Invisible

And oldie I dug out of my archives...

Invisible

You cut me off mid-sentence
To talk to someone else.
You ask me about my day
But change subjects before
I can answer.

I speak, yet no one hears.

Everyone makes plans
For things outside work.
But they never include me.
If only they would ask,
I would love to join them.

I bleed, yet no one sees.

People pass me as
I eat my lunch alone.
They wave and say “Hi”
To the girl behind me
No one say’s “Hi” to me.

I exist, yet no one knows.
I am invisible.

Monet Beautiful

You are beautiful
Lovely as Monet could do
Best keep my distance

Life Balance

leading a life
of Following
you Miss out
on opportunities
to Lead.

yet the
Opposite
is also True.

the quest now
is to find the
Balance
to make your
Life your Own.

The way of life

It's the way of life
Isn't it?
To live
To learn
To experience
All that you can?

To enjoy
The big moments
To savor
The little ones?

To regret
The way things happened
Even more
The way they didn't?

To move past
To push on
To grow
Every chance you get?

Learning to accept
The past
And believing in
Your future?

Yes, that is the way of life,
I believe.

New Beginning

Lovely way to clear the air
Past revisited
Perfect way to start over

Same Yet Different

Time passes
Things change
Everything is different
Yet everything's the same.

Passing the same people
Taking the same routes
Breathing the same air
Yet the air is different somehow

Not sure what to do
This feels like an ending
An urge to start over
Almost feels like a beginning

Remembering

Make it go away.
Make the memories erase.
I want to sleep now.

Weekly Word Prompt:

It's time for the weekly word prompt. What this means is that I am going to pick one word and use it to inspire a poem. Then I challenge each of my readers to use that same word to inspire a poem or a short bit of prose. If you would like to share what you write, I'd love to read it. Simply reply in the comments of this post.

This weeks word is: fire.


Her heart was on fire,
heating her from
inside out.
A hot blush
scorched her
pale skin.
Then the icy fingers
of embarrassment
latched hold
and suddenly she
couldn't breathe.
The man, disarmingly
handsome,
deceptively
honest,
was embracing
her best friend.
Their lips met.
Their hands caressed.
And watching
this scene,
her heart broke.
So she wiped
her tears and
held her head
up high.
She marched past
the pair
and said goodbye.
Goodbye to
men
and goodbye to
friends.

Love From Afar

The man stares,
lonely,
across the crowded
room.
He pines for the lovely
dark-haired maiden
quite
oblivious to his
gloom.

Entranced by her
smile,
he has fallen in
love,
has been for
awhile.
He summons his
nerve
and starts across
the room,
but a man whisks
her away
leaving only a trail
of her lilac
perfume.

So close yet
worlds apart.
So he shuffles home
to nurse his broken
heart.

Garden Affair

A beautiful girl
stands there
solitary on the
terrace.
Slowly dusk blooms
around her.
Staring across the
perfumed garden
she catches his
watchful eye.
Forbidden words
shared only
through a look.
Slowly she raises
her fingertips,
pressed ever gently
to crimson lips,
and sends her
love to him.
A touch at her
side alerts her
to another's
presence.
Rosy blush
creeps into her
cheeks thankfully
masked by the
dusk.
An arm around
her bare shoulders
guides her
ever away
into a life
she does not
want and farther
from her
garden lover.
Inside
her heart breaks
into a million
tiny pieces.

Haiku

Noontime sun so hot
The sprinkler is a reprieve
Water dances on my skin

Summer Evening

the evening
breeze kisses
my skin

the cricket
serenade echos
in my ears.

I relax with
a cold glass
of lemonade

as the sun
sinks slowly
past the horizon.

Afternoon Storm

Sitting here
with the rain
pouring down
around me,
I close my eyes
and let the rest
of my senses
take over.

The scent of
wet grass,
The splash
of the rain
dripping into
the puddles
at my feet,
The cool wetness
against my skin.

A peaceful
feeling glides
over me,
as I let my
mind fall into
this beautiful
afternoon storm.

Nothing To Say

They had nothing to say to each other.
Annie was tired. After fighting for so long, there was nothing left to say. She glanced over at James, who looked embarrassed, as if he wanted nothing more than to run away. It was then she realized it was time. She stood, pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and walked away from the only love she'd ever known.

This snippet was created from Blog Prompt #161 @ http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/

Weekly Word Prompt: Rain

I've decided that I'm going to do a weekly word prompt. What this means is that I am going to pick one word and use it to inspire a poem. Then I challenge each of my readers to use that same word to inspire a poem or a short bit of prose. If you would like to share what you write, I'd love to read it. Simply post it in the comments of this post.

This weeks word is: rain.

Here is just a snippet.

Afternoon sunshine
Glints off the
Rain drops as
They fall to the ground;
Tiny diamonds dancing
In the air
Landing with a
Ripple into the
Sparkling pond.

Life is a Monster

Life will bend
your mind
until reality
breaks,
until your soul
stops beating
and your
heart falls to
pieces.

Life is a
dragon breathing
fire down your
back,
never letting
up until your
happiness is
blistered and
red
and your hope
is a shattered
mess.

Life doesn't care
if you have
wants or needs,
its a ruthless
demon
pressing ever
forward
until life itself
ceases to
exist.

Taylor Interrupted

Beautiful in a
twinkling gown
Taylor accepts her
shiny award.

Kanye is
quite displeased
his deplorable
actions to be abhorred.

Beyonce is
a vision in red
and sets
to make things right.

But with all things
said and done,
it was still a
quite spectacular night.

Where I belong

I want to be where the nights
are crisp and cool
To look out across my land
and witness that beautiful
blue haze each
and every day

I want to breathe
the clean mountain air
to fall into the spectacular
views around me
and forget everything
but that very moment.

I want to lay
in grass, looking up
into an endless blue sky
and know this is where
I belong.

This is home.

Haiku

Summer sun beats down
But night brings a certain chill
Soon autumn will come

Go Away

I wish to forgive
I wish to forget
But I can't seem
To do that just yet

To clear my thoughts
To clear my mind
But I just can't
Seem to unwind

I want to move on
I want to be okay
But your memory
Won't go away

Friendship Bracelet

I thought of Kendall today.
I had been cleaning out my closet, when I stumbled upon a small wooden box. Briefly my throat tightened as I remembered exactly what was in that tiny box. Slowly I opened it, revealing Kendall’s bracelet. A hot tear slid down my cheek as I sat on the floor of my closet, staring at the faded strings on the bracelet, which at one time had been had been so vibrant and colorful. Time slipped away as the memories flooded back to me.

******

I met Kendall the year I turned thirteen. It had been a hot summer and I was grateful for my family’s cabin on Turner Lake. Typically, I would spend most of my waking hours basking in the sun and then cooling off in the lake.
The day I met Kendall, I had spent most of the morning on my bike, perfecting the stunt that was sure to impress the boys across the lake. At noon, I realized I was hungry and ambled my way back toward the cabin to see what mom had fixed for lunch. I was almost to the front porch, when I saw her. She was sitting on the dock with her bare feet dangling off the side, making small splashes in an otherwise motionless lake. She was a scrawny little thing with wild brown hair blowing in the wind. She had this pensive look on her face, as if she had some heavy burden on her shoulders.
Always one to make a new friend, I walked over to her.
“Hi, I’m Molly,” I said quietly to her.
She looked up at me, smiled, and replied “I’m Kendall.”
I removed my shoes and sat down next to her, my toes in the water identical to hers. “I’ve never seen you here before,” I said. “I come here every summer with my parents.”
“No,” she almost whispers, “This is my first time. My parents thought it would be good for us to get away from the city for a while.”
We talked to each other for hours that day. By the time I crawled into bed that night, I knew more about Kendall than I did any other friend I’d ever had. She told me of her family, her friends back home, and then she told me of her cancer. She told me of chemotherapy and of being sick most of the time. She also told me that one month earlier, she chose to stop her therapy. But of everything she told me that day, the word incurable is what stuck out most in my mind. Even at the age of thirteen, my heart ached for this girl.
The rest of the summer we were inseparable. We spent every possible moment together. We spent our mornings fishing, our afternoons swimming, and we spent our evenings lazing in the hammock listening to the crickets play their songs. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time.
Before we knew it, summer had come to an end. Kendall was staying at the lake for another month or two, but I had go back home. Mom said that she and dad had to return to work and that I had to go back to school.
I remember that last day vividly. We were both in tears as we hugged each other fiercely, afraid to let go. Before my parents dragged me to the car, I told her she was the best person I knew and that she would always be my best friend. I told her that I couldn’t wait to see her next summer, but I knew in my heart that I would never see this girl again.
Two months later, I received the letter in the mail from her parents. She was gone forever. The cancer had taken my best friend from me. Even though I knew what cancer was, and what stopping chemotherapy meant, I was still unprepared for the emotions that assaulted me. I was desolate. For weeks I was inconsolable and I know my parents worried about my grades, having just started the school year. But I just didn’t care about it. I wanted to see Kendall, just one more time.
With the letter from Kendall’s parents was another envelope, which according to the letter was from Kendall herself. Finally, after waiting four weeks, I felt ready to open it.
Inside, was letter and a rainbow colored friendship bracelet. According to the date on the letter, it was written only two days before she died. The letter was brief, but it said all it needed to say.

Dear Molly,
Thank you for giving me the best summer ever. I just wanted to tell you how much this summer meant to me. You turned my last summer from miserable to wonderful, and I want to make sure you know that. I know that we’re kids and we’re supposed to just play and have fun, but I’ve learned something from having cancer and I want to share it with you. Always, always, love every day and never waste a second, you’ll never get it back.
Love,
Kendall
P.S. I made this bracelet for you, I hope you like it.

*****

Wearing that bracelet has always made me feel close to Kendall. Anytime I was having a bad day or was feeling sad, I would rub the soft threads in the bracelet and think of her I would remember the words in her letter and my worries would fade away. I promised myself that I would always do the one thing Kendall ever asked of me; to live every second.
I still have that bracelet, some twenty-odd years later. The threads are too fragile for me to wear it anymore, but it’s always close by. Even now, it provides comfort to me when I need it most. When I’m feeling weak, I just think of that scrawny girl with the wild hair who showed me the real meaning of strength.

Friends

I see it clearly
as only hindsight can,
what is, was,
what could have been.


If only there was
a way to take back time,
to reverse, rewind,
to change your mind.

I would show you
how it should have been,
a team, forever,
friends till the end.

You Are Gone

There is not a part of me,
of my life,
that you haven't touched.
So many laughs we've laughed,
and tears we've cried.
There is nothing we didn't share.
You were my rock,
my friend,
my everything.
You were there,
when everyone else had gone.
You gave me hope.
But now you're gone,
and I keep
remembering
the past.
Every memory is now
tainted with you.
No thought exists
without one of you
to sit right beside it.
You have gone and taken
my history
and my happiness
from me.
You have gone and
I am left with
stolen memories.

Being Myself

Sometimes I feel
Never good enough,
Never smart enough,
Never thin enough.

Sometimes I feel
Never happy enough,
Never beautiful enough,
Never liked enough.

Sometimes I want
To change myself
To forget myself
To stop myself.

But then I wouldn't
Be myself enough.

Unsatisfied

It's much too early.
Dawn has yet to break.
Brown eyes flutter open.
I force myself to wake.

I step into the shower.
I must begin my day.
The hot steam rises.
Sleep begins to melt away.

Grab a cup of coffee.
Soon I'm out the door.
Heading to the job,
That leaves me wanting more.

The Week Begins Anew

Time passes
Slowly but surely
Pressing ever forward.

Day seeps
Into night and
Night seeps into day.

Then you wake
On Monday morn
Realizing the weekend is gone.

It's time to play

A light breeze tickles past the window.
The curtains rustle ever so slightly.

Canine ears perk up instantly,
Eagerly searching for a scent in the wind.

A happy tail thumps wildly.
A large furry head lands in my lap.

I look down at this hopeful face,
and I know it's time to go out to play.