I'm so tired
Of being so tired
Waiting for
A time when
I can wake up feeling fine
And enjoy the day.
Caren E. Salas
Care Packages
Contents: love, pain, insanity, and a bit of fun now and then. Signed, sealed and delivered.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Shhhh - I'm Tired - Day 28: a Shhhhadorma (poetry form)
Daleks - Day 27: a "Mechanical" poem
They're one part alien.
And two parts mechanical.
Ugly little creepers
Move as robots quite maniacal.
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!
Through time and space they roam.
They must defeat the Doctor
But he always beats them home.
Doctor who? You ask, well, yes!
He has Daleks on the run
All you need to know
Is he's the Doctor, he's the one.
Caren E. Salas
For my crazy Whovian kids!
photo: www.bbc.co.uk
Destined to Be a Star! Day 26: "Casting" poem
And playing the part of the beloved family pet...
WHISKEY!
Approximately 9 whopping pounds of excited furry fun!
About 13 years old (no one really knows)
Dark eyes, long blondish hair
Missing teeth, long tongue
Scar under one eye where he once had an abscess
Has an odd attachment to mini tennis balls (likes to chew the fuzz off)
Suffers from separation anxiety
Thinks a crust of bread trumps a dog treat any day
Can adaquately communicate "yes" and "no"
Wants no payment for his obedience and loyalty
Aside from a little affection, a warm bed and some food
Clearly, he is destined to be a star!!
Let's here it for....
WHISKEY!!
Caren E. Salas
Lies - Day25: "Everyone_______"
Everybody lies
No matter what they tell you
It's human nature
Caren E. Salas
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Alarm - Day 24: an "auto, or automatic" poem
Alarm screams
I roll over, push
The blankets
Off of me
Trudge to the kitchen to make
My morning coffee.
Shower, dress
Brush my teeth, my hair
Do make up
Put shoes on
Grab coffee and a bagel
And I'm out the door.
Caren E. Salas
I roll over, push
The blankets
Off of me
Trudge to the kitchen to make
My morning coffee.
Shower, dress
Brush my teeth, my hair
Do make up
Put shoes on
Grab coffee and a bagel
And I'm out the door.
Caren E. Salas
Monday, April 29, 2013
Sweet Amnesia - Day 23: a love poem
Sweet Amnesia
Let me be your sweet
Amnesia, Close your eyes and
Just let go. The hours
Will fly like dreams forgotten,
As I kiss your cares away.
Let the memories fade
To darkness, temporary
Blindness heals. The days
Will blend like soft summer rain;
Let real life blur for a while.
Caren E. Salas
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friends - Day 22: A "Complex" Poem
It's really
Not complicated.
We both know
Each other's
Darkest secrets and sad songs
And yet we're still friends.
Caren E. Salas
Not complicated.
We both know
Each other's
Darkest secrets and sad songs
And yet we're still friends.
Caren E. Salas
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Right of Way - Day 21: a Senryu
Sure, go on and take
The right of way. Clearly you
Own the road, don't you?
Caren E. Salas
Beyond the Universe - Day 20: "Beyond____"
Beyond the universe that we all know
Hundreds of thousands of light years away
Maybe there's a planet where we'll never go
Beyond the universe that we all know
Where amazing plants and animals grow
And maybe there's forty-eight hours in a day
Beyond the universe that we all know
Hundreds of thousands of light years away.
Caren E. Salas
Monday, April 22, 2013
Rejection - Day 19 a "Burn" poem
I presented myself
Neatly packaged, tied with a bow
And there ya' go.
I hold out my hand
Nice to meet you, I'm on display
What can I say?
Apparently,
I'm underwhelming, not what you need,
You just can't see.
You smile at me
We'll be in touch, as I turn to go
That just means "no".
Caren E. Salas
Neatly packaged, tied with a bow
And there ya' go.
I hold out my hand
Nice to meet you, I'm on display
What can I say?
Apparently,
I'm underwhelming, not what you need,
You just can't see.
You smile at me
We'll be in touch, as I turn to go
That just means "no".
Caren E. Salas
I am...Tired - Day 18: prompt "I am ____"
I am tired of being
Strong
Brave
I want to choose
The easy way
The short cut
Avoid the pain
I want to be
Taken care of
Once in a while
To be the care "taker"
Not the caretaker
I am tired of being
Tough
Strong
Brave
But I don't see
Any other way
Caren E. Salas
Say It! Day 17: an "Express" poem
Yes?
No?
Say it
Just express
Don't suppress yourself
Go on, tell me that you love me
Or tell me if you don't, just let me know and I'll go...
Or maybe stay, if that's the way
You'd rather have it
Open up
Say it
Yes.
No.
Caren E. Salas
No?
Say it
Just express
Don't suppress yourself
Go on, tell me that you love me
Or tell me if you don't, just let me know and I'll go...
Or maybe stay, if that's the way
You'd rather have it
Open up
Say it
Yes.
No.
Caren E. Salas
Some Things - Day 16: a "Possible" or "Impossible" poem
You can't make me love you if I don't; you
Can't make me someone that I'm not. You can
Force me to perform with violent means
I guess, but you can't make me enjoys it,
Or ever want it to happen again.
If you try and show me something very
Far away, I won't see it without my
Contacts, and I can't remember something
I have not lived, no matter how I try.
Some things are impossible after all.
Caren E. Salas
(Something about that phrase "Nothing is Impossible" has always bothered me. There are just some things in life that will not happen. Get over it.)
Can't make me someone that I'm not. You can
Force me to perform with violent means
I guess, but you can't make me enjoys it,
Or ever want it to happen again.
If you try and show me something very
Far away, I won't see it without my
Contacts, and I can't remember something
I have not lived, no matter how I try.
Some things are impossible after all.
Caren E. Salas
(Something about that phrase "Nothing is Impossible" has always bothered me. There are just some things in life that will not happen. Get over it.)
The Bar - Day 15: an Infested poem
What was I thinking?
All alone in the bar
With the creepy old men
Covered in tattoos and scars.
The place was infested
With all shapes and types
I imagined that some
Had once worn prison stripes.
In the corner a man winked
As he drank his last beer
I was starting to feel sick
I should get out of here.
So what was I doing,
Midst the winos and strays?
I was feeling just as lost
And as lonely as they.
Caren E. Salas
All alone in the bar
With the creepy old men
Covered in tattoos and scars.
The place was infested
With all shapes and types
I imagined that some
Had once worn prison stripes.
In the corner a man winked
As he drank his last beer
I was starting to feel sick
I should get out of here.
So what was I doing,
Midst the winos and strays?
I was feeling just as lost
And as lonely as they.
Caren E. Salas
Friday, April 19, 2013
My Love and I - Day 14: A Sonnet
My Love and I
My love and I need to run away for a while
To relax and remember how it feels to smile
Far away to some paradise close to the sea
On an isolated island where we don't need a key
Because not a soul will around there for days
Except seagulls and turtles and endless sun rays
We'll feast upon mangos and coconuts and fish
Stay up all night long, and wake when we wish
Swimming in an ocean that's warm and clear
We won't want to leave until maybe next year
And I'll collect sea shells while he lies in the sun
And together we'll count stars when the sunsets are done
It all sounds like heaven, and that's how it will seem
If we ever escape, and find this sweet dream.
Caren E. Salas
(okay, so I'm not Shakespeare, but I gave it a go.)
photo: William Salas
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