Autumn Finally!

Orange and black colors
Filling my mind with delight
Fake webs hanging above the doors
Loving the season with all of my might

My own Nightmare Before Christmas
As the cold winds blow into the trees
The autumn skies glowing on the brush
The falling leaves brings my heart to appease

The night time brings forth it’s somber tune
Exceptional sounds fill the air at night
As the barn owl hoots at the dark moon
As the coyote’s howl brings us a fright

Jacket weather and the nice cool breeze
No more roasting against the hot sun
A good time to give your loved ones a squeeze
Now is the time for bonfires and fun

The Daily Post:  Word of the Day = Exceptional

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We’ve Changed

Where do we go from here?

Only you would know…

I am sitting here pondering myself

Because you don’t lend me your mind

 

How did we get here?

I imagine it’s all my fault

You changed along with me

Now we’re both lost in our hearts

 

What do you want from me?

I really don’t have a clue

Your feelings elude me

Your heart cold and skewed

 

When did we fall apart, my love?

Not sure how we reached this demise

I don’t remember losing your heart

Regrets overflow my mind

 

Why do we do this to each other?

I wish I could take it all back

For my love is always with you

Even on the darkest of our days

 

She’s Just A Girl

She sits here worrying and contemplating her life, and she doesn’t know which path she should take.  There are good choices and bad ones along her way.  Just like everyone else, she has to make those hard choices.  It just feels too heavy and labored to find a way to be happy.  All she really does is make herself more miserable with each decision she makes.  Everyone wants her to be strong and carry herself to her destination, but, honestly, she’s just a girl.

She doesn’t have all the answers to the mysteries of this world, and she doesn’t always make the right choices.  Her struggles are just as real as his or hers or you or yours.  Each of those struggles drags her down and breaks her.  Each time she breaks, she tries to cope with the bits of herself that she has lost, not knowing if she will ever be able to get those pieces back or repair herself.  Her mind is a mess, and her heart has turned stone cold.  She cannot do everything for everyone anymore because she’s just a girl.

The reason she is just a girl is that she doesn’t know how to do or be anything or anyone else.  This is all she has ever been, and it is probably all she ever will be.  Broken.  Incapable of giving or receiving love.  Lost.  Forsaken.  She just cannot find her way back to the path that will lead her to the destination that she has always dreamed of.  Her struggle is real, and she hopes she can make it through all of the pain of this life.

Afterall, she is just this average girl with average struggles and immense pain.

 

Anxiety

The fear inside screaming out loud
You find yourself in the middle of pain
Looking for that tiny little shroud
Of hope…keeping you steady and sane

Torn up… on the deep of your insides
Causing your heart to feel panicked
Your mind going on roller coaster rides
You find yourself feeling quite manic

Struggling…not able to breathe in and out
The pressure on your shoulders hold you down
Teetering on what is real or what it’s all about
You feel like your under…ready to drown

via Daily Prompt: Panicked

Ramblings – May 2, 2017

My virtual world sometimes takes over my real world.  It has a control of me that I cannot explain.  I make all these plans to get tasks done, and then hours pass with me still playing my games.

There will be more posts tomorrow.  Thank you to everyone who has followed me and commented.  The control shall be mine tomorrow…I hope! 🙂

via Daily Prompt: Control

New Love

She walked in the door
Dressed in all her splendor
Her look caught his wandering eye
He went to her with candor

She outstretched her hand towards him
A merry meet on her mind
He balanced the soft of her hand at his lips
Bringing an explosion of energy so divine

Her knees went weak
His kiss trailed up her arm
No intentions of stopping him
No need to throw the alarm

A new feeling filling up her heart
Her past brought nothing but tears
She could get used to the treatment
An apprentice to his love for years

via Daily Prompt: Apprentice

Memories of Grandma

via Daily Prompt: Yarn

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Whenever I think of yarn, I think of my grandmother.  She was always crocheting something beautiful.  She would sit there on her little love seat, no matter the season, and craft away at a new blanket with her yarn purse at her side.  Her crochet basket was always full of so many colors, needles, and patterns…granny squares covered the cloth bottom.

She had a small closet under the stairway that went upstairs, and it had shelves stacked from top to bottom.  Guess what was in there?  Oodles and oodles of yarn organized by colors filled the shelves, of course, all protected by mothballs.  It looked like a closet of rainbows.  As a child, the scent of the mothballs mixed ith the yarn was a pleasant one.  I loved walking into that closet and seeing all the different reams of string that she had picked up.

I remember we would go to K-Mart specifically to get yarn.  I was always excited to do this because I got to pick out some spools of it too.  She liked Red Heart, and I liked anything that felt soft and fluffy.  I would usually get the calico colors…the ones that changed as you pulled them out of the spool.

We’d check out and head back home.  Then she would put her new yarn in her basket, make me something to eat, and get to work on her new project.

Man, I miss her so much.  I see her face now smiling with that needle in hand…a cigarette burning in the ashtray on the side table.  It’s such a good memory…one I haven’t had for a while.

xoxo E.M.