Composed 4/5/17
Description: Start from the bottom and work your way up up. For NaPoWriMo.
April
Composed 4/4/17
Description: Ah, yes, thanks to school and social distractions I am off to a GREAT start with NaPoWriMo… Three days behind. But it will be remedied! To start… yes, I wrote a poem about the giraffe. (My friends made me?)
Over
Composed 4/1/17
Description: Hey, blog! Remember me? Yes, I have returned from my slacking with the masses for NaPoWriMo. Okay, it’s not really been slacking. It’s more like the last semester of grad school (and, okay, a recent obsession with a certain MMO). But I DO want to keep writing! And the poetry actually came pretty easily once I sat down and thought for a few minutes. So here we go, the thrilling conclusion to my latest string of sappy, romantic poetry.
I’m
Over you
I overestimated
Apparently not apparent
Adoration
I’m
Absolutely confused
But over
Over you
Taken
Composed 2/14/17
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Expectation.
The word lands like a natural disaster
I knew it was coming
Felt it in the earth beneath my feet
But I’m still thrown about
Hit in the heart with debris
I try to hide the hidden
Paper in my pocket
At night take it out
Read the pencil
Name faded soft on the outside
But I don’t rip it to pieces
It’s time to forget I know
And I numb my mind with
Friends and laughs and games
I feel better
I know better
And yet the night sends stories
To my dreams
And yet still I plot and scheme for
Every day I’m afraid you’ll meet
My expectations
But you’re already taken
You
Composed 2/7/17
Description: n/a
It’s not that I desire just
Any figure by my side
Or just any hand or any pair of eyes
But absolutely, specifically
The person that is you
The smile that you give
And the quips that just you do
But most of all I just wish
To look in your specific eyes
Hold your specific hand as
We stand there side by side
And press my lips to you
Lovingly
Paralyzed
Composed 1/31/17
Description: A common thought these last few weeks.
So smooth in my head
So paralyzed in real life
I might as well be dead
Effervescence
Composed 1/31/17
Description: n/a
I don’t want to feel this
I wish I could give it away
It would be better than being crushed
By the pity in your eyes
It would be so easy
But I’m strangled by
The possibility of missed opportunity
So despite
Shrinking in your presence
And gagging on my worry
I must swallow my pride
I have to try
Or I’ll implode from these thoughts
Building up inside
Not So Simple
Composed 1/28/17
Description: A theme I’ve been trying to capture the last couple of days. Given a boost by today’s daily prompt: automatic. Let me know what you think!
You and I have this syncopated dance
Back and forth both
Bold and uncertain and
Automatic
But the dance is a code that I cannot break
This would be easy if words were spoken
But we hide in intelligent quips and
Clever connotations
Our words circle and spin
Which makes my elation
Hesitant and foreboding
I try
And fail
To see through your eyes for
Truly mine are too shy
How I envy those whose hearts
Pour out through their lips without pause
All they have to do is say yes or no but
We dance around while I yearn for a single phrase
Isn’t this supposed to be
Simple?
Differences
Composed 1/24/17
Description: This is legit coffee-shop poetry, folks. Inspired by life and today’s prompt: devastation.
I had never felt such devastation
Than when your interest was happily overtaken
When your eyes and your words were strangers
I had never felt such elevation
Than when you sought me out and
Cleared out a space for me
Simply
I am baffled by your chosen preoccupations
How one day is so unlike the next
The Unknowns
Composed 1/19/17
Description: Probably the symptom of an overworked brain.
To love the unknown is a scary thing
As it so much more easily consumes and bleeds
Your heart dry after you create and repeat
Fantasies that have no basis in reality
When essential details are unknown but
Interest is still peeked and cannot be shut down for
Perhaps the unknown is pleasing?
It’s the uncertainty that both unnerves and attracts
And I don’t know whether to flirt or fight back
I’m stuck and drowning in mystery and
Too shy to ask and learn what I need
For fear that my dreams will have been wasted
And crushed and fear that I’ve dived in too much
You see
I’d rather whisper conspiracies and
Overhear evidence that quietly denies
So I might suffer in silence with no one the wiser…
But will I run out of time before I learn actuality
And finally set my restless thoughts
Free?
