Word of the Day – Construe – ‘Not True’

Sorry for the late post, it was a very busy day yesterday and by the time I got back to my family’s house I was dead tired. Yesterday’s word of the day was construe, a verb which means  to interpret (a word or action) in a particular way.

‘Not True’

There are no real answers
To all of this that I see and feel.
What is it to be living happily
Other than this knowing
And understanding that i built
My reality, that everything I do is wrong
In someone’s, not always mine, eyes.
I only have to apologize to myself
For every doubt thrown towards my worth.
I accept my failures by the grace of every star
Reflected in the eyes of another living being.
I will always be able to change, to transform,
And I will never be enough for anybody except me.

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NaPoWriMo – Day Nine – “Mean Today”

So today’s prompt was to create a nine-line poem, and I’m thankful for the link provided because I got to try out a new rhyme scheme called “Magic 9” which scheme is a,b,a,c,a,d,a,b,a. It was actually easy and a bit fun to play with (mainly because there’s no set meter scheme I needed to follow, which is great – it’s been a long day at work and meter gets messy). I definable might be revisiting the style, and hopefully becoming better with it.

 

“Mean Today”

Make some sort of meaning everyday,
Destroy every little bit of prized peace
In thinking you’ll figure it some other day.
Another day, another, some – You must cease!
Tell me, do you love what you love?
If you could tell me what might you say?
Allow me to disappoint you-
Allow me to tell you what I would say:
It’s hard to know, I’ve never made a masterpiece-
Maybe, maybe another, some other day.

NaPoWriMo – Day Eight – “Bedtime Prayer”

Today’s prompt was repetition! I adore repetition, and though this isn’t my best work yet – I enjoy it, and that’s enough for me.

“Bedtime Prayer”

Replenishing darkness in which I lay,
Lay my head down upon bended knee,
Lay my head down and pray sleepily:

I wish for sweet healing dreams.
I wish for my body to restore.
I wish by all my simple means-
I wish to swim in sleeps shore.

I wish I knew how to properly love.
I wish I knew what I was made for.
I wish I knew what Gods dream of,
I wish I knew what Gods cry for-

But I’ve been told it’s best to let
Gods sleep, and to sing them Goodnight.
So Goodnight, but I wish that if I ever met
A God on sleeps sweet shore some night
Maybe, maybe they might tell me why
I was made, how to love, and if they cry.