national poetry writing month (napowrimo)
you might think a poem is an easy thing just some words on different lines word after word after word some of them rhyme some of the time sometimes ……….there ……………are ……………….long …………………..pauses between them ortheycanbereadallinonebreath a poem is painted thoughts illustrated with letters it can be cryptic; hidden messages about the one that got away who still haunts your heart, or at least your dreams it can be literal, or mean nothing at all but words on paper can heal, ignite, or wound releasing the words from inside your head can be the difference between sleep and worry a poem can…
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in my head
Sometimes you go round and round and round and round spinning over and over in your head but, why? but, why? but, why? and it’s a slippery slope from one step to another to but why…me? why me? but why me? because there are no reasons for randomness. there’s no rhyme to spontanieous events. unless it was your own decision to make a stupid mistake (and oh, how I’ve made some) then you’re stuck suffering the consequence. don’t get sucked into the why-me-trap so they say you’ll never find answers to questions without them but…
My Traditional Ode to Valentine’s Day
He Shoots Again cupid’s arrow has done it again just like a bull’s eye it struck my heart and made me love he made me love someone i can never have oh, cupid is playing darts with his bow and arrow and my heart is the board he shoots and he shoots some more until my heart is sore and he shoots again i hear the laughter again to him it’s just a game there’s pleasure in my pain and he made me love he made me love someone i’ll never have without your help i can do just fine please leave the choice up to me look at all…
i’m not ready yet
It was cold and grey the day the sky came crashing down without warning the sky is falling And I will never forget that sound And you came running And everyone was running And I waited for screams that never came Is it the end of the world? Is this the end of the world? Cause if this is the end of the world, I’m not ready yet Through chilled air there were sirens muted by silence; muffled by fear And I stood frozen in time your hand was in mine Disbelieving everything Is it the end of the world? Is this the…