Enamored and Shattered

 

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Enamored and shattered

Hopelessly tattered

Our love was deep like the endless sea

But look what you went and did to me

The trust I held for you so long

Now feels shameful, sinful and wrong

 The sweet kisses and gentle snaring

Now a pool of defects glaring

How could you be the same person

Your sneaky tactics of aversion

Now I’m onto you, you see

I refuse to be a victim: me

No longer am I the crazy one

My healing has certainly begun

I feel calm now knowing the gist

You are a psychotic narcissist.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/enamored/

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Unconventional Bears

 

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Once upon a time

There were three bears

They enjoyed limes

In their underwear

No one knew they lived like this

After all, who really would?

These bears liked to mostly sit

More so than they mostly stood

They liked honey

and Twinkies, too

Harassing anybody

With a small amount of food

They were unconventional

As most bears never are

It was merely consequential

They drank out of mason jars

So the next time you see a bear

Don’t run and scream like crazy

If they are in their underwear

They won’t chase you; they’re much too lazy.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/rhyme/

Magnetic Mantra

 

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I like to be positive

Full of faith and esteem

There is no room for hate

We’re all equal, you and me

I use magnetic mantras

They help me when I’m down

You can do it; Keep going

Keep my feet firm on the ground

They’ll stick inside my brain

All those positive words and vibes

I’m gonna rock this day

And I’ll smile big and wide

So if you’re feeling down

Don’t fret; you’ll be fine

Just use a magnetic mantra

To attract what you desire

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/magnetic/

Inhabit The Mind

 

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So, I have always been an overthinker. Even when I was about six or seven and attended the awful Sullivan elementary school in Philadelphia (a lot of schools in Philly look more like prisons) confined to gloomy hallways and blinding classrooms, my mind was racing. It was dark and freaking gruesome like some medieval castle from a Dracula movie. All the kids were brats, the teachers were mean and that one time I threw up my recess Original Flavor Slim Jim in my favorite phonics book just about did it for me.

And let’s not forget about the clown pajamas Halloween costume.

Somewhere along the way, I started to fret about this crap. Like, weird thoughts would just get in my mind and then they’d kind of just hang around like vagrant inhabitants of an abandoned building. There was a time when I thought if I dropped the milk cap on the floor that it was better for it to land open side down so dust wouldn’t get in the inside. You know, because mounds of dust fall from the air in split seconds just to cake the inside of milk caps.

I felt like a weirdo since I was small but since it was the ’70s, there was nothing that could or would be done about it. We weren’t rich, we didn’t live in New York City and mostly, no one noticed that I was weird. I just felt weird.

That is probably the number one reason I started writing… to get rid of the weirdness. Despite all my writing over the years (I once locked myself inside my apartment for a weekend with cigarettes, liquor, and a computer to write out one hundred and thirty poems in less than 48 hours) I have only been officially published once – one stinking poem. All my stuff gets rejected. Maybe it isn’t good enough, maybe it is too weird, maybe it just ‘isn’t a good fit.’

I don’t know.

Then, like yesterday into today, I get down on myself when those icky, negative thoughts of self-doubt inhabit my mind. Ugh. I cry and yell at myself. “Why am I wasting my time? I am just not good enough.”

I submitted a piece for an anthology about shame and it got rejected. Everything I submit gets rejected. Do I need to add a whole bunch of fluffy bullshit to my prose to get people interested? Do I need to be fake? I don’t want to be fake… being fake led me down a drunken path and I’m not doing it.

Anyway, since it was rejected, I will submit it somewhere else and see where it goes. And if it goes nowhere a couple more times, I’ll just post it here and let you all read it. I also submitted a query for the novel so I am waiting on word from that publisher.

Happy Friday everyone! Today is your day to shine.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/inhabit/

Synchronize Yourself

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Synchronize your mind

You can do it

Get it in order

Like flying birds and planes

Or bugs on the waves

Make everything happen

At exactly the same time

In exactly the same way

Determination

Strength

Tenacity

You can do it

Write that book

Sing that song

Build that house

Take that trip

Quit that job

Follow your heart

Follow that dream

The world is yours. 

The Daily Post: Synchronize

Ooze Confidence

 

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Image: Pixabay – Scred

 

 

Ooze…

Ooze confidence. 

Ooze determination.

Ooze loyalty.

Ooze dependability.

Ooze love.

Ooze forgiveness.

Ooze compassion.

Ooze weirdness.

Ooze creativity.

Ooze humilty.

Ooze authenticity as you carve your path in this world. We all possess innate qualities that make us who we are. Be you the best way you know you can be.

Light and love my friends. ❤ Happy Tuesday.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ooze/

Trance

 

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Happy 2017 Eclipse, everyone. Don’t stare at the sun. I’m not sure if you’ll really go blind, but I don’t think it is a good idea, regardless. Keep your pets indoors (though, I don’t think animals like to look at the sun?) and just be smart about it.

Stephen King wrote two books that take place during an eclipse. I thought he wrote a short story, too. I could be wrong.

Anyway, I think a solar eclipse is a great time to meditate, maybe go into a trance state and really get to the nitty gritty of your conscious.

I am at work, sick as a sick dog, but my boss said I could go to the park and check it out. His wife gave me eclipse glasses.

Where will you be during the great 2017 Eclipse?

 

via Daily Prompt: Trance