Argument

Argument

It doesn’t matter

Even when it hurts your soul.

You will never be right.

Hurt

Hurt

My eyes tell you all.

But, my soul knows how to lie.

I think I am done.

Music

Music

Where are the lyrics?

Astute word plays forgotten.

Massacred language.

31 Days of Haikus

So much has changed in the last couple of months. Although, I feel EXTREMELY blessed beyond words (cliche, I know...but it's true) I have found myself missing something that was unique to me.

MY WRITING.

I have decided, in order to pop my now dormant non communicative wordy creative genes, I would give myself a task of creating 31 Haiku in the month of October. I am hoping that this is enough to inspire the writer in me to wake up and sign up to once again attempt NaNoWriMo and hopefully finish with a novel that I am proud of editing. (The last one is printed and in a binder and I refuse to edit because I think it's crap) Anyway, I know I am late in posting this so I have two Haiku's to introduce you to. The next couple of days will be without introduction and will just be the poems.

Thank you for your patience and off I go grab some zzzz's before the baby wakes up.

10-1 

Forgiveness

The air is thick with regret.

Devotion betrayed.

Open your eyes, I’m still here.

10-2 

Regret

That look in your eye, I knew.

Mi alma llora.

Time leaves open wounds never to heal.

2013 Resolution

I’m putting this in writing.

Not because my soul is aching for it, but because I read a book that said in order to realize ones goals, one must actually see them.

I’ve lost my way.

Word counts became too high, books got too wordy and the romance in words became lost in acronyms.

IDK, sometimes I wonder what’s the point?

No one feels words anymore.

I too have fallen victim to the unpersonalized world of speed language.

In an OH EM GEE world, the pen was replaced.

My goal is to revitalize my burning desire to feel the syllables.

I will become familiar with the feeling of pen on paper… fingers on a keyboard.

I will grovel to the undying glory of verbage and find my way back to its familiar camaraderie.

I will accept the title of Writer/Poet/Blogger.

My heart shall once again bleed the words unspoken.

For I am Pathetic.


(to be posted on my poetry library https://pathetic.org/library/6371)