NaPoWriMo Poems

Last day. See you all on the other side.

Winning The Lottery Reminds Me To Breathe

I have blue eyes / and it’s raining today /

and daffodils bloomed in the middle

of my driveway / and they laughed with me / and I said

thank you / and the sky is purple / and the trees

are singing / and I remember where I left

the lost parts of myself / and I remember I’m a tealight

at best in this world / and I’m a thimble at best

in the universe / and my fingerprints are shaped

like birds and the wind moved me

when I stood on the Eiffel Tower / and my favourite

jokes gather in the jar on my desk / and a seagull

told me to have a good day / and I did

have a good day / and my smile reminds me of someone

I haven’t met yet / and I met you / and I’m happy /

and I’m still alive.

What are the chances?

Lucky

Interwine with gratitude,

Better wine ages overtime

Throughout travels,every detail

Come out,unravel how one fail

Can push them to sail on often new

Times to be have,experiences

Are undiscovered until they

Are discover,uncover real

Meaning behind conditioning,

Just having breath,center,spirit

Within world,realize this universe

A city waiting to become

Takeover,perhaps,its time to

End this chapter...Uber stop its

My cue,last day of work starts a

New chapter,waiting,to unveil

Day 30 - InNaPoWriMo

I am sad that today is the last day of our Poetry Month. I loved writing these pieces and to share this amazing journey with you. Thanks Rachel for inspiring and supporting us all!🙂

Lucky

Counting my breaths on my fingers,

I consider myself lucky,

To breath in this light of sunrise,

the warmth flowing in my veins,

Walking down the country road,

I consider myself lucky,

the sky is blue like heart of sapphire,

and I can feel it seep within,

I write poetry in pink sunsets,

I consider myself lucky,

converging the heart with little words,

my fingers acting as conductors,

I see the stars from my roof,

I consider myself lucky,

the night sky wraps me in a cocoon,

and I feel safe in the dark,

Counting my breaths on my fingers,

I consider myself lucky,

to live a life with simple joys,

one day at a time.

Please provide feedback if you can. I keep changing this one and at this point I want to see what you all think before I mess with it more. :)

Time

I am searching for time’s betrayal, when it left my side and lost its direction. Eventually it gave in to its surroundings grass sprouted around it, died and re-born, season after season.

And I reached for peace,

where none was found,

only memories blended

together overlaying

one another.

I could not shift through

them to find the one I needed.

I shook memory after memory

out of my head

until I settled on one.

The day I was wrapped in

a wool blanket

wrapping my hands around a

hand painted mug,

with faded blue snowflakes

gazing at nothing and everything

Content at the life I built

from inside.

I savor this keepsake, holding

it in my arms even though it

is too lost in time.

Not my best work of this month.

However,looking forward to last day of this month.

Thank you to everyone who was involved with NaWriPoMo.

Absolute pleasure,looking forward to continue journey with the Cove.

Last Journey

Three o clock,

Hitting snooze

For the tenth

Millionth time

Waking up

Back to bed,

Prefer stay

Asleep,by

The time phone

Was check,all

Clear,call U

Ber,thinking

Another

Thirty min

Of waiting

Time,after

It went to

Last app screen,

It said....NINE

MINUTES,quick

Hit shower,

Gargle mouth

Wash,got old

Uniform

Went straight to

Work,also

Last days be

Fore a new

Chapter can

Finally

Begin a

New

Day 29. Wrote this the other day and seems to fit today's prompt:

Fortune Cookies

It was 12 degrees with a moderate wind

But still humid enough for a jacket.

I creep out in my torn up trainers

While the neighbourhood sleeps.

I go out to my local takeaway

And treat myself.

He asks me how I'm doing from

behind the counter. I tell him honestly

This is the first time I've been out in weeks.

It's hard for me to get out of bed

And even harder to explain.

He gives me extra fortune cookies

And wishes me well.

On the journey home, I think about

the fortune cookies, and feel hopeful.

Not that I believe in them or anything.

But, at the same time, maybe I really have

a shot at a good ending.

Where the main character doesn't succumb

To 10pm on a cold, empty bus with a hot meal.

I let my food go cold before I eat it

To make it harder to swallow.

To make sure I can still see my ribs

when I stretch the twilight out of my bones.

Once again, I am filled with hope.

I remember my fortune cookies and open them,

prepared for anything.

You need not worry about the future.

I think about what that means.

Maybe I won't lose my home.

Maybe I'll write that book.

Maybe the nightmares will go away.

I might even get a cat and name him Cookie.

The possibilities are endless.

I sink into my pillow a little more as I

open the second cookie.

You will inherit a large sum of money.

All my hope is shotgunned by confusion.

Maybe pieces of paper in red packets

Don't know me as much as I thought.

I am unsure now exactly why I am full

And how much is still stuck in my throat.

Day 29. Let's go.

Anna Lisa, The Sun Is Asking For You

What are the chances that we’d meet?

You with your curly hair and me

with my navy blue glasses.

You’re exactly who I’m looking for,

though I didn’t know

I was looking for anybody.

Your face is the moon of a planet

in a solar system I’ve never heard of before,

flicking in the light of a candle I can’t see.

Your eyes aren’t windows. Instead,

glass bottom boats. Turn off the engines,

let me see all the fish you carry in your heart.

It’s warm and you’re wearing a pale green scarf

which brings out your eyes, though your eyes

aren’t green. Your voice is the bird perched

on the telephone wire, singing to the sunrise.

I drink red wine while I write poetry, you say.

You don’t notice that your hand is holding a pen

that’s not there, writing on a page that’s not there.

The poem is there though I don’t understand.

I don’t need to understand to know

you are love. You don’t know my name.

Your name is the sound of a cloud

moving across the sky.

I know I’m a comma in your life, a footnote at best.

I’m happy with this. Falling asleep on the train with you

at 3AM is my best decision. I wake up

with your scarf around my neck.

Out of the window, two suns light up your eyes.

What are the chances?

Day 29 - InNaPoWriMo

Cold Coffee

I was on a journey,

I didn't know the destination,

nor that I cared to find out either,

I have been on too many travels with exact destinations,

someone's heart, someone's thoughts, someone's needs,

but those were round trips where the departing was always delayed,

So there I saw, huge mountains backdropped my paths,

the snow melted laying bare the black stones,

the winding roads with stretched misty forests on either side,

I saw a rough cliff, a cerulean ocean calling me,

I took a peek downstairs,

the sands lining the edge of its incoming ally,

I climbed down,

and stood at a distance, where waves kissed my feet,

I felt the cold on my palm instead,

I looked down,

the mug of cold coffee,

wrapped in my tired fingers,

the sheets of poems soaking the creeping condensation on the table.

Lost

Thursday night on spring evening

An student who's aspiring

Be a Hollywood sensation,

Invested in situation

He chose,there he was,practicing

In class,another noticing,

Classmate,putting on performance

Unrealized fatal hindrance,

Mistake even,as they both went

To seats,thunder,shockwaves had sent

To him,leaning back and forth all

Sudden,eyes blinking,bridge has fall

Down,unfortunately,he's up

As he saids his line,smile cup

Disguise as confidence,pausing

By acting coach,then realizing

Off card,lethal mistake,he crash

And burn,on that night,the man quit

After class,he rush out,blew it

All perception screw him over,

Oh he knew,ran in the darkness

Chest huffing and puffing,sadness,

Dry eyes looking down,thankfully

Gas station appear,peacefully

Pineapple coconut Gatorade

Emerge,while a haterade

Something gargantuan was lost,

Four years,opportunity cost

Him to sacrifice everything

Eventually,fade to nothing,

Pondering,a non existing

Killer instinct,thriller in him

Has gone extinct,normal average

Civilian,waiting,savage

Scavenger,eat avenger a

Live,now,no mercy,no remorse

Listen,legacy,is a leg

Wait for humanity to beg

Behind person,waste potential

How can one find original

If it's already within them???????

Authenticity a city,

Politicians,won’t condition

To find,presence,more than essence

Also most important of two,

At least,perceive to becoming

Listening to many,many

Many,humans,who aren't helping

Him becoming the man he could,

Have been,sabotage,the actor

So his factor wouldn't be it,

He has reach his true pinnacle,

He has fallen off,evermore

A raven being nevermore,

A rock band being Paramore

A braveheart dies on his Claymore

Furthermore,an actor cannot

Exist anymore...

Day 28. Let's go.

The Mountains Ask Me How My Day Is Going

and I tell them I’m having a good day. I lie down between the mountains which are upturned teacups. Me? I’m tiny teacup. I explain that the spider in my bedroom has finally left me alone. I almost drank enough water today. This isn’t where I’m from. The mountains, I mean. I mean there aren’t any mountains where I’m from and this is the closest I’ve come to finding my favourite place. Last year, my favourite place was Challenger Deep but we don’t talk about last year or how my lungs are grateful that I never had the chance to visit. The mountains tell me I talk too much but my voice is a piccolo. I’ve never heard a piccolo before but I imagine it’s the sound of falling asleep. I’m here and the mountains ask me if I’ve listened to the universe lately. I say the universe doesn’t have time for me. She’s far too busy expanding, planning which suns to create, which asteroids will collide. The mountains don’t have eyes but I hear them roll their eyes. What are you talking about? She does all of that for you.

Last Stranger I Saw

Funny,every customer

I serve is stranger danger

Written all over,never

Seen bazaar over ture shown

A collection growing,showing

Bright example of how glowing

One appears,until they complain

About pricing,and all the pain

Of explaining why its this price,

Oh I get it,always the vice

That apparently what they,they

Desire,towards real service,hey

I just work here,no flipping clue

When we open,can't freaking blue

Sunny sky,turn thunder storm grey

Because,obviously,the rey

Of sunshine, pitiful small talk

Ain't enough for worker who walk

Back and forth,since,this position

Is them laughing at ignition

Going dust to dust,ash to ash

Awaiting a Toyota crash

Almost hitting poor poor worker

So many facets of walker

Just so freaking glad I'm leaving

See is believe,and achieving

Day 28 - InNaPoWriMo

Blessing in disguise

What is it?

Now you are angry with me,

drowning in the waves of lost control,

recoiling with the creeping terror,

Oh I see what I did there,

I learnt to love myself,

finally saw the veil of false love,

masking the face of death,

death of my hopes,

death of the nights where I had pulled myself together,

death of poetry, seeping from my ripe heart, through my trembling hands, onto the sheets,

death of all that I could have been had I been alone,

death of my spirit, which danced around, in the joys of miniscule things,

death of me absorbing the petrichor,

death of me who drank alcohol for fun,

death of me who was afraid to lose people,

death of me,

now I have discarded that edition of me,

and have published every inch of me anew,

I am now alone, instead of being lonely,

all because I lost your love.