Haunted minds
and a revolving door
inside and out
to smoke
And in this smog
we birthed
A song
That couldn’t be heard
and this is our pain
all lines blurred
no one to listen to us go
no one to see our scream
as we fall
Into another nightmares dream
writing
Cycle of water NaPoWriMo poem 23
Beneath the cover of a tree
finding sanctuary
Watching the world pass by me
A blanket of rain pouring down
A reminder of the cycle of clouds
Birds will tell you NaPoWriMo poem 22
The birds will tell you
when someone or something
is around the corner
If only you’d listen.
Owl light NaPoWriMo poem poem 20
Owl light paints shadow
the blackbird sings his days last song
The last lights raucous tongues
clicking, chirping and squawking
‘come along, come along!’
rousing one another to their roosts
Knowing that the night is an animal
the wolfs eye lit in the sky
creeping up through the bustling throngs
Carpenters in a crumbling house NaPoWriMo poem 18
An apocalypse reflected on our faces.
Beads of sweat dripping down
Or are they tears we haven’t wept
Yet?
We glow like cigarettes
being smoked down to the last
Sharpening our bayonets
Fighting for remnants of the past
An orange glow
Lit us up
No time to turn on back.
We are carpenters in a crumbling house.
For full transparency the title and last line is inspired by a reply to a post on Quora
Darkness NaPoWriMo poem 17
These feelings can’t be contained
in a sustained note
Or a melody you wrote
The music doesn’t filter them
like they were meant to
Like you say, maybe I hold on too tight
to this darkness inside.
People say that darkness is good
Because you can see light
but I guess I must be blind.
I’m always trying to empty
this hollow space of expanded nothing
But it’s like it goes too deep
and has become the roots within
I’m constantly deflated
while this depression bloats
Armageddon NaPoWriMo 16
The tank might be full
It doesn’t mean we should drive
Where would we go
When we’re all out of seconds
Armageddon
This arms race will forget us
In the blink of a butterfly
In the wings of time gone by
An apocalypse of hearts
Our falling house of cards
We will light up
And remember the laughs
and the nights we cried
And we will forget
this was the night we died
Slow NaPoWriMo poem 15
Slow down the haste
I’m falling in outta space
With infinite thoughts
Bring me back down to earth
Everything hurts
I’m going out of my mind
All the stars are watching
I want to take a drive
Around the corner
Too much too fast
Full throttle, no breaks
Take my turmoil
And take me out
Of this rat race
I was always outpaced
Cant keep up
When you never wanted to anyway
My hands in the dirt
Anchor me to the earth
All this pain
growing seeds of doubt
And the wind spreads it
on open fields
Where all the darkest secrets
Are kept
Slow down the haste
Slow down the pace
Slow down the haste
Slow me to the moment
Slow me down
to this moment
Anchor my feet to the ground
Slow down my….
haste………
Angst NaPoWriMo 14
We anchor ourselves to illusions
Desperately hanging on to ideals
A battle between lofty dreams
And the abyss we’re forced to stare into
If we just breathe
And stop beating these primal urges
down into our anguish
maybe we’d be spared
The bloodbath
Awaiting us on the other side
of this Armageddon
If we could look upon the dirt
we try to abandon
With admiration
Maybe we could be held afloat
Instead of drowning
And
we could deaden this angst
That disables us
Time is a gun NaPoWriMo poem 13
Time is a gun
Every step
a reverberation
Every word
ricochets
Every breath
a continuation
One flutter
another direction
One snap of a branch
another recollection
Every death
a transformation
