NaPoWriMo – Day 26

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 …

NaPoWriMo – Day 25

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 …

NaPoWriMo – Day 24

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 …

NaPoWriMo – Day 23

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 …

NaPoWriMo – Day 21

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 …

NaPoWriMo – Day 20

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 …

NaPoWriMo – Day 19

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 …

NaPoWriMo – Day 18

The dead trees are still beautiful in the sunshine, what is torn down and burnt away still bright with energy as new growth is nurtured so far from the urban sprawl I was so used to, the cloying of cars and crowds like a second skin one you barely you …

NaPoWriMo – Day 17

Struggling a bit to always find words day after day after day. There are none. Not now, not before. Just platitude and politeness over and over. I always lie. It’s not that there’s never anything to say just no one to hear words worth saying. Just what needs hiding, papering …