I can’t believe it
I never expected it
That you would be gone….so soon.
Yea, I broke the Haiku rules and added 2 words… :p
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{September 6, 2013}
Missing Haiku
{July 21, 2013}
A short haiku to match my mood
Tick Tock goes the clock,
The time is speeding away,
With it goes my dream.
(This reflects my mood today. If you automatically know what this is about then maybe you can relate. If you don’t….count yourself lucky) 😦
{June 25, 2013}
One Minute Carnival Haiku
I don’t know why that first part was underlined or how to undo…so just overlook that little annoying detail and enjoy my haiku below! 🙂
1. Read the daily writing prompt.
2. Push “Play” on the timer on the right side of the screen.
3. Spend 60 seconds or less writing a response to the daily prompt.
Today’s Writing Prompt: Carnival
Posted: 25 Jun 2013 03:30 AM PDT
Remember those carnivals you went to as a kid, or maybe you went on a date to one?! Did you win a big prize, or lose lots of hard earned money trying? Did you see something crazy?
Today is Haiku Day, one of the most popular days of the WordCount Blogathon, where everyone in the month-long blogging challenge is encouraged to write a haiku. In case you’re not familiar with it, a haiku is a Japanese poem form that consists of three lines with a total of 17 syllables: 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 5 in the third. — Michelle
CARNIVAL HAIKUS
Texas heat burning
Under shade at Coin Dozer
Watch my money go
(I have always been addicted to this darn coin game where you shoot the coins in and try to knock off the cheap prizes!)
That first haiku was about a good memory….but I decided to do a second on a bad memory.
My 16th Birthday
Happiness turned to Heart Break
Carnival of Cheats
(This was based on seeing my boyfriend with another girl at the fair ON my 16th Birthday and being dumped.)
{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
Welcome to my Spotlight Sunday! Every Sunday I put someONE or someTHING I love IN the Spotlight!
Anyone is welcome to use the idea on their own blog and spotlight whoever or whatever THEY choose, but if you do, please use my lovely graphic that my friend made somewhere in your post to show that the idea came from here! And I would love it if you left the link in my comments, so I could go check out what YOU spotlighted!
I have to admit that I’m not feeling that great tonight and not up to coming up with a HUGE spotlight so instead, I have decided to just Spotlight the people in my life who make me happy with a short post here followed by my Day 5 of my Reading Challenge.
I think even just randomly, it’s always nice to tell the people you love the most how much you truly care. Not just in the moments when tragedy strikes but during the times when things seem to be going just fine, as well. So to all my family and friends, both near and far, I love you all dearly and you make me SO happy and grateful that you’re in my life. This goes to ALL my family, even the ones who I don’t always get along with! And this is for all my friends, whether I’ve known you most of my life or just for a year or so, and whether we’ve met outside of the world wide web or not. If you think of yourself as a friend to me, you’re one of the ones I’m thinking of and this post is for you!
Day 5- A book that makes you happy
Technically, I could put down pretty much ANY book that I have read, enjoyed and love because they have made me happy, but I suppose this is talking about those special books that you look back on with fond memories and just the thought of them makes you smile in remembrance. So for THAT, I actually had to take some time and think for a bit. After some thought, I decided to go with “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein which is a book of poems that I adored as a kid. I remember many sick days at home reading through this book and laughing, in spite of feeling unwell, especially at the poem,“Sick” where little Peggy Ann McKay comes up with all matter of sicknesses to get out of going to school. Just thinking of this book makes me very happy and I wish I knew where it was cause I wouldn’t mind rereading it right now!
*Since next week’s Spotlight falls on Mother’s Day, it won’t be a surprise that I’ll be spotlighting Moms!*
{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!*
{July 12, 2011}
Flawless
To be without flaws means that something is perfect……to be considered perfect is based on opinion. If you look perfect up in the dictionary, you will see descriptions such as conforming absolutely to THE description or DEFINITION of an ideal type. This definition conveys that perfection is truly in the eyes of the beholder. The fact that the first definition of “perfect” includes the word “conform” fits so well with how I feel when I imagine something being perfect.
Conform means to go along with the rules, BECOME what someone else wants you to be, fit in with the prevailing attitudes of society or a group. Therefore, being perfect truly means becoming what others expect or want from you.
To be flawless then becomes, in my mind, to be a robot. Going along in life doing and saying only what others want and expect from you. To be flawless means lying to yourself and others…..NOT being truthful. How can you be honest and still remain flawless when being honest exposes all the flaws and imperfections?
I was clueless on what to post today when I opened a virtual fortune cookie on my Facebook. It’s something fun and silly I like to do and I enjoy seeing what it will say. Today my fortune was “Who is without flaws?” The second I saw this statement, I KNEW what I would post about today. I also immediately knew the answer to that statement. No one is without flaws. It’s an impossibility. While one person may view perfection in something or someone, another will see it as imperfect.
I’ve been guilty growing up wanting to be perfect and flawless and “fit in”…if you’re honest with yourself, we all have at some point in time wanted this. I think it’s important that we ALL realize that it’s a losing battle that none of us can win. We must stop striving for a goal that none of us can achieve.
“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.”-Anna Quindlen
I was referred to a book by the author of this quote that I so want to read but haven’t been able to get the book yet. I love this quote by her. I want to truly give up on the idea of being flawless and just work on fully being who I am like this quote says.
“A beautiful thing is never perfect”-Proverb Quotes
“Beautiful” means to be very pleasing or satisfying, to delight the senses or mind. I don’t remember learning THIS meaning for the term beautiful. If you watch TV and movies, we are constantly inundated with “beautiful” photos of things we are also told are “perfect”. THIS IS NOT WHAT BEAUTIFUL MEANS. “Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder.”
“Have no fear of perfection-you’ll never reach it”-Salvador Dali
Of course, we CAN still try to better ourselves but we can do so FOR ourselves and not in the goal of becoming “perfect” for anyone.
FLAWLESS
I’m never going to be flawless
For I’m full of flaws
I’m never going to be perfect
That’s simply a myth
But I’ll always be beautiful
In someone’s eyes
For there’s beauty in my flaws
There’s beauty in my scars
There’s beauty in the tears
And beauty in my fears
There’s such beauty in imperfection
Each wrinkle and each pain
Each crack in my mold
Tells a story
Every defect
In its own way.
-Sharon Hughes 2011
{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.
Sick
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!
