NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Every movement of my mind, every shift of my senses aches. It’s been taken from me every molecule of madness gone. I had more, had something but I let it slip away somehow. The reasons are elusive so I’ll never really know why. r.l.w NaPoWriMo – Day 9

NaPoWriMo – Day 8

I write poetry late at night in broken verse with broken words without any source of light. I write poetry in the middle of the day scribbled on scrap paper because I’ve something to say. I write poetry you’ll never read keeping the worst lines to myself every dark secret …

NaPoWriMo – Day 6

She doesn’t spend the night. I never see her sleep, I see her make love and have sex, drink and drown in wine and wanting but she never spends the night. I never see her sleep. I sleep. I sleep and dream about holding her closely but she will never …