Evil Gossip, Your Heart is Black


You talk about all,

In such careless ways.

You don’t even care,

If your words are true

Or cause others harm.

 

Make you happy?

Make you feel good?

Make you better,

More understood?

 

In my eyes,

You’re heart is

Black and cold.

 

 You’re mean,

Ugly.

 

 Gossip.

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This is my first attempt at a diminished hexaverse poem, and my response to the Daily Prompt ~ Ready, Set, Go.

Imaginary friend. Can I have one now?


I never had an imaginary friend when I was young, but I would like to have one now. Wait. Did I really just say that?

Well, yes. Yes, I did, and it is true so let me just explain before you click away and say, Wow, this lady is bat shit crazy. There may be some small truth to the crazy, but it is more like a fun crazy as opposed to a lock-me-up crazy. Anyway, back to the adult imaginary friend I would like to have.

Don’t get me wrong, I DO have real, living friends. They just all live far away (cons of military life) or have their own busy lives that restrict them from being at my beck and call. Go figure. Therefore, I don’t get to see them as often as I would like.

My would-be imaginary friend is pretty dang fabulous and ALWAYS available. She lets me rant and vent when I am upset and gives me the best advice. She goes nearly everywhere with me too since she is in love with trying new things. On any given day, you can find us jogging a new trail, learning to paint, or signing up for skydiving. We take road trips to the beach at the drop of a hat. We read the same books so we can discuss the story. Sporadically, you may see us dressed to the nines for no given reason other than we want to look marvelous. We randomly dance to cheer each other up. We laugh so hard we cry. She is MY PERSON. (Kind of like in Grey’s Anatomy.)

This always-there friend is like all of my dear friends rolled into one. She is the super-star, ultimate-girl, call-in-case-of-an-emergency friend. By the way, she and I are going to hear a featured orchestra saxophonist play tonight. And of course, we will be looking glamorous.

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For the Daily Prompt ~ Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

In a Perfect World Where I Don’t Live


A grand slam in life?

What should I say?

There are so many things

that I dream of each of each day.

 

I envision my unicorns

playing in the sun.

I dream of writing

for money and fun.

 

My dreams tell me

That I can sing.

I’m so glamorous

and married to a king.

 

I have a love

that is ever so true.

Nothing ever ages

and always looks new.

 

My world is perfect

In every way I see.

Then I wake up

…and I’m still me.

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For the Daily Post ~ Grand Slam that prompted: The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)  [Yes, I was inspired and did two posts on this today.]

* Unicorn picture found on Daily Wicca.

Ultimate Victory, Ultimate Life


In the deepest of everyone’s soul are dreams. Some of those dreams are fantasy as they involve impossibilities like magical unicorns and unaffordable private islands. Yet others have realistic dreams that involve career success and a comfortable home.

I think I fall into both categories.

My ultimate desire in life is true, everlasting love. I dream of the storybook love that is in fairy tales. I want to be Cinderella. I want to dance at a ball and be swept off my feet. (I have already spent several years dealing with mean people and cleaning, so I am ready for the next step…and Halloween is coming up people. That means there are plenty of pumpkins that can turn into a coach, and I have a horse ready to pull it and a gown to wear….just saying. Sorry, let me get back on focus here.)

I think my wish is realistic though. The love in my dreams is pure, honest and fun. It is not perfect, but it lasts. It requires hard work, but does not give up. It’s everyday without fail. It steals my heart and soul, motivating me to be a better person. It makes my heart flutter. It is passionate. It makes me generous, kind and patient. It comforts me when I am sad. I look forward to each day with my love, my best friend.

But alas, I am a fool for love. I am consistently deceived by those wearing the masks of princes. Lured into castles that are really snares to my soul. Falling for the lines as if they are poetry. It always starts out beautiful…and then, they are gone. However, I keep trying because I am gullible since I believe he is out there. Somewhere, he is looking for me.

Unfortunately, I think he might be stuck on the private island with my magical unicorns though.

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For the Daily Post ~ Grand Slam that prompted: The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)