“At Least Smile” (Poem)

A short poem by Alyssa Wright about the impact of humor on a serious situation.

How do you add
Humor to Solemnity?
Something funny to something serious?
It’s really quite simple:
What is your
attitude or your tone?
Is it
humorous or solemn?
funny or serious?
A sprinkling of a
humorous tone or attitude
Can work wonders
on a situation.
It can make someone
Laugh despite circumstances,
or,
at Least,
Smile.


This is from September 2014. I made a few minor edits.

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Life Is What You Make It (3)

I frequently think about my life, what I want to accomplish, what I’ve done so far, and how long I have to do everything I dream of. This is a series featuring things I’ve written about such things, both poetry and prose.

This post contains profanity and mentions suicidal thoughts. If you are not comfortable with such things, feel free to skip this post.

[Don’t Forget] Low Self-Esteem and a Desire to be Remembered

18 September 2016

I don’t have a very

high self-esteem,

I don’t put much stock

in that I’m a human being.

I know that I’m valued,

worth a motherfucking bunch,

But it doesn’t always feel that way —

like when a bully steals your lunch.

I don’t very much love myself

any which way.

I easily find myself

depression-ly swayed.

I try to avoid

such dark, self-hatred filled thoughts,

But they sometimes come up

and shred me apart.

I find myself wondering

“what more can I do?”

I find myself wondering

if life’s worth living through.

I feel as though I’ll waste my life,

fuck everything over,

I don’t get to live twice.

That’s not an excuse

to “have a fun time,”

Or “eat, drink, and be merry,

for tomorrow we die,”

Because I want my life

to be worth remembering.

I don’t want to be forgotten

or remembered because

My life was lived rotten.

I want my time used best it can,

none of it, no moments,

left to fester in the trash can.

It’s a lot of pressure

I put on myself,

when I want my life story

to not rot on a shelf,

With no one caring what all I did,

with no one caring if I even lived.

I could be made up,

for all they may know,

So for evidence, what will I have to show?

I don’t want my story

to just be mistakes,

Or for it all to just have been a waste.

If it’s not worth

recording, reading, remembering, or reliving,

Is there even a point

to my life continuing?

Death is inevitable,

should I even try?

I want so badly to know

if I’ll really use my time,

But I won’t know that

until I’ve lived my life.

Right now, right now

I could not, would not

die satisfied

That my life was worth

all the time I spent

Making it what it is,

Wouldn’t die satisfied

that I’ll be remembered

For too much longer

after I’ve died.

Even if someone

published all that I’ve written,

I’d still be forgotten,

Forget having never been smitten

or ever in love,

That doesn’t matter so much to me

As my life story

being worth  my time,

being worth remembering.

I’ve been told I’m a good poet,

so maybe, just maybe,

There’s something to that

and my life won’t,

at least not in its entirety,

be forgotten and allowed to rot

in the annals of history’s

ever-growing bookshelf.

 

Poetry Prompts: “Cold Showers”

This was written and posted at 11:44 pm on September 17th.

If you have any suggestions for poetry topics or writing prompts that struck your fancy, share them in the comments!

The prompt, taken from Think Written, was “cold water.”


Icy,

Shivers,

Goosebumps,

Curling toes,

Rubbing arms,

Shaking.

The water runs

over me like rain,

and it feels like rain,

it will not warm,

it’s all used up,

my shower’s

forcibly cold.

Poetry Prompts: “Apple Dumplings”

Recently I have been struggling with my writing habits and motivation to work on things. To add some more fun to writing poetry and get some fodder for inspiration, I decided to find some poetry prompts.

If you have any suggestions for poetry topics or writing prompts that struck your fancy, share them in the comments!


The prompt, taken from Think Written: Grandma’s Kitchen

 

Image result for apple dumplings
Apple Dumplings (picture credit)

 

“Apple Dumplings”

An evening long ago,

distant, as it feels,

a lesson in preparing

an after-dinner treat.

We core apples,

mix cinnamon and sugar,

roll out pie crusts,

butter the lot.

Together we made

apple dumplings

and small pieces of

cinnamon sugar pie crust.

“[Glass] Hidden Realms” (Poem)

This is from today.

A return

at last

to the world

hidden behind the glass

which none have seen

But me.

You may have glimpsed,

but quickly dismissed

this realm

of glass and gleam

of brass and beams,

but none have ever been.

It’s carefully disguised

as a mis-sight from

the corner of your eye

that no one ventures in,

But take my hand

and we can go

beyond the trickery.

Past Poems (September)

Similar to the July and August installments of this series, I will be sharing poems I wrote in September of previous years.

To Protect

2 September 2013

Why?

These series of events,

Unfortunately mine?

Disheartening though they may seem,

Are only the surface emotion.

The truth

Lies beneath.

Inside my medieval castle.

Go over the moat,

through the outer wall,

Across the outer courtyard.

One is lucky to get this far,

for never is one through the inner wall,

To see the inner courtyard.

No one is ever invited

To my banquets,

In the protected and heavily guarded

Castle.

It contains what is not meant to be seen,

The secrets that lie within,

That I went to such lengths

To protect.

~~~~~

Not Soccer

4 September 2014

Tired, aching muscles

complaining loudly with

Every movement.

A sign that I

Worked hard,

Pushed myself.

This pain is my reward

for not exercising

After the soccer season ended.

But this was a

different kind of workout entirely.

Martial arts, jujitsu, grappling,

not Soccer.

~~~~~

Chocolate Blues

10 September 2015

Chocolate is awesome

at every time of day,

Chocolate is awesome

no matter the way —

Dark, milk, or white,

Chocolate is awesome

to replace the mundane

Chocolate is always the answer,

or I wish it was.

How sorry I feel for those

who can never know this love.

~~~~~

Procrastinating with Relationships

2 September 2016

Too long I’ll be gone

I’m wasting my time.

What am I doing with my life?

I have things to do,

Assignments to complete,

But instead I’m here with you

Making my feet ache.

~~~~~

The Notes to Fell Nosferatu

1 September 2017

The music played and wove along,

The witch controlled it with her wand.

She hummed along enjoying her song

on this fateful Tuesday morn.

“Knock, knock!” came a voice from near her door,

and darkness fell over the room.

“It’s us again, darling,” two voices together

as the sound enveloped the room.

The witch’s melody dropped to a whisper,

Lost in the silence of her shock.

And then into the room came the two headed queen,

A nosferatu, though she denied it was the same

as the long-hated vampire.

The witch bowed low to the ground,

careful to not lose control of her sound.

“Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

She fought the sarcasm and kept her voice light,

steadying her wand to keep the music out of sight.

“You’ve been charged with treason,

so you’ll be coming with us.

Oh, and don’t put up a fuss,”

she spoke cheerily and smiled sweetly.

“I think not,” the witch said,

bringing the music to a crescendo again.

She brought out the sounds that hurt the queen most,

the nosferatu crumbled and covered her ears.

The music as a weapon would bring an escape!

Why hadn’t the queen thought that the tune might change?

But then in came the guards,

Three surly armed men with plugs in the ears

and swords in their hands.

“Only” (Poem)

This poem is from today.

The time goes on,

endlessly,

when I’m here with you.

We can do most anything,

it’s always fun

with you.

But when our time

comes to an end,

it all feels much too short.

We had a whole day

but it felt as

Only

an hour or two.