Witchcraft

Composed 11/19/17
Description: Not so subtly inspired by my last post.

Don’t fear me
I have a disarming smile
And a degree in reflective listening
I was raised and trained with a customer service philosophy
I will not raise my voice
I will not contradict
So don’t fear me
Fear my pen
If you are rude or condescending
If you cloak yourself in arrogance and embrace ignorance
You will be a victim of the written word
Woven into rhyme, metaphor, and simile in my poetry
Masking your identity and yet
When in some happenstance you read
These rhymes and vague-told stories
I hope it makes you feel somehow, distinctly
Uneasy

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Offended (By the Internet)

Composed 9/13/17
Description: Shocking right? Well, this rant poem was inspired by a slight but dedicated vein of rage that coursed through me after some light internet browsing. Oh, and today’s Daily Prompt: Penchant.

a screenshot of a isfj description of who you usually go for in terms of dating love romance

According to a random person who
made an interpretation about
Myers-Briggs who
might have made the whole thing up
I have a penchant

For the unachievable the
prideful, uncaring bachelor who
is two (five, ten) steps behind me who
I must constantly chase
and never face as an equal in love

I love a “non-committer”
a hesitant suitor
someone who I must baby as I think about the future
someone who makes me feel
inferior

Apparently I am a sap for masochism
a woman who worships fanatics of sadism

Indeed, this might have been my fate
at one time
to love unrequitedly
to invest in time-share romance
but is it my desire
to be burned out by my own fire
while the other watches me burn
cold as unyielding steel?

My only downfall was
thinking I was worth something
and reaching
not a weakness not a
love life death wish not a
fear of commitment
just a longing for men I thought were worth it
who turned out not to be

It’s just been me
learning
and I’ve learned
to know who’s recognized my worth
to recognize interest and affection
to only give what I’ve been given
to forgive but move forward

My past does not equal
My goals
My future
I don’t cycle
I upgrade

So best be cautious with your ill-conceived zodiac memes
Don’t misinterpret me
Or bring me down
I am intelligent, savvy
I will search carefully
Seek out chemistry
And I will find love or it will find me

Old

Composed 9/11/17
Description: Is this a melodramatic poem about something trivial? Oh, yes it is. But inspiration sneaks up like that. So what’s this really about? I’ll give you a hint: I’ve written about this subject before. But I welcome your own personal impressions/interpretations. 

Should use the old before the new
It was old before you knew
Should have used it when it was new
Cause now the new will get old too
Before it gets to being used
And it’s all because of you

Anticipation

Composed 9/7/17
Description: A belated response to the Daily Prompt: Anticipate.

If only I could anticipate your conversations
I could practice interactions to simulate elation
For I yearn to be in your good graces
To be admired — not one of a million faces
All I can do is watch your reactions
But I black out after failures to muster attraction
They seem to offer only confirmation
That your mind is engaged with other fixations

A Winding Course

Composed 9/5/17
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Elevate.

Fantasies formed in the mind and acted out viscerally
None that have seen the light of day nor should they
They are silly, preposterous
A sad routine of imagined cliches
There’s no stock to this
Instead reasons to cease and desist
Perhaps why I’ve yearned to quiet my brain
Command it to quit
I detest this sickness, loneliness
How it steals my senses away and
Wastes my time in argument
With my own self when it’s already won —
Logic against hopeful desire
That will eventually be stomped out like flame
I wish I could elevate myself
Above these feelings
Turn off my humanity like a switch
And focus on higher things or at least
Possible things
Because I’m tired of the uphill battles
And I don’t deserve them
I’m worth the pursuit or at least
Expressed, mutual affection
I’m just inpatient with this lazy
Meandering direction
This sorry excuse of a lovers lane

Prayer

Composed 8/27/17
Description: n/a

Oh Lord
Please save me from a narrow mind and a limited perspective
As You are the only one who can truly know another
I am unable to appreciate the intricacies of any other’s situation
I am only permitted to live inside this one skin
To view the world through this set of eyes and process stimuli
Though this one, routine tilled mind
I cannot feel the sensations of another’s heart
Feel the burn of pain or passion in their veins
So save me from saying
I understand flippantly in conversation
For I know I never could
Compel me to remember…
To always listen before I speak
To earnestly seek to understand
And to use my own voice only in support of others
To give credit where credit is due
And to respect the boundaries that have been placed
In response to oppression and stripped identity
And I pray not only for me
But for all like me
As we are all tempted and blinded by demons and
Seductive voices that whisper of the convenience of superiority, ignorance, and hate
I pray
That we will all remember Your teachings
And be open to receiving Your perspective so
Your love and acceptance may permeate all of our interactions
And most importantly I pray that all who find these words
Will see them as a plea made in sincerity
That they
Will confront themselves as they ponder this request
As these words are not just pretty things
But a reminder that Your word challenges them and challenges me.

A Question About Direction

Composed 8/7/17
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Amble. Do you have a good answer?

How do people just wander
Swerving, spinning, circling
Like a lazy water dancer
Drifting around in endless space
When this world and its people are expert demanders
And my life is a carefully managed bullet point list
At best a flowchart, 90s magazine quiz
Where choices are ample if you do not think
Outside of the box
I was born with a compulsion for convention
Is it good I feel such need for direction?
Or is finding purpose less important
Than the freedom that comes from ambling along?

On Top of the Hill

Composed 6/29/17
Description: Busyness has taken me, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

It creeps up all at once the future
from textbooks and essays to
apartments and salary
real world responsibilities
duties that are daunting but suddenly achievable
I honestly never thought it was feasible
to walk out and succeed with this much ease
and I’m standing on the hill looking back
at all the paths I’ve taken and the people
I’ve collected on that journey
and how each of them lifted me and how
God has had a hand in guiding things
And I think…
I’ve made my decisions decently
I enjoy this
unique branch of reality in this parallel universe
I look forward and see misty possibilities
I might have found my true calling
I just have to keep moving forward to see

Over

Composed 4/1/17
Description: Hey, blog! Remember me? Yes, I have returned from my slacking with the masses for NaPoWriMo. Okay, it’s not really been slacking. It’s more like the last semester of grad school (and, okay, a recent obsession with a certain MMO). But I DO want to keep writing! And the poetry actually came pretty easily once I sat down and thought for a few minutes. So here we go, the thrilling conclusion to my latest string of sappy, romantic poetry.

I’m
Over you
I overestimated
Apparently not apparent
Adoration
I’m
Absolutely confused
But over
Over you