Shadow of May – Day Twenty-Eight – ‘Fulfilled’

Caught up! Today’s Shadow of May asked: What makes me feel fulfilled? And the answer is a short and strange one. (Honestly, the last few pieces have been rather strange. It’s refreshing. Kinda.)


I am fulfilled in fragments,
Pieces – Of mirror, of candy, of memories
So many little, insignificant things
Make me whole and partial
Toward the life I live, and
It’s tricky, trust me, I know, being together
By being alone. I’m drowning, almost,
In the irony. I am returning to
The beginning of hope by
Discovering its end.


I’ve begun the lovely process of transferring some of my older writings onto here. Luckily, the formatting for posts is much easier than tumblr’s and so there’s significantly less cursing involved than originally planned.

My sister’s book is moving along semi-nicely. Almost at page 200! Manged to finish painting the last pictures… to my knowledge. (I already thought I was finished once only to find out I was grossly wrong, so…). I might post some pictures of the book, if only because I’m actually impressed with how some of the paintings and drawings turned out.

Divine Poetry 2015 is done. Next on the list is Divine Poetry 2016. Not sure if I’ll be posting my Obscure Sorrows Challenge poems or not. I haven’t really participated in many writing challenges outside of those three, and the bulk of my writing outside of them I don’t find fitting or worth posting. On the bright side, I want to do more challenges, especially when it comes to exploring different forms and schemes. My sister has also suggested I practice my digital art by illustrating some of my poems, and I might just do that.

Divine Poetry – Day 24 – Pentacles

[Use only the suit of pentacles (coins) and include the words Earth, Possessions, and Merchants]
5 of Coins, reverse
7 of Coins, reverse
9 of Coins, reverse

The Earth is my home
Yet, I find myself distracted my merchants
And shinny objects, a need for more possessions.
I could have five hundred china sets,
A fountain of the sweetest Champaign,
Every book in a library of my innermost dreams,
But I will still die.

Money cannot buy enough time
For me to enjoy every toy, knickknack, and souvenir
That I could collect mindlessly over the years.
I don’t feel pain knowing this,
I feel sad, but happy.
The Earth is my home where memories are kept,
And cared for, and loved.
I don’t want more than I can chew.
I don’t want a long life without knowing home.

Divine Poetry – Day 18 – Free Verse

What traps me? The Tower
Where can I go once I’m free? 8 of Wands

The tower is coming down around me-
A sudden change, a broken foundation,
The roof is leaking, the lights are flickering,
And I’ve already got one foot towards the door.
Yet I must wait, even though I’m already late
Getting the hell out of dodge and back
To the slow steady rhythm of a stable life,
Because first I’ve got to live through the fall
And then the rush of catching every brick
Falling down, rebuilding even as it all hits the ground-
I’ve got to make up for lost time somehow.