at my failure to do so, and trying to quit thinking I'm still a teenager (technically I am but you know what I mean). Did I mention I don't feel like an adult at all? Frankly that scares me because I feel as if I should go do something important. It's sad really. I hate to say it but I wish I could rewind to my thirteenth birthday. So, my wise advice to everybody is: Don't do what I did and realize too late that the time between 13 and 18 is a time to sow not reap.
    Regarding my dry spell, I keep telling myself, "I will participate in Write on Wednesday this week. I will!" And then I never do. Then I tell myself, "Saturday is coming, get a move on your OSI poem!." But Saturday comes and goes and no poem. I could go on and on about the things I meant to write that never became a reality but what's the point? Anyway, I edited some old stuff (ok maybe it was just one paragraph) that I hope counts as writing (it's part of the process no?), but other than that I wrote nothing new.This thing that comes on a whim isn't really writers' block. I've had that before and it's different. No, this is more like I-have-an-idea-and-a-billion-days-later-I-still-haven't-been-able-to-put-it-to-paper. It's a real disease, I swear.

Growing Up




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They tell you to grow up
As if that alone could make you invincible
They speak of adulthood
As if it alone brought freedom
And you spend your life thinking
That a number means so much more

But I have come to realize
Growing up means fighting harder battles
And no, you're not invincible
Adulthood, 18, 21
Is just a number if you
 Never learned how to be free inside

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

Betrayal

This week I'm combining the prompt from OSI (betrayal) with Carry on Tuesday (He should have seen it coming).

He should have seen it coming
When he looked into her eyes
But life then had been easy
And thoughts of death were far

He should have seen the clues
Instead he chose to love
Ignoring the fact that
He wasn't her only one

Notebook

This week's prompt from OSI is Notebook. Join in or read the other contributions here

When I look at you
I feel the same way
As when I look at
A notebook's empty pages

Unbridled inspiration takes over
And dreams begin to form
I get the feeling that nothing is impossible
As I hold in my hand the course of words

For when I look at you
There is nothing in the world I need
Except you
To fill these empty pages

Weed

This week's poetry prompt from One Single Impression is weed. Here is what I came up with.


I found a flower
More beautiful than gems
And thought it was the world

They said
"Don't plant it here
It's just a piece of trash."

In rebellion I let it grow
Its roots ran deep into my heart
I nurtured it and cared for it

But pretty soon it drained my life
Only then did I realize
My flower was a weed