Of Two Minds

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

I lay still a sec or two;

Will I smile today, or weep?

 

On days of the first

I plan, I work, I do.

An energetic burst;

But days like this are few.

 

On days that feel the latter

I put on a brave face

I fill my day with chatter,

My effort leaves no trace.

 

I have thought to reach for aid

But don’t know how to express

How parts of me fade;

How each day is less and less.

 

Who could know this blight?

Who sees through the smoke?

Who would know I’m not all right?

Who sees I hide behind each joke?

 

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

My mind get it’s on-cue.

Which mindset will it reap?

 

Don’t Say

Not to speak

Words that hurt

Yet dreaming softly

Of the dirt.

 

Bound up tight

Stress and fear

An urge I fight

Still lingers here.

 

I am at war

My smile: armor

My silenced core

Plays the charmer.

 

I’m lost inside

Don’t know my way

My compass fried;

Lost to the fray.

 

I know the prize

That hides within.

I keep my soul;

If I can win.

 

*note: this is one that was written a few weeks ago by hand, I just finally typed it up.

Life Story

Life is full of challenges

Some big and some small

We try to sway past obstacles

But we can’t see them all.

 

They say life’s all ‘bout choices

But it’s also mostly chance.

How do you meet prince charming

If they never hold a dance?

 

We take what we are given

And we spin it to a tale

Making up our story

Explaining why we fail.

 

But what if all our failures

Are really just plot twists?

What if each discomfort

Is a lesson we have missed?

 

A Poem

Years of my life I’ve spent spending my time

Waiting for something I can’t quite define.

A big silver clock ticks on top of my head.

The more the time passes I miss what it’s said.

My glasses are thicker; my waistline is too.

The days looking forward are fewer than few.

Just out of reach is the answer I want.

Changing and morphing, the words are a taunt.

I watch others pass me, getting there first.

They started before me, with placement that’s worse.

Where am I going? What purpose is this?

What obstacles are there for me yet to miss?

Life can be hard, but the ending is certain.

When all’s said and done, how much waiting is worth it?

Throwback Thursday

Oh what the heck, I’ll post a day early so I can remind you of my book, Tilted Tales under the guise of the pop culture phenomenon, throwback Thursday. Cheers!

 

Inner Magic

Every living being carries magic at its core,

Even those who never did a mystic thing before.

 

Don’t commit to memory shifty lines of magic spells.

Don’t mix yourself a brew of sense-offending smells.

 

The magic that I mean takes so little skill to cast.

Bet my worldly fortune that you’ve used it in the past.

 

It doesn’t take a wizard to figure what this means:

Loving is a power that is written in your genes.

 

 

 

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