snow angels made without a care.
Kindness from strangers, not always the norm.
I feel the heat inside begin to swarm
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Week 39 Topic: Can I Have a Do Over
(hard, 2 points): quote a Comedian
(easy, 1 point): reference an 80s TV sitcom
Final day to post: Dec. 1st, midnight GMT.
Dreaming on the tips of a fairy tale star
wondering why you had to go so far.
You feel my tears drifting down from the sky
so you come for a visit, what a great guy.
Kissing each tear until they're all dry
moments like this are in such short supply.
On this hot and steamy moonlit night
everything just seems so right.
From mango passion to cherries delight
soaring on passion till we lose sight.
This fairy tale love springs to real life
suddenly we feel like husband and wife.
No more pain that cuts like a knife
no longer have feelings of anger and strife.
We blow out the last star and all goes dark
tomorrow it's a new life that we will embark.
My fellow fairy tale sprites ~~ LadySeda, Wizard of Awwwwws, Katie, Lady "Cheryl" Death, Expressions, Margie & Spirit Wild.
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Week 38 Topic: Need not apply
(hard, 2 points): include breaking a mirror
(easy, 1 point): mention an opera
Final day to post: Nov. 24th, midnight GMT.
Week 37 Topic: There is a Faster Way
(hard, 2 points): incorporate a poem you wrote
(easy, 1 point): mention an embarrassing habit you personally have
Final day to post: Nov. 17th, midnight GMT.
Starlight, star bright
catch a falling star in flight.
While I gaze into the night,
the shinning stars seem to ignite.
I was star struck by a rock star
from a galaxy afar.
He flashed a smile and gave me a wink
I have to admit, I was blushing pink.
Moon Zappa is my rocker's name
but he's not the one of the earthly fame.
No relation to Dweezil or Soleil Moon Frye.
He's a Milky Way Zappa, the pride of the sky.
I could wait to watch him play
but there is a faster way
to see him rock that bass guitar
before he becomes a fading star.
It's on a shooting star I'll travel
with no worries about any space gravel.
I'll shoot right past the big moon rock
and to the galaxy of stars I'll flock.
While others wish upon a star
I'll be moshing with them, how bizarre.
Our love will come on like a cyclone
and he'll propose with a rare moonstone.
I'll be so nervous that I'll just laugh,
it's an embarrassing habit on my behalf,
but he'll see past it and we'll be engaged
preparing a wedding that won't be upstaged.
What's locked up
in that head of yours?
Let me through
to your secret doors.
I'll walk through
and I won't look back.
Let me know
when so I can pack.
Does it lead
to your heart and soul?
is the long term goal.
Can you share
your hopes and your dreams?
Do you hear
how my heart just screams?
My love grows
If you leave
I'll still find my way.
Choice is yours,
it's left up to you.
Keep in mind
That my love is true.
My screams must be silent,
cuz no one seems to hear them.
Yet my throat is raw and my voice
is hoarse so it's not for lack of trying.
My tears must be clear,
cuz no one seems to see them.
But my eyes are red and my cheeks sting
from the salty trails they leave behind.
My pain must be hidden,
cuz no one seems to feel it.
They stare right through me as they walk by,
like I don't exist among the living.
My soul is reaching out for help
and no one is answering the call.
The pain just continues to fester
but I won't let it take away hope.
One day my path will cross
with the one person who will see me.
They will hear the screams, see the tears
and not only feel my pain but help me through it.
I'm not exactly sure what it is but there is something about me that says "Tell me your story" to those that I know and even to those that I don't know sometimes. I am the shy and quiet type so maybe it's the fact that I don't talk much that makes people think I'd be a good listener. I often joke that I'm in the wrong line of business.
The problem sometimes becomes that I go from being a listener to trying to be a problem solver for those that are really close to me. For the most part I try not to do that because I figure most people really just want someone to listen. Regardless it becomes a little stressful and then I just want to hop off the ride and hide out for a while. It would be great if I could just get my wanna be hypnotist on and say "Look into my eyes" and that would be that, problem solved... but I don't really want to be a hypnotist LOL!
The weird thing is that I don't really talk to anyone about my own issues. It's like I'm experiencing technical difficulties when it comes to sharing. Sometimes I just feel like my issues kind of petty compared to other people's problems. Instead I use other venues to get through it; like writing, watching Tv, listening to music, going to movies or being entranced by the internet (to which I sometimes need to say "step away from the computer!"). I can get a little stir crazy at times but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger… or strangerJ
I have to admit that it has provided me with insight in life. I've come to realize that life and poeple are not black and white, there are all sorts of shades of grey and the shade just depends on the person. No one view is the only view, you can learn a little something from all views whether you yourself agree with it or not. I could go on and on with lessons learned but I'll just say that it all makes me appreciate life for what it is and helps me focus on the positive rather than the negative. It makes a big difference in your emotional state let me tell ya... that and laughter, you can never have too much laughter in life!
The day's events fresh in my mind
while I sleep, to my dreams I am blind.
Blind in memory but not in sight
for when my eyes open, things are bright.
I must not have nightmares in my sleep
since dark images are not what I keep.
It could be in Technicolor that I dream
because swirls of color are what I gleam.
Pink and yellow, orange and green
twirling and forming shapes never seen.
Just quick flashes appear in my view
during those moments things seem askew.
In those moments its happiness I feel,
sleeping takes on a whole new appeal.
I think of my happy childhood days,
running in the sun, soaking in the rays.
Always with huge swirly suckers in hand,
thinking they were my key to Neverland.
The time goes fast and the colors fade,
real life quickly begins to invade.
This I accept so I can move on
living my day before it is gone.
The path to dreamland is always inviting
as long as the Sandman keeps up the lighting.
Week 35 Topic: A Passion Too Great to Control
(hard, 2 points): mention a guilty pleasure
(easy, 1 point): include dust mites
Final day to post: Nov. 3rd, midnight GMT. ©MDO
A passion too great to control
is present inside my soul.
What it is exactly I do not know
but deep inside it continues to grow.
In the future it will come out,
in that I really have no doubt.
Until then there are moments I treasure
while immersing in a guilty pleasure.
Someday passion and pleasure will co-exist
because any passion can not be dismissed.
Enjoyment of life will be brought to new heights.
Nothing will be left behind for the dust mites.
You look innocent
But in the morning you scream
Sorry, I got scared
Shining down on you
While you chirp your happy tune
Music in the night
a) Watching paper burn is a little fun too.b) It's sort of a burn worthy blog if I do say so myselfc) When done right, it's another safe way to allow the teeny, tiny pyro out to play
Beneath this exterior
A heart exists
Don't think me inferior
You would be remiss
Thick walls protect me
From all that is evil
Like verbal debris
That bores like a weevil
Inside is tender
Caring and pure
A thing of splendor
It's just obscure
When one takes the time
To break through the restraints
The reward is sublime
There would be no complaints
The truest of friends
Or lovers we'd be
Once it is set free