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13 to go…then a giveaway!

So I have 87 blog followers. I’ve had this blog for a bit over a year and this is exciting to me. I’m not on it as much as I would like. Life gets in the way but 87 people reading my words is amazing. So I thought why not have a giveaway when I reach 100! It’s gonna be sweet. It will be my first giveaway. Nothing too fancy. Just a little token of my appreciation.¬† Will post contest as soon as that 100 followers pops up so tell your friends to follow so we can get the party started!!

 

Pink sang it best!

Time For Some Non-Fiction Perhaps

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Letters to Kyle

So I had a new book idea. It will be non fiction. My first one. I got the idea after I had starting writing letters to a guy I was talking to after he left the area. In them are all the things I wanted to say but didn’t have the words to say face to face so I started writing him letters. Letters he will never see. Letters that show him all of me and not just the outside. These letters express my deepest desires and fears. It’s kind of like a diary but instead of talking to myself I’m talking to him. I’m debating if it’s something I would want to share with the world. It’s a true account inside my head and the things I’m constantly daydreaming about because my mind is always playing out some future scenario. I can’t seem to shut it off. I guess that’s one of the side effects of having a creative mind. Maybe idk I just made that up. Anyway it’s only ten letters so far and I’m not sure how many I will write since we barely talk anymore anyway and I really need to work on moving on anyway. I mean is it creepy to write letters to a guy you’re no longer close to anyway? I guess these things can’t be rushed. Feelings and emotions have a mind all their own. No one knows the moment when words no longer have a hold on your heart. I like the concept of an in depth look into how my mind works regardless. I may be the future Psychologist in me. I’m always thinking. I constantly live my life in the fiction, what if, scenarios. It’s high time I plant my feet firmly on the ground and join the living. I can fantasize all day but perhaps taking a leap into the non-fiction side of writing could be fun. I already do it with poetry anyway since that’s as real as my writing can get. My poetry is an extension of me anyway. I’ll leave you with my favorite Starbucks drink.

 

Passion Fruit Tea Lemonade
Passion Fruit Tea Lemonade

I Just Want To Runaway

Green Eyes

 

So I thought to myself you can write a book and you can write a poem. Why not a song? Well let me tell you, it’s not as easy as people make it look. I kept wanting to rhyme things like it was a poem and I guess it’s a story but much shorter and it can say many different things depending on what one feels when they read/hear it. It’s played to a beat only I can hear because I’m not a music maker. Just a writer who tried to play her hand at being a song writer. Don’t know if it will ever be a Grammy winner because even though I can sing I’m not all about the spot light of being a performer. I just like to write. Well here it is in all it’s glory saying whatever it needs to say to whoever it needs to say it to. Maybe one day I’ll write another one but for now I’ll stick to novels and poetry.

 

I Just Want To Runaway

Verse 1:

Look into the mirror, don’t like what I see

Why is it that people seem to always count on me

One foot out the doorway, I just want to runaway

From the hurt

From the lies

From the tears I’ve cried inside

From all the pain

If it’s all the same

I’ll never love again

 

Chorus:

I just want to runaway

I don’t want to fight today

This pain inside

I just want to hide away

I just want to runaway

I want all this hurt to wash away

My tears

Time to face my deepest fears

 

Verse 2:

Look into my heart, do you see the scars

Nothing you can do or say would make them go away

Picking up the pieces, wanting to start brand new

From the hurt

From the lies

From the screaming of my soul

Loud and clear

I just want you near

How do I make you hear?

 

Chorus:

I just want to runaway

I don’t want to fight today

This pain inside

I just want to hide away

I just want to runaway

I want all this hurt to wash away

My tears

Time to face my deepest fears

 

Bridge:

But when it’s all said and done

The damage has been done

All the loneliness has stolen my breath away

How to make you stay?

Still you walk away

From me

Never to return

The damage has been done

 

Chorus:

I just want to runaway

I don’t want to fight today

This pain inside

I just want to hide away

I just want to runaway

I want all this hurt to wash away

My tears

Time to face my deepest fears

I just want to runaway

I don’t want to fight today

This pain inside

I just want to hide away

I just want to runaway

I wag all this hurt to wash away

My tears

Time to face my deepest fears

 

©November 14, 2013. All rights reserved.

The Day My Heart Beat Stilled

Picture I made on my iPad of a forest at night
Picture I made on my iPad of a forest at night

 

The feeling you get when some days are better than others… Well that’s how I would describe my writing. Some days I won’t write anything and others if I don’t write anything I feel like I could explode with all the things I need to say. This is what was going on when I wrote this poem. It was all in my feelings and instead of sitting in the corner crying and feeling sorry for myself, why not just write the words on paper. Sometimes that makes the emotions seem to real and like that day really happened and now you can’t block it out because you’ve put words to memory. Now when you look at this thing that you have written you will remember why you wrote it in the first place. I am a writer. It’s what I do. I write. It’s the only time where I can completely say what it is I’m trying to say without wondering if I explained it well enough. I’m not a fan of too much emotion but there’s so much emotion in my writing. Maybe the problem is I don’t show enough emotion when I’m not writing. It’s just easier to express emotion when I’m writing versus day-to-day life. Anyway here is a poem I wrote last night.

Cold and lonely
The day my heart beat stilled
Even the kindest words cut deep
The day my heart beat stilled
Images of your perfect face
The day my heart beat stilled
Never fail to bring tears to my eyes
The day my heart beat stilled
I can still here your voice calling out to me
The day my heart beat stilled
About what a great girl I am
The day my heart beat stilled
And how you don’t want to be tied down
The day my heart beat stilled
But what I heard where the things you didn’t say
The day my heart beat stilled
They lies you forgot you told me
The day my heart beat stilled
But every word I will always remember
They day my heart beat stilled
But in the end I’m stronger
Because my heart beats still

Echoes Of A Lonely Heart

Posted this a couple weeks back. Finally found the words to finish it. My poetry always seems to take on a tortured theme. Oh well.

I’m standing in this open place
Wishing you would share a space with me
Close as can be
But yet so far away from me
I just want to hold your hand
But all you did was pull away from me
I reach out my hand to touch your face
But you slap my hand away
I go to stand right next to you
But you quickly walk away
What did I do to make you act this way
Was it maybe something I said or did
Doing my best to ease the pain
That starts to spread inside me
My heart begins to slow its beat
From the mental and physical ways you’ve pushed me aside
My soul tries to reach out to yours
With no answer in return
And all I hear around me
Are the echoes of my lonely heart

Great Wood Work

Plaque Poem

A friend of mine Jessica is making these lovely wood plaques. She makes them in all shapes and sizes with just about anything you can think of. This is the one she did for me of my poem “Dance The Dance”. I am in love with this beautiful rendition of art work. My poem seems so much more amazing than it really is. If you want to see more of her work or to request a piece done for yourself her Facebook page link is https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rumph-Rustic-Designs/619291941425515. Go over and like her page and check out her other works.