Some days, I don’t want to fight with anyone anymore,
Some days, I just want to relax and ignore the whole world,
Some days, I want the solution to be easy.
Some days, I’d do nearly anything to win the lotto … (nearly anything…nearly)
Some days, I could honestly sleep all day and still feel tired.
Some days, I couldn’t fall asleep even if I tried.
Some day, I can’t believe I was so unhappy the day before.
Those days are days where I try to do everything.
Some days, I just want to do everything but I become tired again,
Some days, all I want to do is read, but can’t =/
Some nights, I just want to read all night!
Last weeks “Poetry Day” was so inspiring too me, but I am not a very good poet, but I do want to try.
Poetry by Lolsy’s Library
Oh, poetry how thee inspire me,
as I sit under this cold breeze,
thinking of my pedigree.
Must all poems rhyme?
Will all writing die?
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme.
Don’t stop and start,
that’s when you lose the flow.
“I know. I know how lost you feel. But I assure you, you will be okay.” I know. I know how lost you feel. How when you look up at the sky, you feel like blowing away in the wind. How you see your sad eyes in the mirror and wish for it all to […]
via One Day — Heartstring Eulogies
Daily Post – Sing – One word Prompt
Sing it from your heart,
Sing it with all of your might,
Sing it from your core,
Sing it from the soul.
Make sure they hear it, loud and clear,
Sing till their ears bleed,
Sing, so they can’t ignore you,
Sing, till there is no more denying.
I am sure most of you have heard of Cecil the Lion and the very sad story that has followed since. I clearly care about more animals and people than just “Cecil the Lion”, but if I were to post about everything I am passionate about, my news-feed postings would never end!lol…With animals (for me personally) they cannot speak for themselves, for example today, a white Rhino died the same week as Cecil…leaving 4 known left in the world, forever…We caused that, we owe these animals…So thanks for those supporting me and not making me feel bad about speaking up, cause apparently there are a lot of people who are upset people caring so much about “just a Lion”…I kind of want my children and my grandchildren to be able to see wild animals running around free…That’s just me though…I’m hoping that this tragedy will bring some good, especially for conservation!
The Australian Senate: Keep the ban on lion trophies and body parts
There was a poem written by this 13 year old boy whose wishes to remain anonymous, and for me personally, it speaks exactly to how I feel and what I think about the situation.
I am Cecil.
Naturally I am powerful.
Yet the situation was such that I am not longer alive.
Alive to hunt, alive to live, alive to be African.
I am not Cecil. But I am Africa, An Africa for you to kill, obviously.
I am every rhino and elephant that you tear apart.
I am the Ivory ripped from their faces, for you to consume.
I am rhino and elephant. I am Cecil, I am Africa.
I am sorry that we can’t defend the defenseless against people with weapons used to attack.
I am sorry that we can’t bring Cecil back.
You’ve killed Cecil.
You’re killing Africa.
I am not Cecil.
I am Africa.
I need help.*
Donate to help High 5. Give $5. Save Big Cats.
(Myself and my Mufusa…Click on the picture to be taken to World Lion Day twitter page)
Dreaming of far off places,
Magic spells, Freedom and Fun,
Still warm in good thoughts,
Wrapping myself up in fun times and happy thinking.
Every morning is hell to wake up too,
As all dreamers do,
The morning time is just more nightmares,
The happy images running through my head.
A big sigh escapes from my mouth, another morning, another day…Time to get up again, no more dreams…For now…
That first Winter night,
That first time you put on that familiar jumper you’ve had for years,
That first warm bubble bath, that you never want to come out of,
That first time you have to wrap the towel around to keep warm.
The first time you put on that heater
and wrap that warm blankie around you, falling asleep, warm on the couch,
The first warm cup of hot chocolate, warming all of your insides,
The first hot shower you have after running to get home in the rain, soaked through.
It’s what I’ll have to count on during these next few months…
In the great land down under we are heading into the colder weather. So to get myself started and make myself actually believe it’s here, instead of being in denial about it. I am not a fan of Winter, I really do not like it. It hurts my body, I wish I could hibernate during the next few years, I think that every year.
So to “celebrate” the upcoming weather, here’s a poem I found from the King of Sunshine himself…Robert Frost.
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
I hope you all keep warm!
I was nominated by the lovely Passion through Poetry to participate in the “Love in Ten Sentences” http://movingtowardsthelight.com/2015/03/13/love-in-ten-sentences/ The basis concept is is to write a ten line poem each containing four words and the letter “love”. Mine doesn’t rhyme (I actually wrote this a few days ago, but I was unsure whether to to post it or not) and in case you couldn’t guess it was a bad day for me =P
Love that’s been abused,
True torment, love heals
Pain lives, Love dies,
Love those around instead
Love carries swirling emotions
Heart carries love burden,
Love damages the heart,
Love cures the heart,
I love my heart,
I love it most.
The other thing I need to do is nominate 10 people. I am not one of those people or Bloggers that will force another person to do this, so please feel free to do or not to do,lol. In no particular order I nominate:
You know it’s weird, I keep reading all these poems lately about people who have met, fallen in love and it hasn’t worked out and yet they miss them and wish that they could have worked it out. I seem to keep getting to the parts, where it says that it hadn’t worked out and they wished that it had and that’s it…I can’t keep reading passed to the whole “I wish we could have worked it out” part.
I’m not even sure that it’s because I’ve met someone that I want to be with and like being with. I think it’s because my last ex is someone that I now consider to be the only relationships that was a “mistake”. I can tell that he’ll be the only one I will never have in my life again. Yet, I still get SO angry as to what happened between us. I still feel like my whole year was wasted by him, I’m not really sure what I learnt from it either.
So it’s part of the reason why I’ve read all these posts about putting the past in the past but wishing it would have worked out and I don’t “like” any of them. I think that they are beautifully written, but I can’t get past the whole “I wish it would have worked out” part. There’s a reason these things don’t work out. Someone who loves you and cares about you will never leave your side, other than for death. Might be a little morbid, but it’s what I strongly believe.