Twice Upon a Relationship

So, I just recently got into another relationship with someone old. We never really gave “us” a chance, a moment. A series of unfortunate events led us away, which frustrated me more than any relationship. Yet, I knew I was still in love with him. I couldn’t move on, forward with someone new. It’s like my heart wanted that chance again. A third chance. Therefore, this is my love story, 2019.

Day 21: “Modernize a fairytale”.

Once upon a time not long ago

I was single. Mingling did nothing

But make my ache hurt

Longing for him. A prince out

Of my reach, he’s wanted by

Many, envious by few

Yet, no luck with a princess

Even this one. We were zero,

Not a chance to last for jealousy.

Now isolated, the opportunity

Arises out of broken ashes

Like a phoenix, we are

One. Again.

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The Statue of Michaelangelo

So, it looks like I won’t be finishing the poetry challenge, but I tired. I really did. for the remaining daily post. I will upload them on Sundays during the month of May. I think I have six or seven left. I will do them in random order cause why not. The challenge is incomplete for me, so diverting from the path is not hard and I feel no regrets.

Since National Poetry Month is over, I will an effort to try and write everyday until it becomes second nature again. My muse has been muted for too long because of emotional roller coasters, trials and tribulations. I’m sick of being tired, drinking coffee every day, and not being happy. Something’s got to change. My outlet is my writing, so be patience with my venting, or ranting about my personal life.

May will be the change I need. Hopefully.

Day 25 (because, why not): “write a list of questions you have for someone.”

Why no answer by Eevee

Why do you withhold the truth

lying to me won’t cause another argument, right

why don’t you date a girl on your level

do you feel pain anymore, or does it feel numb now

don’t know whether your weak-minded, or plain stupid

why do you love that girl

*This poem is a lost of questions I never got to ask my best friend who kept falling in love with the wrong girl. This is not my personal relationship, someone else.

Six of Wands

Day 26: “Pull a tarot card. Look up the meaning. Write a poem about it.”

So, I went online and looked a tarot card generator to do this assignment. The tarot card I got was a upright “Six of Wands”. The meaning of this card is exactly what I needed to read.

Link to website: https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/minor-arcana/suit-of-wands/six-of-wands/

SIX OF WANDS TAROT CARD MEANINGS

DESCRIPTION

The Six of Wands depicts a man wearing a victory wreath around his head and riding a decorated white horse through a crowd of cheering people. His horse represents strength, purity and the successful progression of an adventure, and the group of people marks the public recognition for the man’s achievements. The rider holds an upright wand with a wreath tied to the top, further emphasising success and achievement. He is not afraid to show off to others what he has accomplished in his life so far and, even better, the surrounding crowd is delighted to cheer him along.

KEYWORDS

Upright: Success, public recognition, progress, self-confidence.

Words of encouragement by Eevee

We rode to freedom

Upright and cheer

Sing the praises of this mighty

Warrior, female savior

No man can dim her

Shine, light

Visible Of success in

Her future

Retracing steps (Words and Poems pt. 2)

Since this earlier post got the most likes this month, I want to revisit that topic or former thoughts I had during that moment. Furthermore, my best poetry comes out of pure tormenting emotions of anguish, aniexty, and anger. As a result, it is hard to think of why certain poems are dark, yet, likable to audiences. Maybe, is it because I am telling the truth? A hidden truth I don’t wish to face in reality. Additionally, while writing, my truth slowing comes out because talking to another human is foreign communication nowadays. Will I ever speak my truth..

Day 22: “write a response or part 2 to a poem you wrote this month”.

Defining poetry by Eevee

I am baffled. How could I

Deceive myself with

Lines of poetry

Such sweet sorrow for the

Sweet wholesome gal saving

All the other souls, yet,

Salvation stares at her sun-kissed

Skin. Silenced mouth with

Zippered lips, drawn chalk lines

And, the song goes down.

Poetry, a grace for the girl.

Lines, words, stanazas

Pen, pencil, paper

Pepperjack dots forming sculpture

Lines of alphabets, English native tongue

Of the writing utensil

Complexity is a beauty

Hands draw words in a sand

Escaping the enemies, establishing

Justice behind her actions.

Her words are in stone,

A solid unmoving surface.

Poetry, is her mountaintop.

Extra! Extra!

So, daily blogging is not easy. It’s day 22, yet, I’m writing two challenges per every few days to catch up. It’s been a while since I wrote something, let along, do a writing challenge. Well, I plan to change lol that once this week ends, and it’s my final week of school this semester. Thank God. It’s almost over.

Day 20: “write a series of newspaper headlines about your life”. This is about to be fun.

She’s the headliner by Eevee

21 ways to gain weight in six days

Buy one, get two for free

How to turn off a guy in 10 days or less

She is a national hero, of chumps

Education: free enslavement, or not?

Quiz him or not, we will tell if he’s in love

Goth is the new Chic

Sports–oh wait, it’s Soccer Moms

Non-GMO is Great for Grasshoppers

Vegan your life away

Cheese is not In–while smoothies are Out

Natural Hair is an excuse to wear curls says, “EeveeWrites”

Individuality is overrated, follow the rules, millennials

Kids, the brutally honest crew you will ever meet

P. S. There is a reason I did not seek Journalism, I don’t read newspapers. Therefore, what is a headline? Honestly, writing these lines was fun, but scary truthful.

A revolution of Sorts

The other day, I finally watched “Birth of a nation”, the story about Nat Turner and rebellion. I heard his name from the tv series, “Roots”, but did not know fully his story until now. The man who wrote this story, originally, is D. W. Griffith. While researching the origins of the story, I wanted to learn more about the writer of the story and learn what was his motivation. In essence, we all believe in something and for Griffith, he believe in a cause that he thought was right. And, probably religiously correct. Yet, as history shows us, we as humans can be wrong.

Day 19: “make a black out poem from a Wikipedia page”.

Martin’s Dream

Day 18: “start your poem, ‘ in a dream’ ”

When I heard today’s prompt, I remember Martin Luther King’s speech, “I had a Dream”. And I wonder, did we achieve his dream? Because the black on black crime is ridiculous. So much hate within my community. I remember in an earlier post, “We Will Rock You” about if the black community stands together, we are strong. Yet, the world turns us, trends, social media turns us away from unity. So, here is my Dream.

A dream within a dream by Eevee

In a dream, my sister will not shut me out

By jealousy or misconceptions

We are beautiful, all shades of

Brown.

In a dream, my brother will raise his child

Like my dad did, four biologically

One is a product of desire

Yet, his job is a father

A leader

A counselor

In a dream, my feet won’t bleed anymore

From walking, from working

My hands are free, but

My feet took its turn

In a dream, families will be together

No baby “insert name here” but,

Mother and Father

In a dream, sisterhood is loyalty

In a dream, support is second nature

In my dream, I become God wants me to be.