Senitmental is how she felt nineteen years ago today
Ernestly she tried to hold onto that moment in time
Never wanting it to end, because it was so precious
The joy in her heart was more than she could believe
Is this what love is supposed to feel like
Might this capture a glimpse of our Father’s love for us
Either way, all she knows is that, the youngest part of her heart turned
Nineteen today and that is reason a for sentimental-ness
Today’s assignment for us all is to be sentimental and compassionate to one
Another. It is our sole purpose in this life of ours to
Live free and to love on purpose
Word of the day: Sentimentalness
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In today’s daily prompt, we are asked our learning styles. If we prefer learning in a group and interactive setting or one-on-one. If we retain information better through lectures, or visuals, or just by simply reading books.
Before we end this amazing journey. Let me show my appreciation for all that you are
Each day brings new questions. Questions, for me, bring interesting adventures
Do you ever wonder if our dreams are or real lives and our awake lives are truly dreams (more…)
Carefully she remembers how her trust had been broken
Ever since that day, her life was unspoken
Love was something, she decided, she was now over
Every relationship was included family, friend, and lover
She understands that this is not truly living
Therefore transparency is what she must start giving
I say this to you because all is well
As long as she doesn’t go back into her shell
Love is the final answer and it must prevail.
In Response to
Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong —
and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.
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In Writing 101, we found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. (more…)
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In today’s poem, we were to take a single face or a multitude of them as our point of departure. It doesn’t even have to be a real-life, flesh-and-blood face you’re writing about. Here is my poem about this sculpture Semiramis which is located at the Dallas Museum of Art, Central Concourse on the 1st Floor.
Where do you write? Do you prefer blogging on your laptop in a coffee shop? Are you productive in a quiet room, door closed, away from civilization? Today, describe the space where you write. Or, if you don’t have a dedicated place, what is your ideal setting?
If we were having coffee., I’d ask you a few questions. First let me start by saying you are the best friend I could ever ask for. You’re always there for me when I need a friend. Or even if I don’t. You show your love for me every moment and I try to do the same in return. (more…)
This is a scenario being played out in my head before I decide to answer a very simple question. Since, my daughter always says that I over think things. She may have a point.
Oh My Goodness! Did you see those legs? Well of course you saw those legs, because they belong to you. I just wanted to tell you that I’d ‘pimp slap’ the wind, for some luscious legs like yours. I mean DAMN! (more…)
I’ve always wanted to have a space in my home to call my very own, where I can escape and find solitude within myself. Usually the voices in my head quiet down a bit after sundown, so the space in question will be perfect. (more…)
The Heart Don’t Mind
Heart: How can we get lost going to the neighborhood grocery store? (sighs) I swear you over think things.
No Screens Allowed
Sometimes our view is distorted or blurred
Culminated with apprehension and angst
Reality can be a, kick in the teeth at times (more…)
In Writing 101 our assignment was: Can you dig through your online treasures and build upon old stories and existing writing? Take a peek in the drafts section of your dashboard. Can you use unpublished copy in a new way? So, I found this daily prompt that I started and have yet to finish called “Mouth Drop” where we were asked:
In exactly 100 words creatively describe one moment when your mouth dropped open, chin hit the ground, and tears rolled down your face (figuratively or not). If you prefer to develop this into a longer post, that’s fine too!.