Work in Progress

Vivid white paper

Stands out against dark lines

Waiting to be written upon.

Words may come

Words may be erased

But thoughts are never ending.

This time,

Write in pen

To immortalize your intentions.

Take action to show improvement-

As all living things

Are a work in progress.

Getting Help

I want to tell you

How I’m feeling

But don’t want dependence

To weigh you down.

 

I want you to see

That I’m hurting.

It should be obvious

Without words.

 

I want to know

Why nobody is around

When I’m hurting the most

But I don’t want an audience

For my tears.

 

I want to be heard

But can’t help

Soldiering on in silence.

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Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.


I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

On the Inside

A white Victorian dollhouse

Sits on the playroom floor

Untouched.


The children run around outside

Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing

If only they weren’t

Unsupervised.


Inside the dollhouse

The parents are cold and

Unwelcoming.


They have grown out of love

From constant fighting

Lying

Cheating, and being

Untrustworthy.


After many years

The dollhouse is falling apart.

The roof is collapsing

The support beams are cracking

Termites have destroyed the foundation.

And all the while,

The kids are playing outside

Unaware.

Cleopatra

She swings and she sways

To the trill of the piano,

With a facade of blonde hair

And the red lips of a vixen

To hide the fear held in her eyes

Of the terminal illness

Dancing in her veins

From dusk ’til dawn.

A Generous Offer

A generous offer- but for who?

Is it for me, or is it for you?

“I’m sorry, I cannot go” should suffice

But what shall I saw when you ask me thrice?

You see, though we live side by side

You and I do not walk the same stride

I walk to my own self-satisfied beat

While you walk as you suck on your cult-like hive-minded teat

As you tell me why you’re right and I’m wrong

But it seems like you were wrong all along

Because you are not the rule-maker, decider or king

For maybe if you were, it might mean something

But since you’re not, when you speak, it is quiet

I don’t hear a thing, but keep talking- it’s a riot

To think that you’ll never truly know

What’s up above you or even down below

For there’s no room for your high-horse where I’m sure you’d like to be

And I’m sorry we won’t be in the same place for you to see

That the only “right” way is the one that’s truly your own

But maybe when I’m in Heaven, I’ll throw you a bone.

Pain

Self inflicted punishments

Punishing a wounded soul.

 

Soulfully devoting kindness

Kindly protecting others

Otherwise left forgotten and alone…

 

Alone in abandonment…

 

Abandoned, with long forgotten hope,

Hopelessly she falls

Falling toward an invisible self.

 

 

Ode to Paper

Lines provided to me

On sheet white skin

To inscribe words upon.

 

Let me dispose my

Thoughts at my will.

Let me scribble, scratch

Or possible erase them;

But you may keep

The ones you like.

 

I hope my pen

Is as kind to

You as you are

To my general well-being.

 

You deserve a life

Of decent words passionately

Filling your body with

Their grace. But do

Not let them possess

You or overcome you.

 

For your beauty and

Potential are of one

That deserves to be

Shared with the world.

Successfully Green

It drives you

Moving upward

And onward

Fueling your energy

With enlightening ideas

On greatness

As you grow

And grow

Until the day

Your high spirits are so large

You can’t fit in your wallet

And you move onward

And outward.

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt for day 28