-Written in Sand-
Our love is not
written in sand.
Washed away by the
ever changing tide.
With no sense of
permanence.
Our love is like the
ocean.
Vast and boundless
and full of great
depth.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 6
-I Can See The Future-
Staring at my future
Head on
A guessing game
That I won
I know what's coming
But not when or where or how
But that what is enough
To appease my swirling mind
Staring at my future
Head on
A guessing game
That I won
I know what's coming
But not when or where or how
But that what is enough
To appease my swirling mind
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 5
-You're Turning Violet, Violet!-
I'm so full
But so empty
Like I'm trying to fill in
The carved out chunks of myself.
The craters that the anxiety leaves
Filled in with bad habits
And pressure
And more anxiety
Stop me before I become like Violet;
The giant blueberry girl inside of me
Is just waiting to inflate.
In hopes that someone will take pity and deflate me.
All that will be left is a blue tinge
And some filled in holes.
I'm so full
But so empty
Like I'm trying to fill in
The carved out chunks of myself.
The craters that the anxiety leaves
Filled in with bad habits
And pressure
And more anxiety
Stop me before I become like Violet;
The giant blueberry girl inside of me
Is just waiting to inflate.
In hopes that someone will take pity and deflate me.
All that will be left is a blue tinge
And some filled in holes.
Monday, April 4, 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 4
-Tonight and Forever-
I can barely keep my eyes open
Can't see
Or think
Or even smell straight
My brain is in a fog
Of love
With you
Tonight
And forever
I can barely keep my eyes open
Can't see
Or think
Or even smell straight
My brain is in a fog
Of love
With you
Tonight
And forever
Sunday, April 3, 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 3
-Sins of Creativity-
If imitation
Is the sincerest form of
Flattery
Then is plagiarism really a sin?
On days when I am lacking
My own creativity
I just want to find
Someone else's words
That describe the mess that is my head
And claim them
As my own.
Stealing is the sincerest sin of creativity.
If imitation
Is the sincerest form of
Flattery
Then is plagiarism really a sin?
On days when I am lacking
My own creativity
I just want to find
Someone else's words
That describe the mess that is my head
And claim them
As my own.
Stealing is the sincerest sin of creativity.
Saturday, April 2, 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 2
-I Couldn't Get Back To Sleep-
Laying in bed
Thoughts of you
Ebbing and flowing
Like waves on the shores of my mind.
Without your soft breathing
And warm body
Beside me
I can't set sail to dreams silent shores.
Laying in bed
Thoughts of you
Ebbing and flowing
Like waves on the shores of my mind.
Without your soft breathing
And warm body
Beside me
I can't set sail to dreams silent shores.
Friday, April 1, 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 1
-Change-
Wishing
And hoping
And praying to a god I'm not even sure exists
For some change in my position.
Wanting them to call
And congratulate me
And secretly fearing that if they do
It will all be a cruel joke.
Change. Change. Change.
Never enough change.
I've worked too hard for this
Yet there is never change in myself
Only ever in my circumstance.
Wishing
And hoping
And praying to a god I'm not even sure exists
For some change in my position.
Wanting them to call
And congratulate me
And secretly fearing that if they do
It will all be a cruel joke.
Change. Change. Change.
Never enough change.
I've worked too hard for this
Yet there is never change in myself
Only ever in my circumstance.
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