Cruise – WOTD

A word with several meanings

Some I will apply

Some people’s lives, cruise control

Mine is on overdrive

A wish for a calm Sunday

Morning, afternoon, and night

The forecast for me, uncertain

I’m still tip-toeing, like a little mouse

I make a wish, deep in my heart

For the money to come to my hands

To bring me to a fortunate place

Rather than where I reside

To take a trip out to sea

Cruise peacefully on

By each bay, day and night

Tranquility, that would surely be

It’s not in the cards, ya see, not yet

I pray and beg and barter and plea

To find a place of my own

I’m stuck here in my suffering

A cruise I could use, for real…

Another WOTD: Festival (Emo Version)

It’s a festival of smiles and of tears

When the smiles come less often

Wet eyes fill and explode with emotion

Then come the days of enjoyment

Less often, but on occasion they appear

Raised outer lips turned up in happiness

Like the music and gathering of the festival

They come and go as they please

My soul convivial when the tears leave

My essence gregarious when comes the grins

It’s my festival of emotion nonetheless

That makes me a celebration in my own sense

If I could only control the tears throughout the years

We’ll see…

Festival: WOTD

People swamp in like rats through the sewage

Cups in hand as they brush across each other

As the chords of music grace their ears

The smell of candied sugar whipped to stick

Corn dogs, turkey legs, lemonade

Beer, insanity, but fun

Dancing, living, and enjoying

Singing and chanting

Socialization at its highest point

It’s a festival of spirit

As much as a gathering of people

It’s a celebration of music

It’s a celebration of unity

It’s a celebration of us

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The last festival I had attended was in 2011, and it was in Little Rock, Arkansas. My ex-husband and I had went to Edgefest, and it had a huge turnout. With this pandemic, I miss these kinds of gatherings. I met so many great people, and we were packed to the front like marshmallows in a bag. It got a little scary when turkey legs flew into the air because what goes up…must come down. However, it was one of the greatest moments of my life, and I hope we get back to a point to where we get to enjoy life like that again…without risk of pandemic or sickness.

xoxo E.M.

WOTD Challenge: Quirky

I always love these daily challenges that my fellow bloggers put out there for us to stimulate thoughts and creativity, and I am thankful for them on days that it is hard to write something down. Today’s word of the day to inspire us from Cyranny is the word “quirky“.

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She is just an average girl of average characteristics. Her hair is short, as well as her temper (some might say). She stands a little under five foot tall with an attitude and personality that was much taller than those scanty inches of her height. The girl had always thought of herself as an awkward person growing up, and as an adult, that idea has still not changed since becoming a the woman she is today.

Awkward…socially awkward”, she often thinks to herself. What does that mean anyway…to be awkward? She is kind of a difficult person and can sometimes say embarrassing things, but she still could not see or ever think of herself as someone who deliberately set out to make people feel uncomfortable or lack grace in her action, as some definitions of the word would suggest. She is just different…maybe a little quirky.

She is mysteriously weird in some situations, and she has her own way about her that makes her persona who it is and will always be. She has always been a bit of a loner (unless she steps outside that comfort zone willingly), and, in social situations, a bit peculiar…even when she wishes to be the social butterfly that can flutter around the room and make people smile. She is eccentric in her personality, taste in music, and in the way her mind wanders and meanders around. She has always her own views that differed outside of societal norms, and although a quiet lady, she can definitely hold her own in a debate for something she believes in.

She almost thrives on being unpredictable, and schedules and organization of daily life has always been chaotic. It works for her though, and she doesn’t mind being the person that does not fit the mold of what everyone else wants her to be.

That girl that is now a woman is quirky, and that girl is me.

My Pieces Unheal

“Dial it back”

That’s what my gut tells me.

“Put up your wall and shut them out”

Each red flag that comes about

“Everything is good…we’re good”

I really cannot believe you and refuse to

The emphasis of your actions are null

Something feels off, a miss, and unbalanced

“Protect yourself”, I say…

Back away and quiet your words…

They do not deserve your dedication…your time…

My soul begins to burn as the timbers in the pit of a fire

I’m screaming inside my mind

I feel the pieces of my once full heart begin to unheal…break apart

With unrest in my mind turning my heart to glass…

I scream more inside my body

Each word coming from the mouths of those that do harm

Like a rock…thrown…cracking the glass already shattered once before

I scream more from my soul out of my own voice

“STOP PATRONIZING ME!”

Just stop…

Just go…

The shattered pieces no longer want to be glued together

The shards of glass that are now my heart are tired.

Goodbye.

WP Word of the Day Challenge – Peach

I have always gotten a “kick” out of people saying the phrase, “Everything is just peachy”. This could mean so many things, but in my experience, it’s pure and unadulterated sarcasm.

When we think of a peach, it is fuzzy with that fuzz standing on end, squishy on the inside, and a hard core in the center. That is a great comparison to a human persona and the physical aspects of humanity. When we are nervous or manipulated, our hair stands on end, and our hearts (the squishy part) is fragile and juicy. We cry when we are hurt (cut open), and it all is structured around this core of our being that can either grow another version of ourselves or fail to regrow to a new- blossomed human.

Whenever I say that something is peachy, it’s rarely a good thing and is usually a sarcastic remark to a harmless question of “how have you been?” or “how are you doing?” If things are good, I would say so, and my good vocabulary never involves the word “peachy”. How about you?

Difficult Selection

One must be more selective who is allowed to affect his or her life. 

It’s okay to allow yourself to be persnickety with your inner circle. 

It’s acceptable to screen the people entering your life on the daily. 

Be difficult. Be cautious. Be persnickety.

It’s your life!

It warrants looking sideways for a moment or turning your nose up to the garbage that is fed to your soul by people who are not legitimate in their intentions with the goodness in your life.

Your destination does not have to end with chaos. 

Breathe yourself in and choose to be persnickety with the welfare of your subconscious. 

You deserve it!