Monthly Archives: November 2016

30 days, 30 poems.  Day 20:  If I could choose a color form myself.  It would be the color gray.  Because I’m in between.  In between life and death;  Childhood and adulthood;  Loneliness and love; Rain and sunshine;  Location and imagination.  Gray  Day 21:  Words carry heavier artillery than war.  Words have more casualties;  AndContinue reading “NaNoWriMo Poetry Challenge: Days 20 and 21! “

30 days, 30 poems!  I like to write sad stories.  What does that say about me?  Probably nothing,  But maybe something.  Sad stories are better,  More true than the happy ones. 

Have ever been some place  Where you can feel  The magic soaking into your bones?  I have.  Every step you take is  In someone else’s.  Yet, you are still indivdual.  Carving your own path over theirs.  It’s not always the one least traveled,  But it’s a path,  You made yourself. 

30 days, 30 poems.  I’m used to being interrupted,  And told, I’m too young to know.  As if my age has any bearing,  On right or wrong.  I’m used to being underestimated.  Being told I’m not strong enough,  That I never will be.  I’m used to being overestimated And taken advantage of.  I’m used toContinue reading “NaNoWriMo Poetry Challenge: Day 17! “

Lost and found, But not safe and sound.  If only I could wrap a blanket  Around my mind.  Cause maybe then  I could feel safe in my own skin. 

30 days, 30 poems!  Time for some catch up haikus!  The church steeples rise,  High and high to the skies.  As if touching God  Tree branches sag down Buried underneath white snow.  Winter is coming. Green grass overgrown Yellow-white dandelions  Springtime is coming. 

30 days, 30 poems.  Sometimes the ones we least expect Are our saviors or destroyers.  The self can’t even be trusted.  Sometimes we betray ourselves the most.

30 days, 30 poems.  Wishful thinking. It’s what makes us,  Believe in love at first sight.  That all poison can be remedied.  But, sometimes I wish,  I could live in this state of ignorance.  To think the world, a happy place.  A place without war,  Without sadness,  And, without lonlieness.  I wish. 

30 days, 30 poems.  I missed a day! So two poems today!  Raindrops on roses,  Evergreen trees drenched in rain Fall is among us.  Thunderstorms cry out,  Lightning cracking through the night Everything stands still.

There have been those– That faced the Devil– And lived to tell the tale.  Some because they are brave.  Others because they are stupid.  But very face the Devil,  Only to walk away,  Having outsmarted him.  But it’s never these we hear about.  It’s the ones who attack With no strategy.  Or those who accidentally Continue reading “NaNoWriMo Poetry Challenge: Day 8! “