tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597485929586797272024-03-08T16:32:41.472-08:00Land of LaRaeI love to write. One of my major goals in life is to have a novel published. Probably fiction. I also dabble in poetry and am considering trying out song-writing. Feel free to leave me some constructive criticism.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-19385293863046029502012-07-25T09:40:00.002-07:002012-07-25T09:40:22.369-07:00365 Day #27<em>The Art of Procrastination</em><br />
<br />
I stop and stare at an empty space,<br />
My thoughts, they waltz before my face,<br />
Spinning and spinning; a turtle race.<br />
<br />
So many things I need to do,<br />
I'll make a list and keep it true,<br />
Yet rarely see the whole list through.<br />
<br />
I close my eyes and contemplate,<br />
Should I do this now or should I wait,<br />
I'll save it for another date.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-15068364345483047212012-07-02T08:17:00.001-07:002012-07-02T08:17:49.014-07:00365 Day #26My body is a war zone<br />
Each morning the battles begin<br />
My head versus my heart<br />
My thoughts versus my actions<br />
My personal Civil War<br />
My laziness, the victor<br />
More often times than not<br />
When will the war end?<br />
I'm longing for peace.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-11688381808259548052012-01-04T09:00:00.001-08:002012-01-04T09:00:12.687-08:00365 Day #25Two thousand and twelve<br />
What will this year bring to us?<br />
Happiness, I hope~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-54347675161882562262012-01-04T08:59:00.002-08:002012-01-04T08:59:48.586-08:00365 Day #24A fresh day dawning<br />
The sun rises once again<br />
Back to work we go.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-26288020665033193812012-01-04T08:59:00.000-08:002012-01-04T08:59:18.816-08:00365 Day #23A new beginning<br />
Another chance to start fresh<br />
Make the most of it.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-38945714979563316932012-01-04T08:58:00.000-08:002012-01-04T08:58:32.871-08:00365 Day #22Wow, I've really slacked on my 365 Day Challenge... But I've signed up for a few haiku swaps on swap-bot, so I'm going to use those poems here as well. : ) Here's the first one:<br />
<br />
Should I stay up late?<br />
Kiss my husband at midnight?<br />
No, I think I'll sleep...<br />
<br />
(Just kidding... love you Hubby!)~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-81150536300255347472011-04-20T12:03:00.000-07:002011-04-20T12:03:21.585-07:00365 Day #21The wilted<br />
Flower is<br />
Still such a<br />
Masterpiece.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-23566726556598427022011-04-20T12:02:00.000-07:002011-04-20T12:02:16.231-07:00365 Day #20I gaze into his eyes and see<br />
The person that I want to be<br />
I don't deserve it but it seems<br />
He loves me unconditionally.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-78677620474879412522011-04-07T05:42:00.000-07:002011-04-07T05:42:17.859-07:00365 Day #19Wow, I am soooo behind on these! :( I'm going to have to start doing 2-3 a day to catch up!<br />
<br />
<br />
The Cheshire Cat moon <br />
Grins down at me<br />
As if to remind me<br />
We are all<br />
A little mad here.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-27484159494568209632011-03-10T12:11:00.001-08:002011-03-10T12:11:08.182-08:00365 Day #18<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A butterfly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just fluttered by</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I wonder where she’s been</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She waves at me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Quite daintily</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As if the insect Queen</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wings up, wings down</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She flits around</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A rollercoaster flight</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She waves goodbye</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I breathe a sigh</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She flutters out of sight.</span></div>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-56017163732745950662011-03-09T19:31:00.000-08:002011-03-09T19:31:46.991-08:00365 Day #17I yearn to hear<br />
The pitter patter<br />
Of little feet<br />
But instead I hear<br />
The pitter patter<br />
Of quiet rain<br />
Or is it tears<br />
Streaming down my cheek<br />
And slamming<br />
Onto my empty chest~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-41616195961091146062011-03-08T12:58:00.000-08:002011-03-08T12:58:49.928-08:00365 Day #16No matter<br />
How bad<br />
My day<br />
Has been<br />
The sun<br />
Will rise<br />
Again.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-55903229614510702972011-03-08T08:52:00.001-08:002011-03-08T08:52:42.113-08:00365 Day #15<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Why does the Willow weep<br />
Does it dream of freedom<br />
Unbound from its roots<br />
But surely it knows<br />
It would die<br />
If its wish came true<br />
Or maybe it wishes<br />
To fall in love<br />
It sees all the couples<br />
Resting under its splendor<br />
They come to it<br />
For a romantic picnic<br />
And mock it<br />
With their caresses <br />
Or maybe it weeps<br />
Because it’s happy<br />
Overcome with joy<br />
Rich with God’s Blessings<br />
I like to think<br />
It’s the latter. </span>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-34767227482630541252011-03-01T06:36:00.001-08:002011-03-01T06:36:33.079-08:00365 Day #14<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I cross my heart into</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A bow of solitude</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And descend the stairs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of discontentment</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Although I feel that I</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Could just curl up and die</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I soldier on in life</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fueled by resentment.</span></div>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-52982440155266493152011-02-28T07:07:00.001-08:002011-02-28T07:07:51.677-08:00365 Day #13<span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">A flower dances<br />
In the wind<br />
Content with life<br />
But does it worry<br />
About its world<br />
Global warming<br />
Busted economy<br />
How can it be<br />
So utterly at ease<br />
Does it know something<br />
We do not<br />
Has God whispered<br />
Some promise<br />
Into its petals<br />
Some revelation<br />
From Revelations<br />
I envy the flower<br />
In its own little world<br />
Focused on the sun<br />
Or maybe the Son.</span>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-77247307079967441402011-02-22T08:17:00.001-08:002011-02-22T08:17:11.073-08:00365 Day #12<p>If I choose<br> To refuse<br> To let you dump on me<br> If I negate<br> All the hate<br> That you throw at me<br> If I despise<br> All the lies<br> That you give to me<br> If I walk away<br> Will you beg me to stay<br> Or will you let me be? </p> <p>~April~</p> ~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-80496211086128783512011-02-22T07:41:00.000-08:002011-02-22T07:41:28.678-08:00365 Day #11<u>Fingernail Polish</u><br />
<br />
I sit on the couch<br />
And paint my fingernails<br />
The color I choose<br />
Gives away my mood<br />
Hot pinks and blues<br />
A touch of glitter<br />
For my wild side<br />
A little rocker chic<br />
To make me feel like a rebel<br />
When really I'm just<br />
A silly little girl<br />
Playing dress up<br />
No dolls or tea sets<br />
No frilly gowns or feather boas<br />
Just a little color<br />
To add to the monotony<br />
A little glimpse of a dream<br />
For me to smile at<br />
When I glance down.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-2897290131235890682011-02-21T13:04:00.000-08:002011-02-21T13:04:41.569-08:00365 Day #10<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><u>I Choose Strength</u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As the piercing wind blows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Through my open windows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My mind, it echoes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not the to’s, but the fro’s </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All the never’s and no’s</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All the steps on my toes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How is it no one knows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How it withers my rose</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How it wrinkles my nose</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As tear by tear flows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As the time goes and goes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Through the rains and the snows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On my face, well it shows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But the crying soon slows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I realize I chose</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To give strength to my foes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I withstand no more blows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As my confidence grows.</span></div>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-58208037545823830692011-02-17T21:33:00.000-08:002011-02-17T21:33:48.035-08:00365 Day #9<u>Will you stay?</u><br />
<br />
If I try<br />
Will I fail<br />
Will I succeed<br />
Will it matter<br />
If I fail<br />
Will I cry<br />
Will I die<br />
Will you care<br />
If I succeed<br />
Will I soar<br />
Will I thrive<br />
Will you stay<br />
If it matters<br />
Can I choose<br />
Win or lose<br />
Will you stay?~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-59136593164179724812011-02-17T21:11:00.000-08:002011-02-17T21:11:15.001-08:00365 Day #8<u>Sometimes Life Isn't Fair</u><br />
<br />
The world spins<br />
Yet I stand still<br />
I climb and climb<br />
Yet roll down the hill<br />
I twirl and dance<br />
Yet find no thrill<br />
I give for free<br />
But get the bill~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-13241908000481610302011-02-15T12:07:00.000-08:002011-02-15T12:07:55.921-08:00365 Day #7<em>Can you tell I'm way behind on my poems??? Trying to play catch up = some silly/corny poems ;)</em><br />
<br />
<u>Some Day My Prince of Darkness Will Come</u><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once upon a time</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">In a faraway place</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There lived a girl</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With a lovely face</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her heart’s desire</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was a handsome dude</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But all she met</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Were incredibly rude</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But then one day</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She happened to acquire</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The <u>Twilight</u> series</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And so thus a vampire</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was what she now craved</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But she remained sullen</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To this day still in search</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of her own Edward Cullen.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yes, I realize I’m a geek… and proud of it! ; )</span></i></div>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-10489456895701416962011-02-15T10:32:00.000-08:002011-02-15T10:32:58.513-08:00365 Day #6<u>Tranquility</u><br />
<br />
I lay in a hammock today<br />
A hammock by the lake<br />
And stared through the bare branches of a pine<br />
At the clear, blue and gray sky above<br />
The only sounds were of the wind<br />
And an occasional bird<br />
Calling to his friends<br />
And in the distance<br />
The calming clinging of a wind chime<br />
A sweet, random melody<br />
Carried on the breeze<br />
Such peace and tranquility<br />
God's beauty and splendor<br />
If only life were this peaceful<br />
If this day was the norm<br />
And chaos the rarity<br />
As I suppose it is in Heaven<br />
Peacefulness every second<br />
I closed my eyes<br />
And imagined it.~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-49724547646043070272011-02-15T09:10:00.000-08:002011-02-15T09:10:38.523-08:00365 Day #5<u>Close 2nd</u><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">April showers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Smells like flowers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Prays to God to give her powers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">God says nope</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But He liked her soap</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So He gave her hot water that lasted for hours.</span></div>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-56608936888128881802011-02-15T07:39:00.000-08:002011-02-15T07:39:59.475-08:00365 Day #4<u>Masterpiece</u><br />
<br />
The morning sun rises<br />
Painting the sky<br />
Pinks and golds<br />
Beauty up above<br />
God's own masterpiece<br />
We live in His portrait<br />
A new design every day<br />
How He must love us<br />
To share with us so~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1159748592958679727.post-9952973268488482072011-02-09T10:40:00.000-08:002011-02-09T10:40:15.001-08:00365 Day #3<u>Joyful, Joyful</u><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Joyful, joyful</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh, how we adore Thee</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is it adore or ignore?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can’t recall… sorry</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But which do I do more</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh, look what’s on the TV!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ok, back to what I was saying</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh, I got a text… hold please</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now, what were we talking about?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh, that’s right… we were singing</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Joyful, joyful</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh, how we ignore Thee!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is it ignore or adore</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can’t recall</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sorry.</span></div>~April~http://www.blogger.com/profile/00927595932580249523noreply@blogger.com0