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.