First up, the update. I’m not actively writing poetry. No real reason, only the odd poem here and there has been forthcoming and I’m working on a couple of other things like freelance writing, finding a new day-job and working on a story I’m going to read at an event …
So I’ve fallen behind with National Poetry Writing Month. The first week went very well, but over the course of the last week, I’ve only written three poems. I’m not overly worried, while the aim is to write thirty poems in thirty days, in the past year I’ve found that …
National Poetry Writing Month started in 2003 inspired by NaNoWriMo. I’ve done both, won NaNoWriMo once though I don’t participate much anymore. I do participate in both NaPoWriMo every April and OctPoWriMo (October Poetry Writing Month) every year too. I am a poet at heart and have been writing poetry …
It’s not quite what I expected, the way she responds to me pushes me away and tells me that I am not for her. And I turn away and let her go but not without trying to reach out with my heartbreak. She doesn’t respond to it pressing forward or …
The proper words cannot compare with the proper emotions I must convey hidden behind the best smiles and nervous shakes I try to explain everything. I don’t have those emotions but still have the words carry them around to remind me all is not empty when all comes undone. I …
I keep them all locked up broken bits of myself and the only things that keep me together are the lies I’ve told to keep the secrets to myself. I will never say a word. Carrying it swirling around my shoulders cracked features and blurred eyesight years of secrets I …
We twist ourselves into other beings that aren’t true out of a need to be within a circle of influence we can’t contain or control. Foolish as we are. It’s pressure from the inside and out we are who we need to be not who we are. Shame as that …
I wrap words around me to protect and deflect from the worst of my fears. I am nothing without them even broken syllables offer me something to hide behind. I twist myself into them deeper into letters and vowels because I can’t handle flesh and blood breathing and the hearts …
Hours become wreckage seconds become ash at her touch as she walks through the darkest past and the brightest future. It all comes undone, one year can go by in a heartbeat or she can stretch a second out for infinity Whenever she wants is broken into pieces, I’ve seen …
Desperation coils deep within me pressing up and out I am trying, trying to hold on to it but it pushes harder pushes back. I want. Want. Desperate and wanting I pressed harder but am overwhelmed and it presses harder at my eyes as tears rush and want is nothing …
