Lost
beat
broken down
and I rise again.
A mountain
is unmovable.
- - -
Day late. My weekend was havoc in the form of work. Sunday came and I felt completely drained.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Poem VIII - Ventriloquist.
Ventriloquist;
Mouth agape
words shoved in--
his lips
never make a ripple.
Anything he wants,
and I'll say it for him.
Hands
so tightly coiled
around my brain
my body
my spirit
is diminished,
and made false.
Mouth agape
words shoved in--
his lips
never make a ripple.
Anything he wants,
and I'll say it for him.
Hands
so tightly coiled
around my brain
my body
my spirit
is diminished,
and made false.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Poem VII - A Day of Empty.
Today
my mind
is a blank slate.
All that's on
the back burner
are parasitic worries
that I wish I didn't have.
I want everything
for you
and nothing
for myself.
- - -
Somedays my brain just takes a hike. A hike that takes it far away across the mountains, across the plains, across the sea sometimes. Wednesday I felt so detached from everyone-- present in body, not really in spirit or in mind. I do this purposely sometimes when I'm worried or stressed about things.
/
my mind
is a blank slate.
All that's on
the back burner
are parasitic worries
that I wish I didn't have.
I want everything
for you
and nothing
for myself.
- - -
Somedays my brain just takes a hike. A hike that takes it far away across the mountains, across the plains, across the sea sometimes. Wednesday I felt so detached from everyone-- present in body, not really in spirit or in mind. I do this purposely sometimes when I'm worried or stressed about things.
/
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Poem VI - Spring Puddle.
Pools
of reflections--
trees and sky
beneath my feet.
Serenity
disturbed
by rhythmic steps.
Ripples spread
far as I can see.
- - -
There are lots of puddles around here lately, with all the good weather we've been having. It's kind of nice to see that the spring hasn't abandoned us Canadians just yet. Although with all the spring melt comes leaks. And our house is prone to them. A lot of the carpet in the basement (where my room happens to be) is drenched with cold snow water coming from the gutters. It's no fun to step in a wet spot and feel chills dash through your toes. Thankfully, the carpet in my room seems unharmed.
So far, NaPoWriMo is going awesome for me. Script Frenzy, not so much. I was doing fine until school started up again, and now I find myself with studying and homework to keep up with. Ah well. the good thing is we're still early into the month, and whatever I get done is certainly better than nothing.
of reflections--
trees and sky
beneath my feet.
Serenity
disturbed
by rhythmic steps.
Ripples spread
far as I can see.
- - -
There are lots of puddles around here lately, with all the good weather we've been having. It's kind of nice to see that the spring hasn't abandoned us Canadians just yet. Although with all the spring melt comes leaks. And our house is prone to them. A lot of the carpet in the basement (where my room happens to be) is drenched with cold snow water coming from the gutters. It's no fun to step in a wet spot and feel chills dash through your toes. Thankfully, the carpet in my room seems unharmed.
So far, NaPoWriMo is going awesome for me. Script Frenzy, not so much. I was doing fine until school started up again, and now I find myself with studying and homework to keep up with. Ah well. the good thing is we're still early into the month, and whatever I get done is certainly better than nothing.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Poem V - A Cave.
What brings you here,
down into this
cold dank cave?
Crawling
on hands and knees,
cold mud
squished between fingers,
white cotten dress
soiled and caked.
It just gets
darker
and darker
from here.
down into this
cold dank cave?
Crawling
on hands and knees,
cold mud
squished between fingers,
white cotten dress
soiled and caked.
It just gets
darker
and darker
from here.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Poem IV - Sweet Wonderings.
Late at night
I'm always left
wondering
what tommorrow
will bring,
If you'll still be there,
blue eyes dark hair,
to grace me with
callous humor
and embrace me--
warm lips
wrapped around mine.
I'm always left
wondering
what tommorrow
will bring,
If you'll still be there,
blue eyes dark hair,
to grace me with
callous humor
and embrace me--
warm lips
wrapped around mine.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Poem III - A Sunny Highway Tends To Be Sluggish.
I watch
languid traffic
move down
a sluggish highway
as I wait
for a lazy
taxi cab.
languid traffic
move down
a sluggish highway
as I wait
for a lazy
taxi cab.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Poem II - New Words.
New words
sometimes come slowly--
they have to brew,
steep,
like a good cup
of green tea.
Then,
you breath in the aroma
of those new words
and wonder why
they took so long
to fester.
sometimes come slowly--
they have to brew,
steep,
like a good cup
of green tea.
Then,
you breath in the aroma
of those new words
and wonder why
they took so long
to fester.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Poem I - Insomnia.
Some obscure time
in the morning,
I lay away awake.
And I stare
at a ceiling
shrouded in shadow.
Thinking,
I know,
it's too late
to be thinking.
But it's also
too late
to drift to sleep.
- - -
The first poem of NaPoWriMo. :) I was so excited I couldn't lay in bed until morning, so I had to get up and just write something.
I'm going to do Script Frenzy as well this year, so I might post little blurbs for that as well. I've already decided that Johnny Depp would play the main character of this screen play. His face and tormented soul act (Secret Window, go see it!) was just perfect for the character I have in mind.
in the morning,
I lay away awake.
And I stare
at a ceiling
shrouded in shadow.
Thinking,
I know,
it's too late
to be thinking.
But it's also
too late
to drift to sleep.
- - -
The first poem of NaPoWriMo. :) I was so excited I couldn't lay in bed until morning, so I had to get up and just write something.
I'm going to do Script Frenzy as well this year, so I might post little blurbs for that as well. I've already decided that Johnny Depp would play the main character of this screen play. His face and tormented soul act (Secret Window, go see it!) was just perfect for the character I have in mind.
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