I should hold a speech?

This day was crazy. I am absolutely exhausted – in a positive way! 

I got up before 04:30 and got dressed to go to my job at the customer care. We have been having a lot on our plate lately but I love the vibe in my team and how we always stick together and cooperate. Then I got a message from my crew from STIR UP where I work as the community manager. 

We had a group of 13 people coming to see our space during their first meeting in regards to the project Small Town European Debates Network. I was the only one who could’ve been there but the problem was I had no way to get from my job to Zabok in an hour. One of the guys who owns the place said he will pick me up in front of my apartment and that we will hurry to Zabok. 

I got off work and ran to catch my tram back to the apartment. And the, I fuck you not, the power went out. All of the traffic lights went out and the trams stopped because they are electric trams. I could not believe what the hell was happening right when I need to get home as fast as possible. I tried to get a cab but the traffic was just jammed. No one was going anywhere. Then the electricity came back on and the trams started working again but I was still late.  

Just as I was approaching my apartment I got a message from Goran that he was waiting for me. I literally ran through my apartment, picked up a bunch of stuff, threw them to the suitcase and ran out. Needless to say that I came home with a bunch of crap and had to go to the store to buy some basic stuff such as a toothbrush and a facewash.  

I was doing my makeup in the car and trust me that it’s really fun applying mascara in a speeding car. We came on time, prepared everything and I was told that I just need to let the people in to see the space and everything. 

There weren’t 13 of them, there were 20. They didn’t come to just watch. The lady approached me and asked me would I like to hold my speech after they take some pics and see the coworking space? A SPEECH? I came completely unprepared; God bless the writer in me. I improvised a speech like a boss. Not to blow my own horn, but I was killing it! Just when I thought I was done and that they had no clue I was unprepared they wanted to have a Q&A. I hate people asking me questions when I am unprepared. Again, the writer in me was giving all types of answers based on facts I did not have. It was crazy and they loved it. I was so pleased to see they were interested in STIR UP and that they actually enjoyed being there, talking to me. They also took a bunch of pictures. 

I came home after working for more than 12 hours. I am comfortable in my bed, writing to you guys and I just feel exhausted in a good way. I am finally finding fulfilment in a job I do, both of them actually, and I feel like I am not wasting time. It is very hard because I sacrificed a great part of my social life in order to achieve success in my work life but I do no regret it. I would loveto go out and have fun, but I just don’t find it crucial to my life anymore. Anywaaaaaaays, now that I suffocated you with this short story, it’s time for me to keep on working because tomorrow we have two workshops in STIR UP and an author is coming to promote her book and I am in charge tomorrow. Expect another post like this in 24 hours. I love you all very much! 

Sending love and positive vibes, 

Luna 

Poem #256

I’m not the one to wear my heart
on my sleeve but with a few lies you bought me.
With one look you tore down my guards.
I was so helpless and paralyzed every time we touched.

You were like my drug and I sold myself
out to desperation just to have you one more night.
I’ll pretend that you’re genuine and that
your words aren’t here to get my hands around your neck.

I’ll lie and say you’ll be here the next day but
we both now after tonight you’ll go your own way.
My pride and my brain are getting crushed on
this park bench while I pretend this isn’t another
one night deal. I’ll just pretend that every kiss
means something.

Actually it does, it means you’re getting
what you want. You always had your way
with me, always knew how to get me into
your arms. Self control is unknown when you’re around.

I know I’m fighting a losing battle but
don’t stop. Keep me in this ecstasy and
I’ll care about my feelings some other time.
After everything I don’t expect you to stick around.

I’ll feed this crave for you and then I’ll starve
until some other time when you show up.
As always I’ll give us a shot because my stupid
mind thinks you’ll fall in love.

Tell me again how you’ll do everything for
me and then walk away like I’m nothing.
Tell me another sweet lie and leave me with
sore lips, bruised heart and bruised neck before dawn.

Poem #255

Put the windows down
let the night air pierce my lungs.
On this highway I want to get lost tonight.
I don’t want to be found.

Why would I want to be found
in a world that tells nothing but lies?
Sells empty promises, fills out heads with
ideas about prosperity when outside
the window we see people dying on the street.

When will it end, when will we have peace?
When will we stop and think: What the fuck
have we done here?

I hear voices in my head, they keep
telling me to stop. Who am I to become
somebody, to make myself worth being alive?
It’s like everywhere I turn it’s a dead end street, so
I’ll just get lost on this highway within me.

 

P.S. This was actually one of the first works on my blog under the name Lost on the highway but I just thought it would be nice to repost it for you guys. 

Beautiful Adventure

From here I wish a quick departure
to visit a people alive with culture

I want to venture to a foreign land
be free to escape the daily demand

A bucket list item for many a year
want to scratch an itch so severe

Blue skies and white beaches beckon me
where lovers and bronze bodies are free

A history rich with art, poetry, and technology
where sophistication spawned prodigy

A magical destination calls my name
oh, Greece, you’re my aim

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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To Bristol Town!

Busy, busy, busy bus:
can you handle all of us?
Filling upstairs; filling down…
Can you take us all to town?

P’rhaps we won’t stop anymore,
now there’s no space – seat or floor.
‘Less someone wants to alight…
through crowds they’ll have to slip or fight!

Now we’re trav’ling pretty fast!
Not far left this journey hast.
Traffic, traffic: sud’nly gone!
To bottleneck elsewhere you’re borne.

Busy, busy, busy bus:
can you handle all of us?
Filled’s the upstairs; filled’s the down…
Now, take us on to Bristol town! 

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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Poem #254

A million years in the same place and
now I’m packing up my suitcase. I’m leaving
for the world even if the journey is only in my
head. Let me run, let me fly, let me swim but just
don’t let these four walls crush my spirit.

The same wall I’ve been staring at for years
started to speak to me. He said that, even though
I’ve painted it, the writings beneath are still
telling the story of the girl with many dreams.
He’s telling me to get my feet moving because
my life will pass and I will just be staring at it.
He’s telling me to get out of this town before
my heart dies and I get left with nothing to pour
into these lines.

A million years in the same place and
now I’m packing up my suitcase. I’m leaving
for the world even if the journey is only in my
head. Let me run, let me fly, let me swim but just
don’t let these four walls crush my spirit.
I have so much more to see, I have so much life
within and I don’t want to be chained to this city.
I’d rather spend the night on the concrete under the
big lights than in the cold hug of my walls.

These walls are telling a story about a girl that wanted
it all but only ended up on the floor every time the
liquor would get her father spinning out of control.
Lately she’s been tilting at windmills and her exhausted
body hit the ground. She’s just staring at the walls now,
not even trying to make a move to brake the chains that
are holding her down. Her enemies are in her head, her mind
is tightening the noose around her neck. Who is she? Just
look in the mirror, she’ll be there.

 

You

You loved me.. You hurt me.. you chose me..and then you didn’t.

Hi! Cadlynne Dovel here, hopeless romantics. Withering relationship, mother of one and animal lover beyond what words can express.

Blog: https://n0tyetforgotten.wordpress.com/

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