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{June 27, 2013}   Old to me may be new to you

Sometimes something old to one person may be new to another.  I decided to re-post some of my old poetry in one post for those of you have may have never seen it before OR if you have, you can enjoy again hopefully! 🙂

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.

(Very rough written last minute poem first posted on THIS same day 2 years ago. )

A HIGH SCHOOL OUTSIDER (Posted Feb. 13, 2010)

So this is high school, what all the kids talk about,

This is where they say I’ll have the best moments of my life,

Apparently, my future will be tragic,

Cause all high school has brought me is sorrow and strife.

Halfway through the year, I make one good friend,

Thank God for her or I’d be lost,

I dread the days when we have different lunches,

I’d rather not eat at all than sit all alone in that hall,

Full of the cliques always laughing and staring,

My stomach feels all jumbled up and tossed.

I wonder what they would feel like if they knew what it was like to be me,

Made fun of, laughed at, threatened day by day,

It’s not that it’s all in secret, it’s in front of all their eyes,

I guess they just don’t care or are afraid to speak up,

What they don’t understand is they’re not that different from me.

I listen to the same music, like the same shows,

Obsess over the same guys as they do,

I wish to dress like all the stars, but clothes are expensive and hard to find in my size,

I have beautiful curly hair but it’s so kinky, it’s an afro,

And these glasses don’t do much for my reputation in your eyes.

Most of all aren’t so bad, you just completely ignore me,

At least you’re not like some of the guys, they just seem out to destroy me.

They do it in the worst way you could possibly hurt me,

They sling words like massive stones, humiliate and revert me

Back into something I’ve tried so long not to be,

That little girl afraid to be herself, she longs to break free,

But I sit in this shell, not quite sure how I got here,

Wasn’t I hatched long ago?, How did the pieces get put back here?!

Instead of exiting the shell, I feel it closing in on me,

Every time I poke my head out, there’s always YOU looking down at me,

Telling me I’m not good enough, I’m ugly, I’m fat,

No one will ever love you, Stay just where you’re at,

I don’t care what’s inside you, longing to get out,

Your outer exterior is all I care about.

So I stayed home, crying, all alone in my room,

I refused to go to that prison that you call school,

What do I learn there, anyway? Except how to hate,

There’s only so much a poor girl can take.

LOVE AND HEARTBREAK (Written in 2007, posted here in Jan. 2011)

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.

(This is by far one of the best poems I think I have ever written, but I’m glad the feelings I had writing this are no longer the same)

Last, but not least….an attempt on May 15, 2011 to come up with a poem spontaneously in 30 minutes….and it feels like a rap. LOL

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.

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{June 8, 2013}   “The Slump”

The Slump has hit

It always does when I least expect it

Things are going fine

Not much to complain about

But Depression doesn’t get the memo.

It’s times like these

When I remember the past

Back when the slump was more permanent

People would ask, “What’s wrong?”

And I never had an answer

They never understood how I didn’t know

But I was telling the truth

Or at least the truth as I knew it.

How can I possibly explain to you what’s wrong

When I don’t even know myself?!

Don’t you realize I scream and berate myself constantly

About why I’m sad when there’s no reason to be?

Don’t you think I’m my own worst enemy right now?

How do you, who have never suffered depression,

Possibly expect to understand me?

How can YOU possibly GET me?!

Everything is NOT black and white

Everything does NOT have an answer

You can’t figure me out

You might as well stop trying.

When something is funny and I burst out into tears

That transcend from my laughter

I am as utterly confused

And in disbelief as you.

There’s no method to my madness

This isn’t an act

It’s the downs of depression

The bottom of my barrel.

Then there are those who try to offer solutions

Like what you suggest hasn’t already been tried before

Are you some magician

With a cure I haven’t heard?

Do you hold the power

I have long hoped for?

Or maybe you’re the naysayer

Who believes Depression isn’t real

How I envy you

For not having to feel what I feel.

You have no idea how lucky you are

I almost wish you were cursed with my slump

But then I wouldn’t wish it truly

On my worst enemy.

The Slump

Is when NOTHING

Can cheer you up

Your only wish is to be alone

And away from everyone,

Even those you love.

You go through life in a constant haze

Praying that no one

Will ask you

How your day

Was…..

~Sharon Hughes, 6/8/13



{March 17, 2013}   Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

No Spotlight Sunday today. 😦 Just wasn’t feeling 100% like writing a lot today so instead I am wishing everyone a Happy St. Patrick’s Day and I’m leaving you with this well known Irish poem that I love!

An Old Irish Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

And here’s an Irish Prayer that I wish for all of you as well! 🙂

An Irish Prayer
May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.

P.s. If you’re interested, here’s my St. Patrick’s Day post from last year!



{March 7, 2013}   Abuse and Spontaneity

(This is a spontaneous poem from MY heart and is 100% true feelings for me)

A Poem for my Abuser

My life was supposed to be different

I should have been a normal girl

I never should have gone through

What you put me through

I shouldn’t have been put into this situation

I shouldn’t still have nightmares of what happened

To me.

I hate you so much for how you made me feel

Over years and years of time

You left me feeling confused, abused and ashamed

Everywhere I went, I had the past in my head

Keeping me afraid and scared to act like everyone else

My mental growth was stunted because of you

I had a hard time trusting anyone

Thinking they would ALL do what you did

You lied to me, used me and made me feel dirty

You made me afraid to be ME

You made ME feel guilty when it was all YOUR fault!

All you cared about was what you wanted

All you wanted was to take from me

What was so precious and special

So you took it, without any visible regrets

Not caring how my life would be screwed up

And messed up from then on

How could you not care what I wanted?

Did you care what I needed…at all?

Did it matter to you that I walked around inside myself

Scared to death of everyone

Because of YOU?

Do you even care now?

Do you dream of what you did and regret?

Do you care that I still wake up

From nightmares of when I was a little girl?

Do you care that every time a man bosses me around

I think of you and break down in pain and anguish?

Do you care that the hurt you cause

Will forever be a burden on my soul?

They say it’s best to forgive

In this case, you will never deserve it.

I will NEVER forgive

I will NEVER forget

When you die and pay for what you did

It will still never be enough

Nothing is going to take away

The memory of what you did.

It took over two decades to break my silence

But I refuse to EVER let you control me from afar.

It may be too late to make you pay on earth

But I have faith that you WILL.

You may have stole my innocence

But you will no longer steal my soul.

YOU are the evil one

YOU are the one who should be ashamed

I will forever be the innocent one

I know that now

Evil may have used me

But I am NOT evil

I am a strong woman

Who has overcome

I am good and brave

And I no longer

Give you the right

To make me sad

To make me feel guilty

To make me feel dirty

And ashamed

You have no more

Power

Over me any more!



{January 29, 2013}   “Thunderstorm Days” A Poem

I love days like today

Where the weather is cool and I can smell rain in the air.

A sense of anticipation lingers

As I watch the treetops swaying in the wind.

Side to side they shimmy

As if they are dancing the tango,

The thunder calls out the beat

And they move in step to its call.

The sun hides away temporarily searching for drier lands

And the sky darkens before the rain seeks its entrance

To the World’s stage it arrives and drenches us with its presence

Soaking us through with its touch, covering our bodies with its very being

Tap, tap, tapping on the windows and drum, drum, drumming on the pipes,

It envelops the very stage that gives it life.

The thunder booms down its loud bass beat

While the lightning adds its deadly light show

The thunderstorm has become Nature’s own play

With lights, sound and special effects

While the rain pounds away, we are reminded of our roles

As players in nature

And small actors in this little scene of many in Life.

Just like us, the rain is here for a time

And then gone…..

But in its absence, there is always evidence of its existence.

And in its return

There is always something missing that has gone before.

I love days like these

When the thunderstorms come

Days like these

Remind me to

Enjoy life.

-Sharon Hughes

*This was written spur of the moment today right before a thunderstorm is headed this way. It just popped in my head as I typed. I haven’t wrote a poem in awhile so hopefully you like this one!*



{June 19, 2012}   Stormy Night Poem

I wrote this poem the other night when I saw the lightning flashes outside my window and was inspired to pick up a pen. I RARELY write with a pen and paper anymore, usually I will just wait until I am at the computer, but I just felt like it could not wait. Here’s my short poem I wrote the other night with no editing or changes since it was written.

The skies above are black and blue,

The lightning crashes within view,

Rumbles from the Heavens

circumnavigate the air,

Crooked rods and glowing bolts thrown down,

appear angry and full of wrath

Just a window of glass separates me from the storm

The ferocity from out reminds me

of a battle within

The lightning rages on, ever

Closer to the Earth

Searching, ever searching for

What exactly?

Whatever it strikes, it fills with energy

But very rarely can the bearer

survive the power

Mother Nature’s strong hand

delivers quite a wicked gift.

The storm fades away

but its refrain plays on in the distance

Like a neighboring symphony

Of light and sound.

My heart feels the emptiness

as it leaves

along with the relief of safety

But even when the storm

Passes on outside,

The war within

Still rages without end.

Do you see an end in sight?

Or will this be

An endless night?



{January 7, 2012}   Haiku Time

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. 🙂



{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!



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