Tuesday, April 30, 2013

day 30, final day of NaPoWriMo

waiting
for an answer
tired
of this purgatory
asking
searching
praying
looking
into nothingness
the bend in the road
reveals
monotonous, unending sameness
dead inside
cold-hearted
feeling
only you

Monday, April 29, 2013

day 27-29, no prompts for me

laughter that is canned
a smile that reveals
an emptiness beneath
an outward caricature
of carefree charming
and happiness in nothing
a lie that shows your truth
but only to the one
who loves you from afar


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pavement pounding
blood in your ears 
a friend at your side
lights surrounding
pushing through fears
nowhere left to hide


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lost in a painting
I never could share
encircled by loved ones
but outside the inside
looking on at something 
I never could keep
walking down the path
to answers 
not for me 

Friday, April 26, 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

day 25, boo to ballads

turns in the road
covered in mist
walking forward
unclear of what's next
light peeks through
a densely packed fog
shut out again
by the branches
of a harsh reality

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

day 24, self-portraits

shining red in a sea of white
blue grey clouds
that mist and alight
strength that covers inner pain
love and hope that go to waste
empty hands waiting to hold
another soul left in the cold

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

day 23, triolets do not interest me

minutes tick on
rolling side to side
arms becoming numb
hours begin to slide
unending thoughts
sheep come to no aid
insomnia laughs
while through nightmares you wade

Monday, April 22, 2013

days 20, 21, and 22 sometimes I just don't get around to the internets

day 20 - assigned words

a joy miraculous 
yet ever elusive
a heart has absconded
an ego bruised
a love mercurial 
twice squandered
the ghosts of the past
lost in a bitter wind

day 21 - lines for fortune cookies

your selfless deeds will one day be rewarded
your hard work will succeed in achieving your goals
do not lose hope and happiness will find you
love will come when you least expect it
you will feel better after eating these comforting lies

day 22 - earth day

disappearing in clouds
lost to the fog
so close to the storms
you could almost touch the gods
looking out on water of bluest blue
with peaking waves of green and grey
a haven from the snow and rain
a sanctuary to the smell of spring
where we hide from the sun
and marvel at stars
a cozy nest
a castle in the sky
is haunted with our former selves 

Friday, April 19, 2013

day 19, poetical personal ads

independent
honest
loyal
unrequited lover
looking for
something that was
honest
real
scary
beautiful
and is long
lost

Thursday, April 18, 2013

day 18, same words

when the storms stop pouring down
and the sun shines on my face again
when prayers are answered 
and inner peace is achieved
when strength and hard work are finally enough
and the good things start happening
when the stars and planets finally align
and destiny catches up
when I finally remember how to smile
and hearts begin to mend themselves
I'll find what I've been searching for
but when?

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

day 17, greetings

I respond to your call
treading cautiously
still new to my surroundings
and wary of trust
searching the crowd for something familiar
peering across a busy street
rewarded with that smile
rushing toward your arms
where I imprudently feel safe
melting into those rakish eyes
"hello"

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

day 16, interpretive translations

Is pailmseist mo chorp 
faoi do lámha, 
paipír ársa 
scrollaithe fút, 
ag tnúth le do rian. 
Glanaim mo chraiceann, 
sciúraim siar é 
go pár báiteach 
ionas go bpúchfaidh 
do lámh mar 
dhúch tatuála, 
ag líníocht thar 
línte dofheicthe 
gach fir eile. 

Níl faic ach tusa 
scrábáilte ar mo chorp.


his palms are more clean
than the gods,
paper is
scrolling fast,
and heavy in the rain.
gleaming more crystalline,
silver sure I
am for bathing
in my bareness
the god of sea
takes control,
and listens there
lined defectively
with her eyes.

no face is torn
scrabbling to be clean.

Monday, April 15, 2013

day 15

let direction come to those
who do not know they're lost
answers to those 
who have not begun to seek
peace to those 
who do not recognize their pain
love to those
too afraid to give
faith to those 
who do not believe
happiness to those
rejoicing in their miseries
a hand to those
who think they're better alone
unity to those
who are broken
and sanity to a world
that is choking

Sunday, April 14, 2013

day 14

letting go of another
lost cause
stepping back out
in a blinding new world
tethered to the ones
who protect me from pain
fumbling earnestly
for the next step
of my road

Saturday, April 13, 2013

day 13, walkly observations

the April air smells like spring
and snow
the breeze is warm
the wind cold
sun peaks through clouds
heating outside to in
relief floods through
a war torn soul

Friday, April 12, 2013

day 12, honesty is the best policy

I know all your secrets
even the ones you never tell
I hold them along with my own
in my secret prison cell
I keep them next to
my frozen heart
I keep them silent
I won't fall apart
I knew all the lies
you told for my sake
I no longer believe in love
it's the last part of me I let you take

Thursday, April 11, 2013

day eleven tankas

gloomy, cold, and wet
tired sighs of grief and pain
searching for relief
the inner sunshine still glows
karma will be on my side

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

day 10, an un-love poem

ever faithful
always truthful
comfortable in my place in the world
pursuing passions
compassionate and caring
constantly giving 
never asking for more
making sacrifices
letting go of differences
wanting only love
striving to be my best
and the only thing I ever longed for
I could never work hard enough for
knowing that I was not wrong
acknowledging that you are the lost one
letting go of holding on
killing the last of my love

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

noir for the ninth

grey days
bitter cold wind
the never-stopping downpour 
of rain
the dirty sidewalks
pour the grief of a city
into the trash-filled gutters
that are it's heart

Monday, April 8, 2013

day 8, I'll pass on iambic pentameter

the smell of chocolate wafting on the air
warm breezes rolling off the lake
big band music drifting from the park
sun salutations as it rises in the east
lingering brunch outside in the shade
picnics around a fire 
walks on the beach
twinkling lights on a darkened skyline
bursts of light over the pier
fading into the past

Sunday, April 7, 2013

day 7

I finally found
inner peace
the missing parts
courage
and strength
comfort in knowing
who I am
and what I want

I finally found
my self respect
the way to make it work
and to fix what's broken
an opinion
a voice
but always just a little bit
too late

Saturday, April 6, 2013

day 6, valediction

goodbyes don't come easy
refusing to let go
holding on to scraps of happy memories
trying to forget the bad
acknowledging lies
rage and sorrow
loneliness and denial
resignation
they're never coming back

Friday, April 5, 2013

day 5, trying out a cinquain

the lake 
and the skyline
the jazz that fills the air
remembering the night and that
first kiss

Thursday, April 4, 2013

day 4, Abundance of Onslaught

hope joy expectation
anger leading to 
self-deprecation
depression sorrow
all the while weeping
bargaining praying
feeling too deeply
hating them
loving them
missing them 
fearing them
waking sleeping
nightmares and dreams
headed for the top
before collapsing
under the onslaught

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

day 3, wherein I refuse to attempt to write a sea chanty

quiet dark
waiting for the peace to click
silent shouts to a God
that never seems to hear
but once
searching for answers
you never find
but know
sending out love to the ones
you've lost
but love on
sinking into the peace 
of forgiveness
but never forgetting
and
click

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

day two, trying out the prompt

free from anguish
ready to move on
conquering my demons
comfortable alone
over missing you
over your rejection
finding someone new
to fill the need for affection
no more pain
no more sorrow
happy at last
things I am
not

Monday, April 1, 2013

Day 1, I may be a little rusty at this

scars long since faded 
of urges that remain
under the skin
trails of red
covered in ink
to stave off pain