April PAD challenge Day 1

the prompt can be found here

Ars poetica April 1

Poetry

Am I just a fool
for wanting to write
the verse freely?

to weave the words
into the poetic,
pick my pen up
and let poetry flow.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

I shut my eyes
You call but I just cut the line
I know your style
I know that you want one more night
And I’m backsliding
Into this just one more time
Too far from over you
Beams from your M2
Are blowing through my room
And now you
Lay down in my shoes
You dyed your hair blue
Oh, so much déjà vu
And now
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
Don’t you want some more
‘Cause I can feel your love
That purple touch
Everyone who sees you falls in love
You eat us up
You live like you’re on camera
You slide on top
A moon to all the juice in us
Too far from over you
Beams from your M2
Are blowing through my room
And now you
Lay down in my shoes
You dyed your hair blue
Oh, so much déjà vu
And now
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
Don’t you want some more
‘Cause I can feel your love
Maybe in time
When we’re both better at life
Daylight can open my eyes
And you’ll still be by my side
But meanwhile
I’ve got my contact high
You’ve got your powdered lies
We’ve got these summertime nights
Night by night
I let you eat me alive
I want you to eat me alive
I want you to eat me alive
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
I can feel your love
Your temporary touch
It’s a hit and run
You go back there when you’re done
Don’t you want some more
‘Cause I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love
I can feel your love

My 2 cents –

my son recommended this to me and it is so powerful.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Involuntary Movements

by Patricia Harris


Remaining still is easier said

than it is for me to do,
I am made of gelatin and
thoughts straight from the
ocean's waves.

Involuntary Movements
are almost expected
when you are as chaotic
as I.

Friday Share

Friday Share

So you found a new book?

Or maybe you just published one?

Did you find a new webcomic that you like?

Or a song you think everyone should hear?

No need for explanation…Just Share it.

You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!

Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.

Post links in the comments.

Occasionally I will too.

Thursday Thoughts

Meme - Feeling Invisible

To be honest I did not know what to say this week.

How often can you complain about the same thing before even you start to see it as just whining? And that is often the thing with chronic illness…we end up feeling like we are whining. No one wants to hear that it hurts for the millionth time. We can’t do anything that remotely feels useful.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone is interested in the dribble I do have to say. Then I think about it and realize that it doesn’t matter. I still need to speak my truth. I still have to get up and fight every day. Giving up is not in the cards.

So, Though I really didn’t know what to say today…I wanted to at the very least say HI. I Exist!

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Snuffed

by Serena Mossgraves

the candle flickered softly
till the snuffer was brought forth.
the illusion of knowledge
given to the world is stripped
as the light fell from the eyes
of the innocent when truth was seen.

perhaps the snuffer has uses,
the world darkness does need…
the light has uses and knowledge
can be gleaned by leaving
the innocent to see.

Tuesday Tunes

Lyrics –

Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in, as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows, ink on the page
And I can’t seem to find my way home
And it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
Your heaven’s trying everything
To keep me out
All the places I’ve been and things I’ve seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I’ll never see again
And I can’t seem to find my way home
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
To keep me out
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down
‘Cause it’s almost like
Your heaven’s trying everything
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down
To break me down
To break me down
Your heaven’s trying everything
Your heaven’s trying everything
To break me down

My 2 cents –

with chronic illness hitting hard and sensory overload setting in because of the weather changes…plus I overloaded my work load…I am feeling this song lately.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

forgetting

by Patricia Harris


I am working on forgetting
the importance of my life,
for I am more than what I
can remember myself to be.

instead I want to remember
the importance of those I love
and the way I want to eventually be
instead of focusing entirely on me.

world poetry day

Poetry

Hindsight

by

Serena Mossgraves


The way hindsight blinds,
kindness hidden by fear,
and friendship torn apart
by the illusion of what
the mind perceives.

Perhaps hindsight is twenty twenty,
but with no light to illuminate
seeing through the dark
can be an impossible thing.