In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “One at a Time.”
One at a time?
Just one?
Can I do it?
Will it work?
Category: Writing
Man Weaving Cane
In and out, in and out.
Line after line,
Branch after branch.
Into one solid sheet.
Teenagers
Teenagers,
The worst thing to be,
According to parents.
We’re just people,
Who make a few extra mistakes. Continue reading “Teenagers”
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A broken smile
A hopeless heart
Every good thought a struggle
Shattered inside
Perfect on the outside
No one knowing
No one caring
A small smile
A glimmer of hope
One happy thought at a time
Healing inside
Breaking down outside
Do they know?
Do they care?
A genuine smile
Hope for the world
Happy thoughts to go around
Scarred but healed
No more facades
They know
They care
Winter At Valley Forge
We sit ‘round the fire,
Our frozen hands,
Begging for warmth.
Frostbitten toes,
Icicle nose,
Our empty bellies,
With that sharp pang of hunger.
Men are eating trees,
Just wanting their fill,
Not really tasting,
That hard, crunchy bark.
No one has shoes,
Blood covers the snow,
Soldiers laying frozen,
On the unforgiving ground.
Dead bodies are thrown
Every which way,
“No time for burying,
we must be on our way”
the general says,
not caring one bit.
Typhoid and smallpox,
Are going around,
And everyone stares,
At the sick, dying men.
Daily we are told,
“No money for supplies,
Be a man and get up,
Fight for our freedom,
Our liberty and rights.”
And one day we’re told,
We will finally be trained,
Like the army we are,
Not just poor colony men.
Day by day,
We’re drilled harder and harder,
“We can finally beat those Tories!
Another battle can be won!”
Washington says, a smile on his face.
When springtime comes,
We’re a mean fighting machine,
And I have survived,
the Winter at Valley Forge.
Too Good To Be True
How did I not see it coming?
All along, it was too good to be true.
You’d take me up to sit on cloud nine,
Then bring me back down to one again.
You could do some fancy talking,
But you’d never follow through.
You had me hooked from day one
And somehow, I couldn’t back down.
I knew how bad you really were
But you made me feel as if I was special,
As if I was worth something,
The way no one else could make me feel.
My friends warned me against you
But my excuse was that they didn’t
Know you like I did so well.
I should have known that
All along, It was too good to be true.
One day it finally clicked
And man it hurt like hell
But finally I realized who you really are.
You’re sweet, you’re funny,
You’re charming and clever
But you’re manipulating too
Wrapping girls around your finger
Simply because you know you can
Making them expect the best
But delivering the worst
Does it really make you feel good?
Messing with girls’ heads all the time?
Do you honestly enjoy it?
Crushing our sprits at their peak?
Hopefully the next will realize
Sooner than I did this time
Hopefully they’ll see you for who you are
Though as much as I wish
I could hate and forget about you
I know that just can’t happen
Thankfully now I understand that
It was all too good to be true.
It Takes Time
“I need hope.” I whispered, a plea for help.
“It’s not about letting sadness in,” you said softly,
“Do not let the opinions of others consume you.
Nevermind what haters say,
Ignore what they think,
‘Cause everything is going to be okay.
Sometimes, you just have to live
and decide that being sad is a waste of your time.
A better you will attract a better next,
‘Today is never too late to be brand new’
So stay strong and never give up.
I promise you, everything will be okay.”
Then you smiled at me,
A smile that wasn’t forced,
A smile with meaning behind it.
A smile that gave me all the hope I desired.
I began to piece my life together again,
Slowly but surely.
“It takes time,” you breathed.
