Hurray – I’ve managed to not miss a Poetry Thursday yet this year! Wait – let me double-check, talk amongst yourselves for a minute. Here’s a topic: valley girl elephants!
*A few minutes pass by*
Aha! Yes, I’ve made it through the entire month of January without slacking off on my Poetry Thursday’s – so I reenforce my first “Hurray!” Though I haven’t entirely slacked off on Poetry Thursday’s, I have been a bit lazy with every other post this month. Or it feels that way. I always try to make my posts meaningful or have purpose, and to plan them out a bit – but I think I could benefit from just writing something that comes to mind, or sharing something small. I shouldn’t have to make a big post every time I want to write something. So hopefully by February I’ll be more inspired to write! That is, however, if I get the time. I realized today that the first two weeks in February are really busy for me, which is great because I hate February very, very much, and would like it to go by as fast as possible. I’m going to London (Ontario, no UK, so it’s not nearly as interesting), to visit a bunch of friends I haven’t seen in ages, and then the week after that I’m swamped with work (yay for overnight inventory at work on the 10th…). Because I like to be mean to myself, or maybe because I’m slightly masochistic, I am going to try to plan two additional posts for myself those two weeks. That really isn’t that much, lots of awesome bloggers I know actually do a post every other day. Well, I’m not nearly that awesome (yet), so this is a feat for me. Plus considering I won’t be home much those two weeks, I’ll actually have to stop being lazy when I get home from work and do some writing beforehand. Now I think that is enough rambling for this post, on with the poetry!
Oh, and I’d like to apologize for the above paragraph, it probably makes no sense. It’s not even 8:30pm over where I am, and I am absolutely exhausted as I type this. But not like falling on the keyboard exhausted, but that loopy, light-headed, goofy type of exhausted.
I’d like to apologize for the above paragraph as it is completely pointless and not useful in this post at all. That is all. Now for poetry! (I already said that, I know, leave me alone, I’m tired).
“Where?” pulsates from my heart,
a constant, throbbing, rhythmic ache;
Beating without a real purpose,
living without a sense of meaning.
A puzzle missing a single piece –
almost whole, but never really complete.
Waiting – whimpering – with watery eyes,
living life as lifelessly as the day before.
Every heartbeat pulsing through my veins
is a reminder of that missing piece;
a heart without heart, a soulless soul
waiting for a purpose that is not there.