Thursday, April 17, 2014

day 17, sensory images

woodsy smoke burns eyes
and nose
its warmth pushing back
on autumn chill
grass between bare toes
sweet and charred mallow 
sticks fast 
gentle laughter
beaming smiles
pervading love
of friends

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

days 11-16, more bang for your buck

It's been a bit of a crazy week what with sickness, homework, work, mom visits, and a super social Sunday. I've been looking at the prompts every day and creating these babies in my head but every day I seem to run out of time to actually sit down at the computer and type them out. So now you get six for the price of one. 
                                                                                                                                                                   

wine and feelings

a heady bouquet of wine
and you
no cloudy cloying
but elegant depth
full and lively
that could mellow
to something rounded
and sweet
but left to its own devices
leaves a bitter 
finish

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replacement

literary reference to time is abundant
time has a rich history
sold in glass bottles
and sealed with cork
time's aroma comes from volatile compounds
individual flavors that may be detected
subtle differences in color, palate, nose, body,
and development
the psychoactive effects of time 
are evident
closely associated with blood
spreading culturally westward
high-quality time improves
with age

                                                                                                                                                                   

kennings

bane of wood sweeps
land to land
sleep of the sword
near at hand
the swan-road dark
with slaughter-dew
the glory of elves
rising
over a new you

                                                                                                                                                                   

questioning

would you laugh or sneer?
would you fail to hear?
would you understand?
would you hold my hand?
would you leave?
would you grieve?
would you stay?
would it cause you dismay?
would it make you thrill?
would you love me still?
no more

                                                                                                                                                                   

terza rima

lights go down
curtains rise
trying not to drown

beautiful lies
torn from the page
imagining I see your eyes

trapped in this cage
missing your face
blinded by wounded rage

no more trace
of your beaming smile
gone to another place

enduring this trial
an ever bleeding heart
that never can heal this while

                                                                                                                                                                   

lies

mired in past and present failure
afraid to step out of the door
trembling legs 
shaking voice 
invisible girl
lowered eyes
somehow unworthy of love
cripplingly shy
one more lie
I taught myself to be

Thursday, April 10, 2014

day 10, the secrets we keep

secret lovers
untold love
unattainable dreams

unsung triumph
battles fought
the strength we have inside

the things we have lost
the bruises we hide
the scars that no one can see

truths
lies
lows
highs
the silence we never can't keep

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

days 8 and 9, rewrites and random songs

the path ahead was always clear
and sure I had always been
and yet as the bend in the road grew near
a feeling arose, that to me was queer
a louder voice that rose above the din

I took the turn with no regret
no one could change my mind
they discouraged and yet
every challenge I met
a better dream to find

how hard I tried
times could be rough
sometimes I lied
about how often I cried
fearing it'd never be enough

the path ahead was always clear
but never had I been so wrong
the person now is ever more dear
independent and strong and free of fear
a heart with a happier song

                                                                                              

when I wanted you more
I was head over feet
I forgave you always
just one more time
when I walked away
the last time
I don't think I truly believed
that I was ever
gonna get over you
but one day you awake
and everything is gone
with a misty vagueness
of glitter in the air

Monday, April 7, 2014

days 5, 6, and 7

my Jamesian "golden shovel"

the word never uttered "their"
no word for the state of relationship
unsure of what their feelings consisted

always searching for the right way in
avoiding the possibility of discussing
the ever hang if
no interest in defining it
grateful that it existed


                                                                                   

clear blue sky
cool spring breeze
possibility shining forth
the monster stirs
from underground
a new face born
from a new hope
found

                                                                                    

pages that smell of dust
dog eared and torn
covers hang loose
a poor man's trash
that leads me to worlds
beyond my own
and teaches lessons
that life alone
cannot




Friday, April 4, 2014

day 4, trying out lunes

silent darkness waits
cold wind whipping through trees
everyone still asleep

hoping for endurance
heart pounding in your ears
breaths come sharp

feet pound pavement
aching joints hide deeper pains
the body throbs

a painful past
replaced by a gained strength
running from sighs

born from sweat
the tears of those lost
bring new life

Thursday, April 3, 2014

NaPoWriMo, third day's a charm

never leave the comfort of your own bed
when making decisions, use your head
speak only when spoken to
behave the way you're told to do
don't take risks, stay at home
obey the rules, never roam
never give but always take
and then your heart can never break