I will write until it hurts no more.
Until the last of the tears dry and the final drop of ink kiss the sullied pages of my notes.
I will write until no words are left unspoken and the final sunset has come down before these tired eyes.
I will write until every fiber in my hand is…
Month: November 2011
Thankful for blue skies and sunshine.
road trip
hittin’ the road
in an hour’s time
goin’ north again
to Chicago
not for sight seein’
for staple removal
it’s been two weeks
and a few days
post-op
already
hope the snow holds off
a little longer
and the wind isn’t too strong
sunshine would be nice
and blue skies
to say, “It’ll All Be OK”
from here on out
praying through it
and breathing
in and out
until then
goin’ on a road trip
a day trip
to Chicago
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
multi-color lights
I turned on the Christmas tree lights when I came down the stairs this morning.
I do love the glow of the tree from the corner of the living room when it’s still full dark outside.
A multi-color glow at that.
It helps some.
Glad for that.
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
snow prayers
my youngest son
is yearning
longing
dreaming
wanting
wishing
and praying
for snow
since it wasn’t today
maybe tomorrow
in his eight year old mind
he’s waited long enough
for snowballs
snow forts
snowmen
and snow days
please God
let it snow soon
for him
I want to see his smile
and join him
in snow play
now I’m prayin’
for snow
too
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
kudipeaches: Poem Recipe
Poem Recipe:
- Take a blank white page and a black ink pen
- Stare into the lines on the page
- Think a thought not thought by others
- Swivel your Ls and Ms and Gs ‘cause they’re your favorites in cursive (admit it)
- Bake those thoughts between the lines
- Let the meter , or lack there of, simmer on your tongue
- Ask yourself, “Is this a poem?”
- Your immediate response should be “No”
And there you a have a poem
©2011 KUDiYAH CA’LYSSe. All Rights Reserved
LOVE THIS!
Christmas is comin’
as night falls
my heart hurts
I have a lump in my throat
and it was a good day
it was
I’m just having a hard time
with Christmas this year
and I love Christmas
the decorations
the music
the presents
the giving
more than getting
the fun of it
the joy
the laughter
this year I’m just not there yet
hope it kicks in soon
it’s not about Santa for me
it’s about the birth of Jesus
I’ll focus on that
and hope
for the peace of Him
to lift the burden
from my heart
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
The Idiot Manifesto: Sitting On The Window Ledge
Semi-important.
A few days ago, I made a post concerning an idea Nick and I thought up.
A project dedicated to collections of writing each centred around a theme or prompt. A few people were interested in this, when I made a very vague post mentioning the idea.
So! We have decided to create a blog, run by the both of us, that will make this whole idea a lot easier to manage.
Here ‘ya go! Feel free to follow.
Basically, the idea is to have a new theme or prompt every couple of weeks or so, and sometimes we will incorporate sub-prompts, which will help us keep the project fun and easy-going, no?
At the moment, this is open to all.
Be creative. Want to collaborate with your buddy? Go for it. Want to come up with a collection within a collection? Go for it.
Here are a few guidelines for you all to recite at night before you go to sleep. 😉
- Have a prompt idea? Submit it to us, unless it’s fucked up…
- Want to contribute?! Post your piece and tag it with the set prompt name. The first will be announced shortly.
- Want to contribute more than once?! Knock yourself out, have fun.
- Deadlines will vary, but and will be announced with each prompt. We’ll try our best to be understanding to those that need a little bit more time.
Now I know this isn’t flawless, but we will try our best to iron out the kinks as we go on with this idea.
Watch out Sitting On The Window Ledge’s first prompt, in about an hour!
*** If you love me you’ll reblog this…. 😀
Cool idea. I’m in.
You Wouldn’t Like Me When I’m Angry
Don’t upset a writer
You’ll end up in their work
Immortalised forever
Just hope they’re not a jerkDon’t upset a poet
You’ll end up in their rhymes
Everything you said or did
And all of the bad timesDon’t upset an artist
You’ll end up in their art
In flourishes of brushes
They’ll display your heartJust don’t.
Yesterday is a tree with great spreading branches, and I [sit] low in its shade, remembering.
Pablo Neruda, Passions and Impressions (via kari-res)
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