So as of last week, I posted a year's worth of poems. I decided to start a new group this week. This poem was written around 1993. I tried to make hanging out in my basement with my cats sound poetic. 😺 This is from the era when I first started writing poetry seriously. Secret… Continue reading A Poem #1
Author: Dimples
I am a huge Pretty Little Liars fan. I occasionally (or often) come across as a manic fan of the show due to a need to analyze every episode, character and spoiler. My blog's name (prettylittlemania.com) is inspired by an episode entitled "Mona-Mania" from the third season.
I also recently launched my second blog, dimplesandgrins.com, which is a joy seeking mission.
🥚How did that end up in my eye?🥚
An eyelash in the eye is uncomfortable. Anything else is excruciating. I cannot fully explain the story of how I ended up with a pigeon’s egg in my eye, but I’ll try. It was a warm day, and I was riding my tricycle in the backyard. I was around 4 years old. My mother was… Continue reading 🥚How did that end up in my eye?🥚
A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
Counting this post, I have posted a year's worth of weekly poems. It has taken me over a year to do so, but life happens. I remember writing this poem while sitting outside watching a storm brew. I was written around 1993 or 1994. Storm Storm you are brewing The winds are getting stronger Blowing… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
A Poem – Week Fifty-One
'Here's a poem from July 13, 1997 about an imaginary jerk. Of Missing Person He's of missing person He's out of my life He says I can't control him Because I'm not his wife It's been almost a year Since he walked out the door When he shattered my heart When he said he doesn't… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-One
A Poem – Week Fifty
This poem was written on July 18, 1997. It's about immaturity. I don't really remember why I wrote this, but it echoes some of the same thoughts reflected in my book, Asleep and Dreaming. Aging in the Land of the Young When do people grow up And move on with their lives? Even many years… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty
Flashback Friday – Getting my hair washed was a battle
My hair has always been very thick, except when I was a baby and had very little hair. I hated to have my hair washed because it seriously felt like my mother was trying to drown me in the sink. I would fight her the entire time and we both would end up drenched by… Continue reading Flashback Friday – Getting my hair washed was a battle
A Poem – Week Forty-Nine and My New Poetry Book is Available(!)
This poem was written on July 31, 1997. Time Is Short and The Water Rises Life is short and sweet, So you have to move on There is no time to waste We have to move on Before the water covers our heads And everything will be over Because time is short And the water… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Nine and My New Poetry Book is Available(!)
A Poem – Week Forty-Eight
This poem, written on November 18, 1996, is a companion piece to the recently posted poem, Self-Hate. Self-Love Today's the day I'll be all I can be Today's the day I'll stand up for me No more falling in the shadow trap I'll reach the top And achieve my goals I will never stop Working… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Eight
💃🏾Flashback Friday – I’ll Never Dance Again💃🏾
I mentioned before that I was a dramatic teenager. I have to admit that I was also a dramatic child. Growing up, one of my favorite activities was dancing. I never had lessons, beyond one summer of tap, so I was mostly self-taught. I particularly loved trying to imitate Janet Jackson, Paula Abdul and Madonna.… Continue reading 💃🏾Flashback Friday – I’ll Never Dance Again💃🏾
