I remember the days
when I jokingly wrote about
the things I feared the most,
I think it was zombies
Until the day came
when simply the act
of walking out my door
pretty much does it
because I’m not white,
and I’m an immigrant.
And somewhere out there,
someone is angrily
and righteously thinking,
that I don’t belong.
And in their hateful eyes,
they’re convinced they’re not wrong.
it’s a different world out there
a sense of darkness lingers in the air
where hatred and prejudice have claimed the day,
where humanness and compassion have lost their way
will hatred win and will love lose?
what now should our children choose
when words of hatred spew from everywhere
from mouths of leaders who do not care?
where courageous acts go unnoticed
indifference reigns, a sad prognosis
for the world that once was, nothing but a dream now
how do we move on? I no longer know how.
via Daily Prompt: Reprieve
adrift, she watches
life passing her by
that nothing is a lie
from a baby’s laughter
to an old man’s grin
she’s ruminating, believing
that her life is filled to the brim
with everything that she wants
all that she needs
as the fragile world around her
cuts and bleeds
via Daily Prompt: Adrift
she always hated the descent
from the highest highs
back down to the lows
when the soaring feeling
she’d grown to depend on
was gone and she found herself
via Daily Prompt: Descend
Sometimes I get so serious with my poetry that I forget to have a bit of down time. Well, just in time for the weekend (Mother’s Day here in the US), for today only, you can download as many FREE romance books as you want for all e-readers!
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life is too short
for worries you can’t take to your grave
no matter what our weaknesses,
be kind, be true, be brave
be real, be happy,
be authentic no matter
what you decide to do
you were here one day
and then on Sunday, you were gone
life is simply too short and so unfair –
i still can’t believe you’re gone.
Note: I’m shocked as I lie in my bed tonight half the world away, having just learned my cousin died of a heart attack at 48. It’s so weird how Facebook has become the only avenue for people to connect and record passages. Still, she was too young… Rest In Peace, Loida ❤️
for my birthday, i want a bookcase
where i can live a different life
page after page
each treasured book a sweet escape
never one to lose my place
for my birthday i want a home
where i can live and not be afraid
like i always am
each day the same unflinching reality
another unfulfilled life on the lam
for my birthday i want to be happy
for life will be short
from here on
i’ve fallen far from where i started
but from this moment on, I’ll be reborn
you died last month
and I thought I was free
from the memories that have left me
unable to feel –
happiness and joy,
even sadness and pain.
instead, all I feel is the blame
for letting all that you did
happen to me.
via Daily Prompt: Better
So I totally fell of the NaPoWriMo wagon.
Sixteen months after I completed it, I finally released my fifth book today. And it feels good. Hard to believe, the book started out right here on May 2013 as a writing prompt, something about stepping into an elevator and meeting someone interesting. I ran with it – and boy, did I run with it – and a year later it became a book and another year or so later, a sequel.
I think it’s a good excuse. Right?
I am not pleased, not when it feels like
we’re all dancing in the first circle of hell
where the ones considered different among us are taken away,
and our sense of compassion have slowly unraveled,
where it’s easier to turn a blind eye
to the things that are really happening,
instead believing the sweetly-coated lies and the hype,
too afraid to see what true consciousness can bring,
not when we can no longer trust one another
and inclusion becomes just a forgotten word.
I am not pleased with the way things are turning out today
where people who are just like us are no longer seen nor heard.
via Daily Prompt: Pleased