Never Gonna Say

These are the things
That I'll never ever tell.
Never to all the "yous" and "hims" and "hers"
Because they aren't for always

I like you
I listen to you
I look at you
I know you

I want you
I need you
I would stay with you
I would be true to you

I am the one who cares
I can be the one who shelters you
I can calm the storm
I will carry you

I forgive you
I can't hate you
I hate you
I love you

Poetry In My Head

Every movement
Every touch and taste and smell
Is waiting to be magicked

Transfigured into words
That dance and flow across a stanza
Into a poem

Yet here I sit-
Waiting for a page to load
So that I can write down the poetry waiting

In
My
Head

I Write..

I write what I know
What I feel
What I see
What I hear, touch, taste, sense-
And only that

I write of love-
When I feel love
I write of heartbreak-
When I feel heartbreak
I write of pain and sorrow and rejection-
When that is what I am given

When I feel nothing-
I don't stop writing
Because to write of nothing
Is to write of everything.

In The Shower

As the water pours down
Over my head
Down my shoulders
Across my back
To my feet

I reach my arms
Above my head
And run my purple painted
Finger nails
Through my hair

I sigh and wonder
How I got to this point,
How I'll change it
And if I'll ever grow up
And stop worrying
About how my life will be

Not So Different

Just because
We've grown older
And wiser
And taller

Doesn't mean that we
Can't still talk
And love
And laugh
And be one

We used to be
So close together
In spirits
And minds
And hearts

But maybe you've
Just grown faster
And further
And taller
And stronger

And I haven't

NaPoWriMo Day 30

-Time Keeps Speeding Up-

Tick, Tock,
Tock, Tick
The seconds are racing
With the minutes
Who are racing with
The hours
Who are racing with
The days, The weeks,
The months, The years.

A month used to seem
So, So long.
But now a year,
Seems like a second
And 4 years
Seems like 4 weeks.

Soon, this will all be over,
We'll all be gone
And the months
Will go on changing
Every 28-31 days
And we will grow
And continue to grow

But I'd like to leave
A bit of myself behind
With you, to remember
That I was a poet
A quote or
An entire poem
That you'll re-read
Or show someone
Or keep tucked in your pocket or desk drawer
For a rainy day

Or maybe to read to
Someone young
And impressionable
So that they'll know
That they can do it too
That this challenging month
Is what showed me the beauty
Of words

I hope that time slows down
But if it doesn't,
I leave you with this:
Inspire others,
Force yourself to write,
Even when you don't feel inspired,
Because that's when the best things come

NaPoWriMo Day 29

-Metaphors?-

Stalled
Broken down
In the middle,
Not the side,
Of a dangerous road
Waiting,
For someone
To come save me

Perhaps this is a metaphor
For my life
In it's current place
But surely,
It'll take more than
A new ignition switch
To start my life back up,
Permanently