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Emotions

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The chills run down my spine.

My forehead clenches to not break focus.

The tears join together and leak out.

My head can’t stop rocking to the melody.

It’s my emotions.

I can’t control them.

For no apparent reason,

yet every reason I know,

my emotions have taken control.

With every note,

every word,

every beat,

my emotions crowd my chest and head,

until they break through my body

and, shamelessly,

greet the world.

It’s just so beautiful,

so powerful.

I can’t help but be mesmerized.

My emotions just want to revel

in the epic scene I’m witnessing.

I can’t blame them,

so I release them.

They cling to every note,

every word,

every beat,

as if each one was dedicated to them.

Oh, my emotions!

The most random sights

will bring them out,

but I can’t stifle them.

No,

I can’t hide them,

so I’ll release them

and let them cling to every note,

every word, every beat.

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A Victim’s Plea

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Please don’t blame him.

Don’t take it out on him.

It wasn’t his fault.

I shouldn’t have said what I said.

I shouldn’t have done what I did.

I deserved it.

He didn’t mean to hurt me.

He would never want to hurt me.

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Please don’t blame him.

I never told him to stop.

I never said it wasn’t right.

I probably provoked him.

I never asked for your help.

It’s best you don’t get involved.

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Don’t talk about it.

Nothing happened.

It wasn’t his fault.

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Enough

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I’m so sick of it all.

I honestly really am.

My patience is wearing thin

and I’d advise you

to stop while you’re ahead.

Your moods shift right on schedule.

Happy, proud, love.

Angry, sad, victim.

I’m sick of it

and I don’t want to deal with it,

so I won’t.

The fastest way to lose sympathy

is to demand it,

while giving none.

You’re perfected that strategy.

I applaud you on your accomplishments,

but, personally,

I’m sick and tired of it all.

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4 More Days…

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There are only four more days left in April, which means there are only four more days left in the National Poetry Writing Month Challenge.  Although I won’t be posting all of my poems that I’ve written in April, I’ve been working hard on my challenge and am on track to getting my 30 poems.  I hope all of you are closer to your writing goals of the month and, hopefully, we’ll all end April with 30 more poems under our belts.  Happy writing!

The Mountain

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As I take another step up,

the weight digs deeper into my shoulders.

I look back

and the base seems so far down.

I can hardly remember

the start of my trek.

I look up

and I see the sun shining brightly.

The icy peak

glistens in the light.

At this point,

the mountainside is so steep.

With each movement,

I have to pierce the rock even harder.

I’m tired

and the height is playing tricks with my mind.

I’m scared to lose my footing

and fall back to the bottom,

but, at the same time,

I can’t stop.

I don’t want to stop.

The grass of the flat plains

is a distant memory to me,

while I can clearly smell

the snowy top of this mountain.

I am too close

to not make it.

There is no way

I won’t make it.

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Live

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Throw your head back

and laugh away.

Forget your cares for now.

Let your feet dance

and your mind roam.

You’ve earned this time to breathe.

Eat what you crave,

do what pleases you,

and surround yourself with love.

The sun won’t shine forever

and the night won’t last eternity.

Who says you can’t enjoy what you want?

Whoever told you that

just doesn’t know how to live.

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