Everything Will Be Ok

This a new poem that came from a writing prompt. The prompt was to use the following structure; imagined future, flash back, present. So I just made up a whole story with a background to the characters and all. This is the result. I hope you all enjoy:)

Everything Will Be Ok

There will be near perfection
I’ve always told myself this
Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING
Will work out for the very best
A perfect house with a white picket fence
In a perfect city, with a perfect husband
And a perfect cat and kids
There will be some rough patches,
Because in life there always is
We’re only human I’ll say
When problems come to call,
But we’ll fix them like everything else
You’ll never be able to tell
That we were ever broken at all
There will be no evidence of…

The bruises he left that stung as I opened my eyes
To dried tears and disdain,
My lack of cognitive thoughts by 4pm everyday
The only cohesive thing in my mind
Was how to make the perfect vodka soda,
Shaken and neat,
Half soda,
Two shots vodka,
One lemon wedge,
Six per day to keep me alive until he came home
Flowers in hand, an apology on the tip of his forked tongue
My heartbeat stopping when his hand would touch my waist
And I would tell myself everything would turn out great…

I shake off the daydreams and nightmares,
As I look down at my notebook and pen
I scribble down just one sentence;
I am ok.

Constellations and Meteor Showers

New poem, enjoy!

Constellations and Meteor Showers

I’ve been so stretched out by other people
That I’m a constellation
My points are all visible
You can map them if you want to
But I’m too far away to touch
And so deep in space that I’m burning blue from the cold
The heat and spark that once lit me
Have become memories seemingly from centuries past
My present a collapsed cloud of dust blown up by empty dreams
Compressed until they glow with a splendour they never reached
Loosing inside me tremors that run too deep
Threatening to break what’s already barely holding me together
And forcing me to realize I’m the only reason I’ve travelled so far
And missed any opportunities to feel warm again
Suddenly my future is calling
Morphing me into something that’s moving me closer
To every reason I used to justify running away
Now I’m racing with no apprehensions
Trails of flame lighting what I leave behind
I’m falling forward instead of down
Following a meteor shower
And the stars seeing new hope are falling with me

Alphabetical Advice aka Unexpected Resolutions

So a few friends and I always do writing prompts together to keep our skills sharp and develop new ones. Just a couple days ago we did one called “Alphabetical Advice.” Basically you just write a list of advice of any kind. Each piece of advice should start with a letter of the alphabet a then b then c and so on. We decided to do every letter. It turned out to be rather self reflective as well as a good test of vocabulary. And my list struck me as rather good to look at when I’m feeling down. So in the spirit of a new year, a fresh notebook and high hopes here is my Alphabetical Advice aka

Unexpected Resolutions

Acknowledge your heartbeat, it’s a sign that you’re alive.
Breath deeply when you’re tired, it’ll wake you up.
Count backwards from 100 when you’re angry, it’ll calm you down.
Don’t let your head take over by thinking too much when you feel that something’s right in your gut.
Embrace you mistakes, they’re a part of your flaws which make you beautiful.
Forget your regrets, they will only weigh you down when you need to fly.
Give whenever you get the chance, it feels better than getting.
Hold a friend when they’re sad, or an enemy, hold ANYONE when they’re sad.
Invite everyone you meet to get close to you, don’t be afraid of intimacy.
Just remember that your soul knows a bit better than your worries so follow it.
Kiss whomever you dare too, you won’t regret being brave.
Let love in without the fears you cling to.
Make even more mistakes than you have in the past because you’ll learn from them and learning’s good.
Never, Never, NEVER regret anything, I can’t stress that point enough.
Open up to those who stay close to you, honesty is freeing.
Pick fresh flowers for your desk whenever you get the chance.
Quote your favourite authors in everyday conversations.
Rest when you know you need to, you’ll thank yourself later when you don’t burn out.
Swing on a swing set every time you walk by one, ESPECIALLY if it’s been a bad day.
Take time to be thankful and appreciate nature.
Unwrap all the secrets you’ve hidden, like I said before honesty is freeing.
Verify all your sources when doing research.
Wake up before your alarm rings, your whole day will feel better because of it.
Xerotic is a fancy way of saying your skin’s too dry, stay hydrated so you don’t have to sound precocious saying that word.
Yearning for something, daydreaming distractedly about it, is not wrong so don’t beat yourself up over it.
Lastly,
Zeal is the key to success, put 150% into everything that you do.

Hello again, here’s a story….

So before you dive in to the first bit of a story that’s emerging slowly in my notebooks, I’d like to say hi! I’m going to start posting again. I can’t promise I won’t stop again. But for the next few weeks I’m going to try to look past other stuff and post once a week, since its a new year and this seems my only viable resolution. Even though it more than likely won’t be seen through.

I probably won’t post a lot of my prose as I am very self conscious of them still. So I guarantee a lot of my new poems. I do however want to test some stories, or parts of stories anyway, on other people so I chose the first page of the only story I haven’t given up on writing at the moment. I would love any feedback fellow writers wish to give! And I hope you all enjoy.

A bad morning…

Closed eyes and light seeping through my eyelids are the first things that I’m aware of. I groan and roll over in my bed, half a dozen pillows fall to the floor as I do. I cough wincing at the pain in my chest and remember that I’m still struggling with the leftovers of a bad cold. I hate waking up on any day. But waking up sick is the epitome of this hatred.

My mouth feels like it’s filled with glue and cotton as I close it and try to swallow past the desert that formed in my throat overnight. My eyes are still closed so I sit up slowly and pry them open. I feel half groggy and high as I rub my eyes and shake my head. Dizziness hits me like an unforgiving enemy and I flop my face into a pillow for a few moments to drive it away. I stand up and my clammy feet hit the cold tile of my bedroom floor and I groan again as I scan the room for my slippers.

I can’t find them among the mess of empty tissue boxes, papers, notebooks and dirty laundry. I sigh and think for a second about cleaning up a bit. I decide to do it when I’m entirely better. I walk in a daze down the hallway to the bathroom where I shut the door and start the shower at its hottest. I don’t turn on the fan wanting as much steam as possible to soothe my dry throat and sore nose.

As the water heats up I undress, climbed in, and put my back to the hot blast of the shower head. I feel all my muscles relax and I breath in the muggy air. The fog of sleep starts to lift from my mind as I begin to think of what’s ahead of me in the day. I don’t have to go to my day job. But I should work on some writing. If I want to get anywhere with it I can’t take days off from it like I do from the rest of the world. The thought of what lies outside the front door opens a floodgate and my hands clutch to my stomach as I become aware of feeling nauseous and all my muscles tense up again. I remember what else I have to do today.