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Writing Wednesday: Fantasy

Just got done with my early morning jog. Third week in a row of jogging three times a week, going out right when I get up. I’m only up to jogging about 3/4 of a mile right now, but it’s going pretty well. It’s amazing to me how my brain drifts when I get into the rhythm of my run now. It’s kind of like brainstorming, the writer in me looking around at the world, letting stories drift into my brain. So I thought I would share another experimentation with writing poetry this Wednesday.

 

Fantasy

Mind’s eye

Dream’s eye

Seeing beyond the fog of reality

Unicorns running through the fields

Dragons in the sky

Colors that live in another realm

Stories that have never been told

Where magic lives in everything

And music fills the world

Shapes and colors and meanings

Beyond the literal mind

Where the painting tells a story

And the story tells a dream

Where worlds are never ending

The word impossible is never spoken

And every day is a journey to find that which tries to hide

Behind the veil of reality

A child sees through quite easily

That which fogs the older mind

But all can see within the dream

If they tear down the walls that block their sight

An ephemeral world where all can exist

All one must do is believe

Mind’s eye

Dream eye

A fantasy born true

Writing Wednesday: No More Apologies

I apologize a lot. I say “I’m sorry” a lot, even when there’s nothing to be sorry for. Maybe as a form of apology. A form of empathy because I don’t have anything else to say. A lot had to do when I was learning about my anxiety and depression, and realizing that a lot of what I thought was ‘wrong’ really wasn’t. It was just different from other people. And some was people making me feel bad for things, not because I was doing something wrong, but because of their own jealousies and insecurities. Well, I finally got to a point I got tired of apologizing. And that’s the story behind this poem.

 

No More Apologies

I’m done apologizing

For not knowing everything

I’m done apologizing

For falling down, for failing, for forgetting something

I’m done apologizing

Because I didn’t fit into some model in your mind

Of the way that things are suppose to be

Of the way people should live their lives

I’m done apologizing

Because I have a different view

I’m done apologizing

Because I walked off without you

I’m done apologizing

Because I wouldn’t let you walk over me

Because I called you out on your drama

I called out your hypocrisy

I’m done apologizing

For shedding my bad ways

For pushing myself to be stronger

Even though you thought I was crazy

I’m done apologizing

For taking action when you wouldn’t move

I’m done apologizing

Because I did what you won’t do

I’m done apologizing

And putting myself down

Just so that you feel better

Whenever I’m around

I’m done apologizing

For wanting to be free

I’m done apologizing

For wanting to be me

Writing Wednesday: Phoenix Wings, a Poem

One of the best ways I’ve found to deal with my anxiety and depression is writing. There is something soothing about putting words to paper (or screen). I have no purpose or form to my writing, other than to just write. Recently, the stuff flowing out of me has taken poem form. Even though I’m not a ‘poet’, and I don’t really study the form or anything. But I decided to start sharing some of my writing (Writing Wednesday). I hope you enjoy.

Phoenix Wings

You think you’ve got me down

But you’ve only filled me with fire

A Phoenix, eternally rising from the pit

No matter how many times you throw me down

I will rise up stronger than ever

Throw all the stones and sticks you want

I know the secrets that lie within your heart

For you might as well throw the rock at the mirror

For it is you who are afraid to look at your own heart

Blame me for whatever you wish

For the excuses and guilt will only live within your heart

You hide behind lies parading as truths

Masks that you wish to wear

Because you can’t bear the truth of your soul

That you’ve let yourself down

While I drag myself out of the pit

You wallow in the darkness because you can’t believe you’re worth more

Do not be jealous of my flames

For the fire that drives my soul

For the way that I have grown

So tear me down all you want

Throw all the chains you may

But I will rise on Phoenix wings

And simply fly away

Playing around with more Poetry

A little fun this Thursday to celebrate the beautiful day, before the cold and snows move back in. Some more of my attempts at poetry.

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Butterflies

I am not a poet. I don’t know the ‘correct’ way to write poetry. I don’t know about rhythm and stanzas and beats and forms and all of those things that experts say makes a good poem. I don’t normally write poems. But I am a writer. And things inspire me. And yesterday as I was sitting down to write, I felt things within me. Not stories or worlds or characters or all of the normal things that come to my brain when I sit down to write, but poems.

So I wrote. Three poems actually.

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