Give Me Your Words

Composed 4/26/16
Description: Often I wish my friends had real blogs, not just social media accounts. Social media can be informative, but what do they really tell you about someone? Social media platforms have very specific structures and formats that must be adhered to. You must have a Facebook timeline, your tweet has to be 140 characters or less. While that often can inspire creativity, I am always ravenously curious about what someone would do if they were given a blank webpage and told to “go for it!” Yes, this probably stems from the curious, extremely nosey part of me – the part that wants to know everyone’s inner life, the part of me that wants to read their journals so to speak… But another part of me just wants me to see what people would do, how they talk to themselves, what they’re like…

For Day 24 of NaPoWriMo.

We’re so used to little blurbs
an update pic or joke
superficial snippets tiny
holes into your day
but I lack what I crave most
depth into your mind the
way you speak your sentences
that creativity tendency to be so
uniquely you
I want to hear your rants opinions
I want to throw you into unknown situations
and let you run free with a keyboard
with so many outlets I have so little insight
into your mind
would you be so kind
share that guilty pleasure the
random synapse strings that cross and flow
and emote
I feel that to really know you I need you to
give me your words

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Do you listen?

Composed 4/25/16
Description: For Day 23 of NaPoWriMo and for today’s Daily Prompt: Whisper.

Do you listen to the whispers of the world?
They speak to you
when the wind whistles and goosebumps
prickle up and down your skin
when the dark closes in
when you feel the sin of sweet on your lips and
the churning inside that settles like sand
Do you listen?
The world is telling you
that spirits ride just behind you that
evil lurks in your corner
and God hovers in certain places when
the view seems sharper and
you smile just because
Do you listen?
It’s not being subtle
we forget we were born psychic
with good and evil within
they tell us to ignore sensation bare perception
but the whispers of the world are what tell us the truth
So listen
let it guide you

Life is like

Composed 4/25/16
Description: Don’t worry. I’m going to keep chugging out these until I have one for every day of April! Here’s one for Day 22.

Most picture life like a movie
Bright vibrant scenes and distinct flashbacks
Every stitch visible and later accessible
To in-depth inspection and speculation
You might say
She’s an open book
Like you could open her up and read
A history scene by scene
But life is rarely so pristine

Life is more like a poem
A blur obscured by emotion
Colored by the hue of one moment
Each other a metaphor viewed through hammered glass
We glance though make interpretations
Memories fade but
It’s the interpretations that last

Reaper

Composed 4/23/16
Description: Trying to keep up with NaPoWriMo! Here’s one for Day 21. Inspired by this picture.

a woman in walking in the rain down a street
by BaxiaArt

She walked between the raindrops
A whisper in the night
She hummed along with cricket songs
And danced between the lights
Of fireflies and alleyways
Footprints splashed without a sound
She hovered between each universe
A hologram you could not pin down
Despite the dark that hung on her
Her smile brought a light
And it was just when it brightened that
She’d take a human life

Sensitivity

Composed 4/19/16
Description: For Day 19 of NaPoWriMo. Sometimes you struggle for inspiration and then you just look in the mirror…

They say a cold touch
Means your heart is on fire
But what does it mean when
My skin alights at the faintest touch?
A fingerprint will leave a mark
The leaning edge of a countertop a knife
Pressing scars along my arms

Pressing matters do not alarm me
A slap would rarely enrage
Does my skin overcompensate?
Hint to what lies beneath its rapid color
A blush, a semblance of pain
Where inside all is pale and even
Perhaps it’s too tame so my skin must
Flame so I seem
Human

Sunshine Dream

Composed 4/18/16
Description: For Day 17 of NaPoWriMo. Obviously… I’m not yet used to warm weather.

I woke up today to a blinding dream
Even the grass sings sunshine songs
The air is light and pale and fresh
As the outside breathes into the room
My skin feels new as if
Pleasure has just caressed my cheeks
People chatter and birds softly sing
A drowsy, pure reality
I’m numb with the glee, indeed
This must be a dream

Change

Composed 4/16/16
Description: For Day 16 of NaPoWriMo. A kyrielle (mostly). 

We look at change with timid eyes
A mountain rising in the sky
However what we fail to see
Is change is made of tiny things

Brand new routines in small amounts
Can change your life by leaps and bounds
A small new habit in a week
Shows change is made of tiny things

A splash of water on your face
A freshly clean and tidy space
Now shower voices loudly sing
This change is made of tiny things

Don’t let the mountain pass on by
The current path is smooth you find
Even small steps can feel so sweet
For change is made of tiny things