I replace the receiver back on the phone and sink my back into the cushions resting on the wooden chair; I tilt my head backwards and smile, this is perfect, too perfect, things are actually going to turnout ok…finally I have the perfect reason to leave, no guilt to harbour, our vows, now rendered redundant, but I do not care…I haven’t for a long while, I only agreed to it for Tom’s sake..and he does this, how ironic…
Smiling, I twist the gold band around my finger one last time and remove it, placing it on the oak desk, untying mine and Tom’s bond. I am free, free to move on with my life without Tom…now I can openly be with Ben, guilt-free.
*Written for Voice Week 2013.
The phone rings at the same time, each day, every day…I daren’t answer it, so I do not…I just watch it light-up with each buzz. The news is rarely good, I’ve seen it in my dreams…so I do not answer, just watch it each and every day, hoping for its silence.
Subconsciously I go to twist the gold band on my ring finger -except it’s not there, I look down at my hand, diverting my eyes from the phone; an indentation of the ring screams stark realisations to me…it also explains Tom’s cold cup of coffee each morning and the dinner he never eats. It makes sense, but it does not…
Warning: Strong language used, please read with caution. 16+).
It’s been hours since…the phone on the oak desk smiles smugly at me, willing me -no, taunting me to make the call, but I shan’t, I shouldn’t listen to those thoughts, Tom said I mustn’t, that they do not speak the truth, that they lie…but he lied too…he lied when renewing our vows, so why should I believe him -and her
I slam the receiver onto the phone, the oak desk underneath creaks in response -how could he? How dare he -and with her -of all the people, Clara my sister, my blood -how could they? I punch with my bare fists onto the desk and recoil (flinching) then punch again and again, my knuckles red raw.
Heya to all you lovelies, I’ve had a busy few weeks with moving furniture, sorting out the flat, and taking on some volunteering work that my writing has taken a step back, but I’m still writing some poems, and that’s about it; therefore I decided to get back into the swing of things (so to speak), and so this week I’m going to take part in voice week 2013.
What’s that you ask?
Down in the forest, right near the lake
Toadstool fairies swept leaves with their rakes
Whistling and singing
Dancing and prancing
They cleaned up the paths of where their homes lay.
Hiding in hedges, near by the trees
The pixies watched the fairies with glee
Waiting for sundown
Before they attack
They planned to mess the work (of the fairies’ comeback).
Written for day 20 of OctPoWriMo; today’s challenge: to write a love letter (from an unlikely pair) or write a poem in the form of Rictameter. Initially, I could not come up with an unlikely pair to write about, therefore, I took on the Rictameter challenge, and that inspired me to write the love letter (I hope it works). lol -As for the additional challenge Morgan (oh my goodness (I hate not stepping up to the mark); but I’m awfully camera shy, so I’ve done a voice recording, which is equally embarrassing for me, please accept my apologies from now) –it’s my compromise, I do hope I do not get penalised.
*To listen to the voice recording of ‘Enlightenment through the Dark’ please on the play button above or below (whichever works), otherwise, click onto the more tab to read my attempts at today’s prompts (this is for readers reading this from the main blog page and not using a direct link).
(To read ‘Enlightenment through the Dark’, please follow this link.)
The Candles’ Spell
Dancing against shadows
Pirouetting to hearts of stone;
Playfully toying and igniting sparks
These stoned hearts, never danced apart.
Day fourteen and surprisingly, today’s OctPoWriMo’s prompt is ’silence’, (I’m fortunate today’s a quiet day for me), so here you are…this is what the prompt encouraged me to write, I do hope you enjoy the read.
A Bewitching Silence
Calm comes with its sparkle
Serenity smoothing daily blare
-Its’ golden twinkle focusing on my view
Its’ glitter reaching into depths
Depths of a soul
Awakened to see,
My eyes closed,
Yet opened to a glory I’ve not ever known.
I’m deafened in a soundless wake;
My time is limited today, so today I’m sharing a poem I wrote a while back, I feel it is suitable for today’s prompt for OctPoWriMo (day 12), the prompt is shadows -our shadows, it’s what makes and sometimes breaks us, the important thing is to learn from our shadows and overcome them to become better individuals and also have an understanding for those people whom we surround ourselves with.
Disclaimer: The subject matter may not be suitable to all tastes; you may even classify this as a little disturbing; this is a relatively dark piece with dark thoughts. I do not condone you to think like this -or act out any parts of this poem; this piece is just expressing an idea and is intended as an exercise in exploring the word prompt ‘shadows’. If you are a younger reader, please avoid reading this.
I Didn’t Want To Be…
Today’s challenge for OctPoWriMo is to write a lyrical poem, which in theory should not be difficult seeing I get a lot of people telling me my poems read like song lyrics; but actually sitting down and constructing a lyrical poem has been quite challenging; I am unsure if what I have written will be considered as a lyrical poem, as I have added a change to the flow in parts, so parts read rhythmically faster in places…however, I do hope you enjoy the poem as it is, a poem which wrote itself as I listened to some lovely calming music….
Not You or I…
It was not you or I
Just circumstances gone wry
It was not you or I
We strayed our paths, combined…
It was not you or I
Hope’s light took with it, our hearts.
It was not you or I
One wing of bat,
one fur-ball of cat,
two tonsils of Jedi’s,
(now’s where is my hat?)
Stir in three slugs,
add two electric plugs,
magic in cauldron-
I peep through the door,
(Glares two stony eyes),
Says he’s the Reaper,
I glide down my cries.
This weren’t the bargain,
I made them wherein,
He’s seven years early,
With no heaven gate pearly.
I shout through the door:
‘Please do come in
but do be aware, I’m a little chagrin.”
Heya, you may have noticed with the last 3-4 email notifications, I have encountered a technical hitch; getting back into the swing of blogging and also learning to use the tumblog features of this theme, has caused multiple posts (due to my impatience, after clicking submit,
Of my limbs,
I do not feel
6.44 miles walked
What a thrill
Under two hours
-and that’s a feat
How will I walk 13.1 miles next week?
Too shattered to get up and walk
Where’s my bed,
Let’s sleep not talk.
~ Copyright @yikici. 19.09.2013
I’m training to take part in the half-marathon (13.1 miles) for Cancer Research UK this Saturday, as part of the campaigners: Shine. If you’d like to support me and help me raise money for a good cause and reach my target sum of £300.00, please mosey on down to my official fundraising page: JustGiving and splash out some cash -every little bit helps and I would really appreciate your support.
If you are considering to build an audience through the mobile app PocketWriters, please be wary and read my story before you embark on a similar journey.
A few months ago I was actively looking for a mobile writers application where I could write on the go without being bound to my laptop (I have a love-hate relationship with my laptop, so anything which would help me become productive away from it I consider a blessing). I stumbled across three apps:
1. Wattpad 2. PocketWriters 3. Opuss (In that order.)
I signed up for all three simultaneously (I should really use the principle ‘one at a time’ and sometimes I do, but not on this occasion). From my initial nosey around the three apps I became very aware that these apps were very much community based and not the writing app I was searching for; however, I decided they would be a good tool to build an audience with, so hence I kept them (I mention my interactions on Wattpad and Opuss in this post I wrote a few weeks back). I posted a poem or two on PocketWriters as well as a couple of chapters from my short story Moon of Change, then I moved onto Wattpad (which I felt a little lost in) and then I started to post in Opuss (where I got hooked). Opuss has a beautiful community of readers and writers, it’s a great source to read, write, create and provide and recieve constructive criticism -see it like a critique group if you will, I certainly do. I digress. Due to its captivating community, I soon lost interest in the other two apps, that is -until we got news that Opuss will be shutting down. All Opussian’s started to look for an alternative home in various apps including Wattpad and PocketWriters. It was at this point where I was made aware by a fellow Oppussian that PocketWriters were not as credible as they seemed.
PocketWriters Unlawful Tactics
I have been informed that one of my posts has been sabotaged, therefore I have had to delete it. Hearing this news upset me, as it made me realise that, it does not really matter who you are, big or small in this world, evil is just pure evil and people will go to any lengths to discredit you or abuse your platform. I am unsure who this said person was and why they would do such a thing. I just hope, none of you’s have been effected by reading that post. The particular post in question was: ‘Tiny Baby Steps ROW80 Style’. Please let me know if you have noticed any other unsual activities from any of the the other posts (I hope there is no other).
In the meantime, I want to repost the deleted post in it’s entirity as it was a pretty significant piece for me at the time. The lesson I learnt then is an important one, which I often forget time and time again, so as a valuable tool to remember, (maybe fate’s trying to remind me a few important truths), I need to take this on again. I do hope this post is as valuable to you as it is to me. Apologies in advance for some of the news below not being current; cutting any bits out would lose it’s meaning, therefore, I have kept it all together. I do hope I have made the right decision. Anyhoo, enjoy.
Today’s daily inspiration is a photograph captured and edited by John, please follow the link below titled ‘Imagined’ and be inspired.
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