Wired

These thoughts, so many and so scattered

Are encircling my mind, suffocating me

From living my potential!

What do I want to be? Where do I want to go? Who am I?

Constantly pervade me, blocking me from moving on.

The more I think, the more I go crazy,

Oh, these thoughts will surely be my end!

All That Jazz!

I have been brought alive,

From this sweet Jazz

That blares with its trumpets and soothes with its saxophones,

Grabbing the attention of my feet

In tapping along to its rhythm.

From this heart and soul of Dixieland to the Midwest,

I am once again summoned to liveliness, from being tucked away in the Berkshires!

The Doors

What was that promise that you made

Is what I'm hearing

As I'm rewinding to the past

To its music, its times

Its sentiments

As I live in the present

Stuck in its rhythm

That gets made with each day, each moment

I wonder of the promises that we made

Are they real?

Haunting

Shadows everywhere

Follow me 

As I turn the street corner

A dead man is being shown his end

With others watching, as it haunts my imagination.

I await The Guardian of Lost Souls.

"another head hangs lowly"

Thank You Changó on Foter for this image!

For the Trifextra Weekend Challenge this image was our fuel to a 33 word response!

Beauty

Dawn approaches with its colors of Red, Yellow, and Pink,

On a spectacular evening, as I sit back and marvel at this beauty

Of the crisp blue waves, as they either come back to its familiarity of the land,

Or instead they carry these forgotten sentiments of land with them,

As they travel farther away, and into this beautiful sunset.

~Inspired by Trifecta~

Rhyming Made Charming

Once upon a time
There was rhyme
Along with meter, rhythm, and description
Without a prescription

Now a bang, an alarm,
The third time's the charm
As I do no harm,
In writing.



For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, the idiom "Three time's a charm" was used in 33 words.

Changing

A seed
That when falling into the soil,
Grows and matures.

Like the rhythm of my heart
The essence of my core
Come into fruition
I look in your eyes, and feel your presence
Move ever so distant now

Getting trapped inside my own emotions
I now see a change
That begs me to pull away from you
As my desire for you fades away.

For the Scriptic  prompt exchange this week, Bewildered Bug gave me this prompt: Come to fruition..  

I gave Grace O'Malley this prompt: When I grew up

The Reality of an Appearance

You appear true

What would I know though,

In having such feelings,

Such overwhelming passion over you

I would then, naturally assume the best in you

Disregarding that you could be dark and a menace to society

A writhing wretch of destruction,

I would not think twice to be with you

To have a future with you

Yet though, there’s something else I see

Something else that I feel that beckons me to you

A sensation telling me that you are not dark and a menace

Or am I being tricked?

For the Trifecta Weekly Challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

this week, "appear" as having an outwardly aspect or seeming to be was used.

Pepsi!

Aye my life,
In a world wrought with strife
How do I begin to confess
Of my great distress,
Over Coca Cola versus Pepsi, in a world full of carbon
Which fizzes more?

For the Trifextra Writing Challenge this weekend, a 33 word confession had to be composed!

On Graduating

Underneath this winding loop of life is a new paradigm of hope
That after a long battle with gaining knowledge,
I have finally reached its infinite end,
As I taste its sweet honey!