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{September 6, 2013}   Missing Haiku

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



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

Today , I have combined the  One Minute Post Prompt with  Haiku Day  on the WordCount Blogathon and done a 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! 🙂

OneMinuteWriterButton21. 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?

wcToday 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



spotlightWelcome 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!

readingchallDay 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

But this is an imperfect world, as actors, athletes, priests and presidents soon discover. Writers have known this from the day they read their first review.

Thomas Fleming

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



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!



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