Monday Poetry

Poetry

Bitch with me

By Patricia Harris

The urge to just complain,
Not that you want to
Really anything change,
Just venting steam to release
And start again.

This is in the nature of the game,
Instead of fixing the problem
Whine and complain,
To feel better again.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Overcompensating

By Patricia Harris

The pain seems to spread
Because when one thing is hurting
We overuse another thing
To compensate for the loss of
The broken part…

Why do I feel like
This stretches to emotional
Situations as well as the physical?

Is overcompensating just a
Human traits that we don’t
Know how to avoid?

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

My Faults

By Patricia Harris

In my head
my faults are mountain sized,
built from the moments I have
so often tried…
and seen the inability
to make it work…
so the blame was in me?
because where else could it be?

instead of seeing the struggle
I have endured and the learning curve
that me was set before,
I assumed that I was flawed.

Overcome the world laid at my feet,
every issue did I defeat, just not in perfect grace,
so I listed my own flaws in litany
because I saw the struggle as my disgrace.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Bone Tired

By Patricia Harris

When does sleep
Finally catch up
With the tired
A lifetime long?

It’s not that I am complaining,
For life is full, and I am aware,
But more than three hours
Would help feel like
I have been mauled by a bear.

Poetry for poetry’s sake

Poetry

Humanity

By Patricia Harris

Define for me
That which makes us human?
The bits that keep us from
Being defined as animals
Or monster…

Remind me,
On my dark days,
That all that is within me
Is still humanity…
Even if I wonder if I ever
Was human at all?

What’s new Wednesday

Blog Weekly image

So I finished with the pad challenge yesterday and now I am starting the next phase of my new blog experience… and I don’t have any posts planned for this week. That means that I will be posting at random times for the next couple of days… but I am going to be trying to figure out what the new blog is going to be looking like.

I have a book review for a friend that I will be posting sometime soon – I was lucky enough to get an ARC for her book… and I can’t wait to tell you what I think about it. I have nearly finished reading it. My review is likely to be released near the release date in June.

Hope Splashes has a release date soon.

Chasing Ghosts is also releasing soon.

Fae Corps Publishing has a full release schedule until January of next year. So I will be able to talk about the publisher side of things some as well.

I still have to go through the categories and do a bit of a cleaning. I hope to get it done before next week.

Though I have done a lot of changes and the changes may mean the blog looks different, I think that it will be nicer to read in the long run.

Pad Challenge Day 30

Pad Challenge Day 30
Poetry

The End

By Patricia Harris

Is once the word is spoken

at the end of it’s life,

nothing further for it to know?

or is the verse just beginning

and the speech the start

of all it will know?

Either way I feel like
the word spoken in verse
will catch something more than
interest and ignite a new thirst.

Pad challenge Day 29

Poetry

Until dawn

By Patricia Harris

Staying awake for no reason
Until dawn approaches
Produces the same dreams
As if you were to crawl into
Bed as soon as the night falls.

Telling the self that life
Must fit in the schedule
Given by social settings
Only creates a guilt
Unnecessarily.

Pad challenge Day 27

Poetry

Remind me

By Patricia Harris

I just don’t know how
to remix the words
that I wrote already
so perfectly.

Remind me that I have
a flaw or ten,
so I don’t see the writing
as perfection written.

* I am not actually sure if I do write perfectly…. but the prompt today was to remix one of our own poems. I hate remixes in general and I don’t want to do it to my own poetry. I have plans to do a revisiting poetry book but it is mostly going to be a discussion of my own poetry, not the remix.

Pad challenge Day 26

Poetry

I am Human

by Patricia Harris

The best idea of who I am
is found in the mirror,
flaws showing,
Dreams weaving into a form
resembling something divine.

I am human,
with all that it might mean.
I am human,
with the whole world laid
out in front of my feet.