Went out last night, had an um...interesting time. About to start dating again, in my early 30's, and the options are limited. We're going with humor today for Sunday Scribblings. I present to you:
"Maybe I'm not ready"
A night out on the town with the girls
an adventure.
"You're about to start dating again" they say
we'll head out "to get a feel"
of what is out there for me
No expectations, no plans
not really searching to meet "the one"
just an experiment
"We'll have some fun,
Flirt shamelessly" they laugh
And see what the world has to offer
me this time.
And we head out
A few drinks later,
some mind numbing conversations,
and let's not forget
the creepy brazillian guy...
and I get that sinking feeling
that I will be single forever.
Copyright 2007 - Karina
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Sunday Scribblings - #1 - Dear Diary
I've done some Sunday Scribblings entries in my other blog Candid Karina, but this is my first on this new creative writing blog, so I'm going to take it as if I'm starting now, and try to become a weekly member of this Meme, but ONLY enter "fictional, creative" entries. This week's Theme is Dear Diary, so here goes:
Dear Diary,
One more day without him
and I made it through okay
I cried a little, when the sun went down
but I made it one more day
I had to stop and catch my breath
when I remembered he was gone
but I plowed on through, I held on tight
and another day is done.
It gets easier as days go by
but it seems harder in some way
it's as if when it becomes easier for me
He's slowly drifting further away
Dear Diary,
I don't want him to be part of my past
I don't want his memory to fade
But I know if I don't carry on, preservere
Than what impact will he have made?
He came into my life to teach
To influence, to show me the way
And if I don't use the lessons I learned
Then I've wasted another day.
So today, dear diary, I made it through
Another day without him, and I survived
Tomorrow, I'll do it again some way
I'll keep on living, to keep his dream alive.
Copyright 2007 - Karina
To see other Sunday Scribblings click here.
Dear Diary,
One more day without him
and I made it through okay
I cried a little, when the sun went down
but I made it one more day
I had to stop and catch my breath
when I remembered he was gone
but I plowed on through, I held on tight
and another day is done.
It gets easier as days go by
but it seems harder in some way
it's as if when it becomes easier for me
He's slowly drifting further away
Dear Diary,
I don't want him to be part of my past
I don't want his memory to fade
But I know if I don't carry on, preservere
Than what impact will he have made?
He came into my life to teach
To influence, to show me the way
And if I don't use the lessons I learned
Then I've wasted another day.
So today, dear diary, I made it through
Another day without him, and I survived
Tomorrow, I'll do it again some way
I'll keep on living, to keep his dream alive.
Copyright 2007 - Karina
To see other Sunday Scribblings click here.
Monday, August 13, 2007
The Dance
So graceful, elegant
Fluid and sinuous
A beauty unmatched in nature
Such splendor, magnificence
A vision of brilliance
They dance, entrance
Pure passion in action
With fervor, devotion
They’re romance in motion
A love story told
In paces and strides
His ebb to her flow
When the music ceases,
And the dance has ended
They part.
A dream suspended.
(c) Copyright 2007 Karina
A bit of my inspiration below:
Fluid and sinuous
A beauty unmatched in nature
Such splendor, magnificence
A vision of brilliance
They dance, entrance
Pure passion in action
With fervor, devotion
They’re romance in motion
A love story told
In paces and strides
His ebb to her flow
When the music ceases,
And the dance has ended
They part.
A dream suspended.
(c) Copyright 2007 Karina
A bit of my inspiration below:
Sunday, August 12, 2007
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