Prompts: Continue, Critical, &Priceless

For those surviving aftermath of Hurricane Harvey and overseas hurricane, I wrote a little something after hearing Coldplay’s Houston #1 on the radio. I just finished it today. This is my third day back home. My area didn’t have any major damages or floods compared to others around here. I thank God for that and will continue to pray for those who have so much to do in order to move on from this.

In this Critcal moment, people have lost mant things. Precious Priceless things. It is also sad to know during this fearful moment, many had to worry about looters. My area, like many, is still under curfew.

As we Continue with the aftermath of Hurricane/Tropical Storm Harvey, please take the time to read my poem. Coldplay wrote a song in Miami, Houston #1. The song inspired this poem. To listen to their song, search online search engines or Youtube.

I used to complain about the sun,

So hot, so blinding.

Rain was something that just happens.

The water so serene;

Plague of death and dismay.

Floods, food shortage, electricity outage,

Loss of homes, loss of lives

All in books, all on news.

Didn’t feel real til I was near.

Opened my eyes;

Opened my heart;

Brain’s on wire;

How can I help?

Treacherous, dangerous,

But never chainless.

As the sun rises,

The water dries,

The memories remain.

Harvey stole materials,

But never the hearts of Texas.

Enemies, friends,

Strangers, acquaintances,

Formed a bond, united as one

Helping those in need.

Damage is done.

But Harvey has not won.

Lyrics: Pry

Somebody’s drowning, I

Have lost my way.

Somebody’s chanting, I

Love the way you pry.

The bass keeps playing;

Same old song keeps ringing.

I’m going round and round

While you just stand your ground.

There’s nothing I can do.

You just had to go.

Make your way into a feud…

Strange, I couldn’t stop you….

Somebody’s drowning, I

Have lost my nerves.

Somebody’s chanting, I

Love the way you pry.

The flood keeps pouring.

Water won’t stop rising.

Oh, thunder roars and roars-

It’s nothing to allure.

Media hides away

As the world crash and burns.

Seeking corrupting a feud.

Strange, I couldn’t stop you.

Somebody’s drowning, I

Have lost my nerves.

Somebody’s chanting, I

Love the way you pry.

Rumors hold no key

In a room of two or three.

Who’s to trust you see

The snake is slithering near…

Waiting to strike!

There’s nothing I can do.

There’s nothing I can do.

There’s nothing, nothing I can do.

You just had to go.

Make your way into a feud.

No, I couldn’t stop you.

In a world soaking with needs,

Somebody’s drowning, I

Have lost my nerves.

Somebody’s chanting, I

Love the way you pry.

In a world soaking with needs,

Somebody’s drowning, I

Have lost my nerves.

Somebody’s chanting, I

Love the way you pry.

In a world soaking with needs, I

Love the way you pry.

Poetry: Bound

Baby given up with no name;

Until someone took her in- shelter from the storm;

Once nameless, now framed with a name;

Adopted by a family, last name changed;

Growing up, a feeling she never could ignore;

Secrets kept, she never once implore;

Memories lost she couldn’t restore;

Bound lost, lonely, abandoned, hopeless, dazed, and confused;

A house that felt like no home;

A family disconnected;

Betrayed of lies;

But one remained hidden deep inside;

Within her heart, a longing she couldn’t sway;

A face once without a name, named.

Had a home.

Had a family.

Had a life beyond some.

Yet, deep within,

A child once nameless,

Could never separate her from reality;

Deep within, her heart bound by

Lost, lonely, abandoned, hopeless, dazed, and confused.

Lyric: Just Me

A warrior’s heart is beating in my chest.
Don’t care that you ask
The past is already laid to rest.
You can open me up,
But I’ll never tell.

If it’s walk or talk,
I’d rather you walk.
I’m sorry that’s just me.
I’ve been this way
And will never change-
It’s plain to see.

A stubborn lil girl walking on this earth.
Heart of lonely tears,
A mind that erased all those years.
You can say what you want,
But I’ll never tell.

If it’s walk or talk,
I’d rather you walk.
I’m sorry that’s just me.
I’ve been this way
And will never change-
It’s plain to see.

If you don’t like what you’re hearing,
Why stay here believing
That we could be anything.
Hurtful words said and done.
Might as well just go and run.

Go and run…
(Run…)
Go and run…
(Run…)
Go ahead, go ahead
Run, run…
Go ahead, go ahead
Run, run, run.

You might as well-

If it’s walk or talk,
I’d rather you walk.
I’m sorry that’s just me.
I’ve been this way
And will never change-
Yeah, it’s plain to see

That if it’s walk or talk,
I’d rather you walk.
I’m sorry that’s just me
And that’s who I’ll ever be.

Prompt: Fragile

Fragile

There once was a girl named Seraphina Rose. At her school, her name was unique compared to those. And so, Seraphina was picked on by many.

A bright and beautiful girl with lips as pure as rose. Her mind shudder as the day goes. Nights she cried and mornings she tried, but fragile still showed.

A once little girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, little did she believe her life would come to this. Burst of tears; worries and fears; her heart broken in two waiting for tomorrow. A fragile soul hoping tomorrow would be better. But the zombie life she lives still tomorrow she drives.

Prompt: Perplexed

Perplexed
Looking at her friend, Anne felt perplexed at the sight of her face, full of shock and horror. Asking her questions to relieve the anxiety in me, every bone in my body began to shake tremendously with the words coming out of her cold mouth.

All She could do is think, How? Why? Unanswered questions poured as she noticed her smirking, as if to hide a smile and a laughter- one of those evil laughters that are supposedly cool, but really isn’t.

Hearing and eyeing her left every trace of honesty puzzling Anne. Why did it have to be me? Why did she have to go and spill the beans to me? Speechless and perplexed she tried to move, but no aching part would let out a motion.

She walked towards Anne like it meant nothing. Her words, dark and full of laughter. Who is she? Those words spun in Anne’s head as she searched for descriptive words to satisfy it.

Her hands were full of what Anne hoped was ketchup sauce. Yes, ketchup sauce. That’s what they used to use in movies, right? The air reeked of death. Who’s, She didn’t know. Anne trembled still knowing her friend could do such a thing.

Why Do I Do It?

Why do I start the things I know I will never finish?

Why do I apply for something I know I haven’t got the heart for? Something I tried two times before and failed.

So, I signed up for selling Avon. Many of you don’t know I have signed up twice in the past. That’s why I don’t want to tell my family and friends. I don’t want to mention it to other coworkers I used to work with either. I can’t tell anyone at the school I work now because they say no personal work allowed. We signed off on it.

So, I’m stuck. My mind is thinking just fill the campaign brochures and “accidentally leave them around where you go”. Maybe someone will look at it, maybe not. Maybe it’ll be thrown away. Maybe it’ll be popped into a bag who’s owner will take it home and browse through it. Maybe someone would call. All these maybes and nothing to motivate me or scream at me, “Do it. Dooo iiiittttt.” I don’t remember where that line was from but I know I have heard it before somewhere. Was it Hannah Montana? I think it was Lily saying it to Miley. But I can’t figure out the episode. Flashback to that show.

Not only am I talking about Avon, but also my crocheting projects. I tried making flowers wanting to connect them. Nope, that quickly went down the drain. I also told myself I want to sell blankets on eBay. Im not making many to sell on it. It’s just a goal that’s staring me down, but when I reach out for it, I get distracted, tired and sleepy, or too lazy to do anything for the goal.

Just like yesterday I brought a book downstairs to read. I knew I was exhausted but I still told myself I’ll read anyways. Took the book downstairs and never even opened a page.

Same goes for writing. I used to write a lot. Everyday, any day. Now, I have no desire in me for daily writing. I lost that part of me. When that part comes back it’s only for a minute. Once a week or so I get inspirations. But my creativeness I feel has fallen apart. And that’s what makes me me.

I haven’t been keeping up with My Trending Stories. Mainly because I can’t type post through phone. I need a laptop and I barely use my laptop because I don’t carry it wherever I go. Same for tablet of the site works on there.

On the positive side, I haven’t given up on this blog site. I only have been posting once or twice a week. Sometimes, short daily post. But at least that’s something.

I have two ideas I wanted to write. Wanted to write on MTS site, but forgot I can’t with phone. Might try and write them down today.