Rant...

D*mned if I do and d*mned if I don't... just d*mned.
This novella h*lla long and I'm tired of hearing the same ole
sad song.
Trapped like a mouse in a maze dead end at every turn.
This scenery is way to familiar.
Helllllooooo echos back because nobody really hears me.
Pent up frustration volcanic tendencies. What would happen if I
would actually have a melt down???
 I can put on a facade with the best of them yet
deep down inside rage, hurt and pain are festering.
Who really authentically cares?

Day-3~ Personal Writing Challenge~ Victories Reply

Victories Reply

Came face to face with this situation before.

Went from closed door to closed door.

It’s hard to shout in the hallway

when feeling down trodden and

in a state of dismay.

Ambitions fade as photographs

left in the sun to long.

Over and over the answer comes

back just be strong.

Made it this far just can’t

quit now It won’t be this way forever.

Keep pressing forward don’t

look back, where feelings of doubt

creep in to create a stumbling block,

bruised knees and all prove them wrong.

So go check the back of the book once again

because in the end victory reigns it’s

a win win!!!

~PoetikDiva~(c)2016

Day-2 ~Personal Challenge~ Pains Response

Pains Response

Pain intensified camouflaged with a smile
All the while festering deep down in the abyss
amplifying echoing against the darkened hallows
suppressed by a ballad covering up tearful arias
A heaviness straining to breach the restraint that
conflicts with the chorus that resounds from within
the confines that desolation tried to leave.
~PoetikDiva~ (c)2016

Reflections

Reflections

Memories vast overflowing sprinkled with mementos
summers laced with Dixie cups and camp fire sing a longs
carefree disposition untainted wandering
A time when bonds were strong.
Childhoods flame blazes rekindled by
picturesque reflections.

Day-1 I write~ Personal Challenge

Cheers 

With this glass I raise a toast
Not trying at all to boast
This ones for me as I celebrate
the woman I am and the woman I
I strive still to be.
Drinking from this bitter sweet glass of life
I take this journey all in stride
I've been met with heartache and
some pain thought I'd never
see the light at the end of
the tunnel ever again.
Experienced dark clouds hovering,
that feeling of loneliness that seemed
never ending.
Still I press forward with hope
for it's the only way that
I can cope.
I won't give up just yet because
there is more in store for me
greater than I could ever
imagine it to be.
So I raise my glass and savor
every drop.
Cheers to me, cheers to life and
to this invaluable journey...
~PoetikDiva~(c)2016