Frothy mouth

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A little layer of froth forms

At the corners of my mouth

As I lie with phone in hand

Mind and soul adrift

To the dreamscapes behind my eyes

Sleep has alluded me for days

No more able to put to pen

Than but this for tonight.

Fields of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby’s await me.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/froth/

 

My song of the day: Appropos of this one to have come on my playlist today..

Imaginary
By:Evanescence

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they’re falling tell a story

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Don’t say I’m out of touch
With this rampant chaos, your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

I am luminescent

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I, myself, by the very definitions,

Am luminescent.

I have evolved to new forms.

Converged what is genealogically encoded in me,

Merged with that which is environmentally subjected upon me,

And I radiate from within.

It has only been the chemical changes, the motions and changes of the subatomic particles within me

Rather than any heat induction (read: love)

Only the cold I am left with,

That illuminate my soul

For all to bear witness.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/luminescent/

My song of the day:

“One Light”
By: Skid Row

There’s a sound in my head
Holy wine, breakin’ bread
between time and what we said
drifts the innocence we’ve shed

In this moment there’s a day
for a sad and broken babe
there’s a fracture on this hallowed ground where we lay

One light burns, one light fades
Behind the door are better days
When the light shines on me
I’ll know the world still turns
One light burns, one light burns

There’s a prayer on the wall
One by one say them all
Why we run before we crawl
Stands the reason that we fall
In the flower there’s a field
Sublime but so surreal
There’s a fracture on this sacred ground to be healed

One light burns, one light fades
Behind the door are better days
When the light shines on me
I’ll know the world still turns
One light burns, one light burns
One light burns

[Solo]

One light burns, one light fades
Behind the door are better days
When the light shines on me
I’ll know the world still turns

 

Exploring the light

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Today my friend, her energy was weary

Mine transferred to her

Today I felt more invigorated

Since we met, I’ve been clearing my space

Hers transferred to mine.

Reminding me of the heaviness of my soul

I must explore the light

And give it a chance.

I must lighten the burden upon my soul.

The burden others have placed there

And the burden I’ve allowed to remain.

It’s time to get back to who I am supposed to be.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/explore/

Faceless

Always envisioning,

Dreams so hazy,

Looked in the mirror

Searching each feature

To find traces of what you might look like.

 

Strangers told me

I looked like my Dad.

presbys

Spoke like my Mom

(Edith Bunker voice-maybe no)

My identity adrift,

You, both faceless.

“How I want to see you clearly, come closer than this. But all I remember, are dreams in the mist.”

I finally found the courage

To follow my dreams.

I no longer scan crowds

Looking for a face

That reflects my own.

I see myself in both of you.

No longer faceless.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/faceless/

The Incubation Period

Just let go

Continue to look for signs

But know that the answer will come in due time

Just listen inside.

Trust that the insight will upload.

As thoughts incubate and pave the new road.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/incubate/

Anything but typical

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My life is anything but typical.

Music teacher by day,

With an ever changing daily schedule. Never a 9-5 day in my life. And work still happens in the darkest hours of the night and weekend hours of morn. It never ends.

The place where I seem to be most at home. Where I do things right. Natural, easy.

Mother by night and by weekend.

The role I thought I’d be better at, but always feel a failure. Each time I’ve tried, the challenge has been much greater than I every expected.

Stepchildren, two. Neurotypicals. Raised as teens but taught by mom to hate me. Resolved now as they have grown. Biological daughter, one. A-typical. Diagnosed Asperger’s Autism and Pathological Demand Avoidance. Every day, never knowing what to expect.

Mom: what I want to be so much better at, but I have so many wounds of my own still to heal. And creating now for others in the meantime.

Wife whenever my husband is home.

And these days he doesn’t make it      home too often.

He’s working, trying to make ends meet for us.

Two jobs now,

To fix up our house.

But the wifely duties exist even when he’s not around. They echo in my head. And play like a record named “Guilt” if things aren’t taken care of. Especially now that he’s working so hard.

That echo, wherever could it originate from? That brings me to…

Daughter every day,

Especially in my head.

Replaying those voices, reminding me that it’s never good enough.

When the parents’ voices becomes your own, is there ever a way to replace it?

Especially hardest when my physiology only seconds the notion that I’m not good enough.

That was born of the other parent. The one that thought a pre-verbal abandonment trauma was best for all.

And now that she’s back, she brings love and support. But always the caveats.

The roles play endlessly in my mind. Even when I am not physically acting each one out, they all converge in the vast jungle inside my head.

I never want to be typical. But I continuously work towards the resolution of warring times in my head.

 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/typical/

As the lights dim

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The house lights flicker three times to alert the audience that it is time to take their seats.

After the rustling of the crowd dissipates and silence befalls the audience, the lights dim in the theater and stage lights illuminate.

A performer walks on to the empty stage to thunderous applause and takes her bow.

As she prepares to play her first note, she breathes in the energy of her audience, for that is her feeding source.

The nervous roller coaster of emotions she rides lasts for hours after her stage exit. It is a high like no other.

But that high slowly dims and begins to fade slowly. As time marches on, and the years add on, she wonders if the vibrancy of her younger career can be rekindled.

For it is still simmering, but not the open flame as it once was. Other life circumstances have taken precedence. The pursuit of this less lucrative and less opportunistic venue has taken a back seat to careers that support the need for financial security.

Will opportunities resurface once the little one no longer needs watching? Will she still have what it takes to grace the stage, when life provides the time?

The wills and what ifs plague her mind as the lights dim in her eyes.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dim/