Stalker on the Net

Keys tapping Instant chat Smiley faces, hearts and kisses Fun to her innocent eyes A friendly Hello Kind inviting words Lull her into a false security Exchanging likes, dislikes Jessie J, One Direction And all that stuff Sharing jokes Laugh out loud It’s all just a bit of fun But now appears an invitation To…

Broken Trust

Day 10 of NaPoWriMo, to write an “unlove” poem. I’ve chosen to express my thoughts about a former doctor I used to see. You got under my skin Burrowed in deep You were like a red hot pin You made my eyes weep Your words made me angry Made me question myself I looked at…

Sensing Sedation

This poem was buzzing around my head, not on prompt but needed to be written Half sat In tilted seat Which refuses to fit my shape Veins raised with harsh tapping Needle threaded into hand An oddly warm sensation Creeping from sedation Broken moments of time Firm pulling, hard jolt White Cotten, stained red Absorbing…

Faith, Hope and Charity

Today for NaPoWriMo I used a prompt from a writing group to write something about Faith, Hope or Charity or all three. She walks blindly, Yet knows she will not fall. She respects that things will come right, For those who follow the correct path. Her name is Faith. He holds onto his dreams. Wishing…

Facing Fear

Day 8 of NaPoWriMo, Prompt:to write a ottava rima There’s a storm brewing I have no where to hide Hesitance will be my undoing If I don’t ride the tide Fears eating at me Invading my dreams Blurring, I can’t see I cry out,in screams My heart beat is racing My nerves are on edge…

May I ?

I written this late last night in the eye of an insomniac May I take your hand in mine Hold your heart within my palm May I dance into your dreams Up, up, up to the stars Traveling on moonbeams May I burrow into your thoughts Discover what your words mean, When you talk May…

Bearing my Soul

Day 7 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: I challenge you to write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question. I am my first cry when I was born I am nutrients my mother gave me I…

Bygone Days

Day 6: Prompt saying goodbye to someone or something Fun Carefree Run, catch, chase Those were the days Stop Struggle Walk, stick, help Aches draining pain Lost Give up Say goodbye To childhood ways Wait Adjust Changing step Living my days By Katie Haigh (C)KatieHaigh April 2013 Photo by Katie Haigh

Tiredness

Day 5:Today’s prompt was to do a cinquain. I found my dyslexic brain puzzled with this task but I chose to take on this challenge. I have writen, what i think is a Reverse cinquain a form with one 5-line stanza in a syllabic pattern of two, eight, six, four, two. Weighted My eyes close,…

Teacher of the Year

Day 4, using a prompt from Touchstones Creative Writing Group “Unreliable Narrators” In year 9 She was Teacher of the year Best in the country My English teacher Learning the text Structure and spelling Not creative feeling My English teacher Marking my words Staining with red ink Not seeing my story My English Teacher Dismissing…