NaPoWriMo Day 30

Final day. Final poem. I can't think of a title at the moment and my head hurts too much to keep trying.  Enjoy.


The cool porcelain cradles my body,
knees pulled tight to my chest
and nails digging into my arms.
The hot water provides protection,
keeps the demons away and hides my tears.

If I stay here,
maybe these feelings will get washed away..

If I just stay here,
maybe the world will go away.

NaPoWriMo Day 29

I woke up next to someone special this morning and after a year, it is still one of the most awesome feelings in the world. I felt good and it was inspiring which is where this poem came from.

Good Morning

Your body lays stretched out,
arms above your head with the sunlight
bursting through the windows.
And I watch your breaths, rise
then fall. I want to curl against you.
Lay my head on your chest and listen
to the sound of your heart beating.
It’s the lullaby that makes me feel safe.
Your arms wrap around my body
and I am home.

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Glowing Red

I set fire to the world and watched it burn.
The flames act without prejudice,
engulfing it all. The good, the bad,
the ugly and the beautiful.
Each crack and pop, every roar
of the blaze is a line in the song.
Make the pain sing
and rise from the ashes anew.

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Daydream

There is no acid on your fingertips
and no poison on your lips.
The distance is what hurts,
the sudden darkness in your eyes.
Words left unspoken, trapped by fear.
A perfect vision in my head:
you in my arms, resting easy.
A dream snuffed by reality.
And I wonder, do you see it too?

NaPoWriMo Day 26

While You Sleep

Waking in the middle of the night,
the light in the corner illuminates shadows.
I lay staring at them as they move slightly.
Stalking me, waiting for my eyes to close
so they can shake me awake again.
And you seem to sleep so soundly.
Your body slightly curled, holding everything in.
Heart protected and thoughts locked up.
My arm reaches out to hold you but freezes.
Drawing it back to my own body,
I go back to watching the shadows
and trying to keep them from touching us.

NaPoWriMo Day 25

Wishes

Reaching for lost breaths
and missing hearts. Digging
through midnight’s sky for escaped dreams.
The glowing time is my North star,
leading me into the darkness
and empty night. Steering me away from home.
Away from what I need and into broken



space.
Haunted by whispers and temptations.
My hands are extended, reaching
for something that keeps slipping between
and drifts even further.
You.

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Riding the Metro

Screaming into a speeding train,
the passengers are escaping with my yells.
Unknowingly, they ride along with the exhausted pain,
talking about one night stands, local sports teams
and workplace drama.

To them, I am just another color in the blur.
But I stand alone, separate from everything
trying to expel the excess.
The overflow of voices in my head
catch a ride on the metro.

NaPoWriMo Day 23

Midnight

Dancing in the past across the cobblestone.
Street lights twinkle and reflect in fountains.
The cool night kisses softly.
But she too will leave and break hearts.

NaPoWriMo Day 21

In Ruin

I want to destroy something beautiful.
Burn it and let the ashes drift away,
fall to the ground like snow.
Each piece is unique, unlike any other.
Delicate with blackened edges,
ready to fall apart at the slightest touch.

NaPoWriMo Day 20

Confession

You weren’t what I expected
but you might’ve been what I needed.
A simple kiss in the rain caught me
off guard and intoxicated my soul.
Under your spell, bewitched
by your dimples every time you smile.
My fingers feel at home on your body.
And I’m homesick when I see the distance
in your eyes.

NaPoWriMo Day 19

Haunted

Curled in a ball to keep my heart
from beating out of my chest.
To keep the darkness from swallowing it.

Still, my subconscious is invaded.
The demons creep and torture me.
Waking in a sweat, staring into nothing
wishing for an easier sleep.

NaPoWriMo Day 18

A Bookshop Love Affair

There was a fat white cat asleep in the corner.
Her snoring in tune with the slow, easy
sounds of blues filling the air.
I saw you staring hard at the rows of books.
Your hair fell across your shoulder,
fingers sliding along the spine
of Hemingway, Kafka, skipping Meyer, back on O’Connor, and Thompson.
Your hand gripped the side of the shelf
and your eyes fluttered shut.
I stood there watching as you inhaled deep.
The breath hanging in your chest,
holding the bookstore’s aroma inside.
A smile crept across your face,
lips stretched out pressing dimples into your cheeks.
Opening your eyes, you looked right at me:
“The smell of books on wooden shelves is intoxicating.”
Standing, paralyzed by your directness,
I just nodded. You glided over to me
then took my hand in yours.
And in the fiction section began our own story.

NaPoWriMo Day 17

Dreaming a Reality

“When I wake up, I have to remember all over again that my dreams are not real and that reality is not a dream.” - Cecelia Ahern

Running in the woods, the smell of wet bark
smacks me in the face and sticks to my skin.
The moon lurks between bare branches,
mocking me from afar.
My footsteps fall heavy,
pressing deeper into the earth.
Searching, desperately seeking
an exit door.
Anything out of this nightmare.
The stars catch my wrists.
A trap. Captured, paralyzed
and wide-eyed waiting for you.
Shake me, take me
from this place.

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Dorian

Staring at the waves breaking,
beautiful and calm crashing down.
The salty air kisses her skin
and stings the cuts.
Sand is cool and wet, thick
between her toes.
Alone with the reflection of the moon,
crystalline stars float on the water.
Her name meant “from the sea”
and she was ready to go home.

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Day 15, the halfway point. To commemorate, a crappy poem about being in the middle.

Purgatory

Halfway between coming
and going.
Floating in a pocket of the unknown.
The past weighs down heavily
and the future thrusts upwards.
Crushed between two extremes.
Love and hate.
Will and fear.
Mania and depression.
Each day is caught
in between.

NaPoWriMo Day 14

From the Start

Her story is told in the lies
she spills from her poisoned red lips.
Every movement is carefully planned,
choreographed for tragedy.
Disconnected


from the start
with a smile that says otherwise.
The moon is crimson at midnight,
a silent omen watching.
“I love you,”
but I’m already gone.

NaPoWriMo Day 13

Love is Deadly

I made the mistake of falling in love.
She was broken and beautiful.
Maybe I could fix her.  Or maybe
she could fix me.
But then I saw the devil
in her eyes through the smoke
coming off the barrel of her gun.

NaPoWriMo Day 12

Gone Away

I stare into my cup of tea, searching
for answers in the swirls of milk
and honey. My head gets lost,
drifting into different worlds.

A slow descent into madness,
it comes on fast and doesn’t let go.
A waking nightmare of voices
and visions. Sleep comes
without rest. The darkness is invaded.
Loaded with my haunted subconscious,
I feel misplaced
and hopeless.

NaPoWriMo Day 11

Here's today's poem:

Nightmares in a Dark Alley

The blades of the fan spin.
Gusts of air reach around my neck,
choking me like his five fingers.
The silence presses on me,
crushing me. My brain tries to move
my body but it lays paralyzed.
If I don’t move, if I lay under the blankets,
I can’t be hurt. No one can touch me.
But the silence, it is not calm.
The fan is loud, echoing in my ears.
Drafts encircling me, I can feel his breath
on my exposed skin. If I close
my eyes, his just glare at me in the darkness.
Gleaming with devilish desire.
I cannot escape him
until I am dead.

NaPoWriMo Day 10

Almost gave up on this again today.  But I didn't.

Searching for the Words

I sat down to write you a letter,
to tell you how I feel.
And I started to write it ten
different times.
The furthest I got was the greeting,
To my love,
You make me feel like I’m home.
Then my mind breaks.

I don’t know what to say after that.
Every word I pull and weave
with the next gets torn apart.
Nothing feels like it makes sense
and all I want is for you to understand.
To see how much I love you. And believe me.

I stayed awake for days, held prisoner
by my thoughts. And desperation
to get free.

To my love,
You make me feel like I’m home,
a home that isn’t completely broken.
The stars don’t feel so far away
and the night doesn’t feel so dark.
Your imperfections are beautiful.
There is no other way to say it except:
I love you.
Kisses always,
me