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My Best Year Ever

The Prompts:

  1. The last time my heart melted was because…
  2. A list of 15 ideas to make this your best year yet.
  3. Write about how you would spend the perfect Snow Day.
  4. Write a blog post inspired by the word: free.
  5. Share something that you worked on this week.
  6. Share a favorite recipe you have been loving

 

1. Meditation

2. Yoga

3. Journaling

4. Walking 

5. Working more on my goals with my Perfectly Posh business.

6. Sleeping more at night

7. Write a plan on exercise: I’m not trying to lose a lot of weight… Just be more tone and in shape.

8. This may fall in with # 7 but eating 3 meals a day and eating healthier

9. Getting my license back. 

10. Finding an inexpensive car.

11. Return to blogging on here at least every other day instead of every other month

12. Submitting more of my poetry

13. Stop procrastinating; on everything

14. Making “To Do” list and actually doing the things on the list

15.  Going to a dentist to get my teeth fixed would make this the best year ever for sure.

                       What can you list to make this your best year ever? You can link over to Mama Kat’s Losin It Writer’s Workshop. 

 

 


 

 

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Liars

There will always be 

my side,  your side , 

with the truth in between. 

 Oh, but the truth can be

manipulated.

Memories revised, facts unsaid,

minds that change.

It’s our lies that never falter.

Wrapping  us in comfort.

When all else falls apart,

 they cradle our heads,

lull us to sleep at night. 

When is enough ever enough? 

I hear you saying, 

“I can’t recall.”

No more. I am done.

I cannot accept 

your recollection 

when you claim forgetfulness.

I’m a liar.

So are you.

I can sleep with my fable.

Written for Yeah Write

It’s Me, Not You 

I’m just going through the motions.

Void of any real emotion.

Suicide is a selfish notion that I entertain.

Hear you asking what’s the matter?

Saying how you miss my laughter.

I know the love you’re after I can’t give away.

Find myself saying words I hate like it’s me, not you.

I know I’ll miss you when it’s too late and it’ll be my loss.

Swear to you if I knew the reasons for the changes you are seeing

I’d gladly unload my heavy burdens at your feet.

Standing at the edge of nothing.

Feel my heart ripping open and I can’t stop the pain.

You will see I was haunting my life.

Untouchable, unlovable and always on the outside staring in.

Maybe tomorrow will be better and I can love you more than I ever have.

So you’ll know it was I that was sick and you can carry on when I’m gone.
Written for Yeah Write

This Place

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Four in the morning, radio playing that song
Reminding me how everything went wrong
Still I can’t seem to find any reason why I should be alone
Mascara leaving black trails down my face
Explain to me how we even come to this place
Broke down, beaten, and tired of pain
How could you leave me screaming your name
Promised to love me for the rest of our days
Was my emotions just a game
My heart will never be the same
A year gone by and now it’s a crying shame
I couldn’t make you love me

Written for VisDare

*I normally don’t use rhyming in my poetry but I thought I’d play with it some. Anyone want to share your opinion…. please leave a comment.*

Compassionate Change

Compassion – noun –

a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.
How to feel compassionate for a stranger’s pain that isn’t our own is not an easy question. 
Rushing through our days, we read an article, hear the latest news, and think to ourselves, “How tragic.”
Meanwhile, the lost, damned, and jaded stay frozen in their lives. Fearing each new sunrise will bring with it more sorrow and for them no escape. They are just another headline waiting to happen. 
The New Year brings new hell to some, happiness to others. Until we get our hands dirty, there can be no change and compassion isn’t enough.
We keep moving as they stay frozen with no voice. 
Donetta Sifford