Showtime free preview
And Kindle Fire
Have become mainstays.
Reading Stephen King’s
Eleven Twen-
ty Two Sixty Three.
Taking medicine
And feeling tired
So I’m stuck in bed.
Things are bearable
With books and TV
And my Kindle Fire. 
{January 7, 2012}
Haiku Time
{July 3, 2011}
A “Perfect” Poem
Today was one of those days where if I didn’t have the PostaDay Challenge, I would have just not done a blog post. I just didn’t really know what to post about today so instead I am posting a poem I did years ago and I originally had posted on my MySpace blog back in 2007.
This poem wasn’t really written for a specific guy but rather for a “dream” guy that I viewed in my mind as the perfect guy for me.
PERFECT
A beautiful smile,
A wondrous heart,
Deep, soulful eyes,
A miraculous start.
A magical touch,
that sends shivers to my soul,
A loveable guy to forever
have and to hold.
That sexy stare,
Messy, but smooth, silky hair,
A deep and strong voice,
That whispers softly in my ear.
Wisdom above his years,
will wipe away my tears,
Has strong arms to hold me,
And pick me up when I fall,
Always is there to answer my call.
A brilliant mind,
Way before his time,
Loves me like crazy,
Doesn’t have to spend money
to show me he cares,
Cause I know in my heart
the love that we share.
There’s no such thing as perfect,
But he sure comes close.
No better guy I could have chose,
That makes me feel the way you do,
I’ll love him forever,
My perfect man is you.
*I wrote a poem back when I was about 16 that was To my Dream guy. I don’t think I have ever publicly posted it but I do have a printout of it somewhere. It reads in a completely different way than this poem and I actually think it’s a better poem than this one. I may be posting it sometime soon if I can find it*
{June 27, 2011}
Poetry Hour
I got a really good response the last time I did a last minute poem, so I decided to give it another go…not promising anything great, but maybe it will be at least decent.
Speechless
I can’t seem to get the words out
Of my fingers and onto the page
They’re stuck inside, confined
To a dungeon I didn’t create.
It’s musty and dirty,
my thoughts become water logged
drowning in an ocean
of sweat and tears.
I reach down deep into the puddles
saving what I can
here, there and everywhere,
but the final stanza seems beyond my grasp.
On one side’s my past
All soggy and fading
On the other side’s my future
Dry but yet unreadable
As I grab the pieces of my present
To try to make it come out right,
I see the future pages
filling in, but just out of my sight.
The pages I pick up slip one,
then two, three and four out of my hand
Into the past pages
Sinking lower and lower.
It’s then I realize it’s pointless to bother
It’s either fading or hasn’t been written
The in between slides quickly
Into the former.
Where do I find my words then
While they’re slipping away?
I guess I must write them as they happen
before they’re taken away.
I know that was kind of rough…but I hope you liked it a little. Let me know what you think! (The words were flowing as easy as I feel they should, so I ended this 15 minutes in…maybe I will feel more inspired at a later date)
{May 16, 2011}
Opinions Needed
Since I got such a good response on my poem from yesterday, I decided to link two of my older poems posts here from back before I had anyone really reading my blog. I would LOVE to hear opinions, please!
One is the only poem I have ever turned into a song and the other I wrote back in 2007 much like I did the poem yesterday…I just sat down and wrote a couple poems back to back based on things going through my head at the time. Just click on the highlighted words to see the 2 poems. Comment here or on them and let me know your 100% honest thoughts and opinions!
Thanks!
{May 15, 2011}
30 minutes
It’s been a long time since I have sat down and tried to write a poem, although I used to write them a lot when I was younger. I had the spur of the moment idea to write a poem completely off the top of my head, right now, with no preparation…just for fun and to see what comes of it. Not sure if it’s going to be any good or not, but it was just an idea I had. So here goes nothing!
30 minutes-by Sharon Hughes
I’ve got 30 minutes to write this rhyme,
If I go over then I’m out of time,
Doesn’t seem enough to express my thoughts,
But then again maybe it’s too much time.
It takes one minute to show an expression on your face,
Only takes one minute for it to be erased.
Which emotion will I show to the world today?
If I show the wrong one, will you walk away?
Cause I seem to be too absorbed with the way you see me,
I seem to care too much about the way I’m viewed,
Perception’s different for each person,
I can never be 100% of the same day to day
One person can see my face and think I’m mad
While the other one sees happiness and I may be sad,
It’s hard to convey my feelings just by my outer appearance,
You can’t judge a book by its cover, there’s no adherence
To what rules must I follow? what side should I cling to?
I can’t just always be what you want me to
BE.
What I am is not a feeling, not a positive or negative
reaction or expression, not a facial movement
that I can put on or take off however it suits you,
I can’t fit a mold that makes everyone happy,
I can’t be here and there and everywhere
What you want from me is an impossibility.
Now I’m down to half the time I started with,
Still haven’t begun to tell you fully
How I’m tired of always trying to fit in
In this world I live in,
It seems to be something I can never get away from.
I want to go back and tell the younger me
That it’s OK to cry,
There’s nothing wrong with being you,
You’re perfect just the way you are,
Don’t waste your time trying to be
Something that you’re not,
The popular crowd’s not worth your time,
You’ll never fit in there cause you’re meant for something more.
You’re MORE than what they can conceive of,
There’s just too dumb to truly see
The one they see’s not really me,
The girl inside’s everything they’ll never
BE.
I’ve got 5 minutes left to tell my tale,
Running out of time but I’m still here,
I’ve got to show the world I’ve got what it takes,
I’m not like you, I can’t be fake,
So look at my face and take whatever you choose,
Happy, sad, mad or angry, use me for your muse,
Or however you will, it’s all fine by me,
Cause in the end the only one I need to please is me.
30 minutes I started with,
Now it’s over and done,
But my journey has just begun.
All I know is that what everyone else thinks
Is not what I must focus on
All I want for me is what I’m meant to
BE.
{February 19, 2011}
Trash belongs in the dumps…Not me!
Yea, you guessed it, a late blog because I am feeling down IN the dumps. BUT just because I am, doesn’t mean everyone else has to be. Being sick today made me think of an old poem that I absolutely loved when I was a little girl. It’s a poem by the great Shel Silverstein. You may remember the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends”. I owned that book and I still think that book and his others are great for getting kids into poetry and showing how fun it can be.
I can not go to school today
By Shel Silverstein
“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There’s a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is …
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is ………….. Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
Hope this puts a smile on your face whether you are down in the dumps or above the clouds tonight!
{January 26, 2011}
Into each life, some rain must fall
Ever since my post on Monday, this quote has been stuck in my head. Stuck on repeat like an old fashioned record that got hung up on the needle. All it did was rain all day on Monday and somewhere in the middle of me thinking about how you have to deal with Monday to get to the weekend and the rain to get to the rainbow, I just had this quote pop in my head. I finally wrote it in my new Thought book last night and I decided I would look it up online and find out where did this quote originate from?
I found out it has been used several times but the place I think it probably originated from first was a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow called “The Rainy Day”.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
What a beautiful poem! I know there’s a lot of depressing words used in it, but the verse “Behind the clouds is the sun still shining” is such an inspirational verse to me.
“Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall”…Such beauty found in such truth. In the midst of all your struggles and hardships in life, you must remember that you’re never alone. To go through difficult times is a common thing, shared by people the whole world over. No one is spared from it. I know there are sometimes where you look at others and their life seems so wonderful, they seem to have it all and nothing bad ever seems to happen to them. I don’t believe that is true, though. Some people are better at hiding the pain and the struggles behind closed doors and the outward exterior looks so beautiful and intriguing and you start to turn green with envy. It’s important to remember that old phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover” at that moment. Just as a boring cover may hide an incredibly wonderful treasure inside, so must we realize that the most beautiful cover in the world can hide the ugliest, most horrible tales we have ever known.
Into my life and into your life, some rain must fall; sometimes your life can feel like it’s holding so much rain that you will drown in it. Sometimes you may actually feel like you have already drowned and you’re trying to swim back to the top and break through to the surface. I can relate. I’ve been there before and I’m sure I will again, we all have been there or will one day. Sometimes the rain seems like it will never stop, that this journey is endless but it helps to remember, at least for me, that others have been where you’ve been.
Another quote comes to my mind now and I’m not sure where it originated but it correlates well with this post. ”To reach the top of the hill, you have to have made it through the valley”. You can’t skip over the tough stuff and go right to the good. Even if you could, would it be worth it, really? I know at times, I am tempted to say, yes, it would be worth it. The hardships make the good times so much sweeter, though. If life was just great and marvelous 24/7, wouldn’t we take advantage of it? Wouldn’t we forget to be thankful for the good and rejoice over it?
Maybe, just maybe there IS a purpose for everything that happens in our lives. Maybe we are meant to face the rain so that we are better able to appreciate the sun that shines through afterwards.
I have a lot of friends and family that are going through a lot right now and in their lives, more rain is falling than I feel like they deserve in their life but I want them to remember to keep a look out for the sun. The sun is coming to brighten up your cold and dreary days and you are not alone.
My friends and family are MY rainbow after the storm
P.S. A friend of my mother-in-law’s has a son that recently fell down some stairs and he is in really bad shape. He has a wife and 3 kids that love him and from what I have read through posts on Facebook, he is doing good sometimes and then bad again. A friend created a group on Facebook for him and his mother to get more people all over to pray for him and his family but they will also be leaving it open to pray for others as well. I am going add a link on my post for this group and if you believe in praying at all, I hope that you will be led to join this group and add yourself to the many others who are praying for them. I do not know them personally but I feel for them and their family and I would love to help out by spreading the word to bring more prayers for them.
{January 22, 2011}
Oldie but Goodie
Here’s an old poem I wrote back in 2007…I really like this poem and would love to hear what everyone thinks about it!
Love and Heartbreak
Exhilaration, Complication,
Tragedy in exile,
Humiliation,
Obessed creation,
Followed by a smile.
A panicked feeling,
Temptation reeling,
Harpoon hooked on a jagged heart.
Corrosive heartbreak,
Battle of souls to take,
A powerful mixture of minds.
A staircase collision,
Broken heart in remission,
Footsteps trodding over
that trample and mold,
Rebuilding the temple
of a soul’s inner being,
Preparing the way for
silver to change to gold.
*So glad to say this poem no longer fits me…Married over a year and a half to my husband Chad…I love you!*
{February 14, 2010}
Untitled
That’s the name of this song cause I never came up with a name for it, still haven’t to this day.
I wrote this first as a poem somewhere around the age of 9 or 10, I believe, I even sent it in to a poem contest and got it published. Over the years, I added to it and edited it a little and turned it into a song. I actually have a music cd that has me singing it at the end. This is the only song I have ever written that I felt was remotely any good so I am posting it here. There was very little changed over the years and it still surprises me to this day that when I was THAT young, I came up with lyrics that I didn’t even understand then but I do now.
Untitled
Feelings, emotions, down deep in my soul,
Explode like a bottle, tearing a hole,
In my has been heart, taking a part of it with you.
(Chorus)
When do you learn you can never?
Get the feeling back that was severed?
It’s strike three of this game,
So just pretend you never came.
Verse 2
You’ll never know the pain I feel,
You’ll never know this endless ordeal,
All you do is sit there and cause,
While my life is put on pause,
I’m asking you…..
(Repeat chorus)
When do you learn you can never?
Get the feeling back that was severed?
It’s strike three of this game,
So just pretend you never came.
(Ending)
It’s too late to feel the same,
So just pretend you never came.
(Only part I changed of the first verse and chorus was “too late to feel the same” to strike three of this game” and then I added verse 2 when I was a little older….everything else was completely as I wrote it originally)
