Midnight thoughts
Intrude on seductive sleep
And push it away,
Pulling my mind
Into a late night tango
Of past moments and parallels.
This exhausting dance,
My body moving to the tempo,
Keeps moving to the music
Until my legs can’t keep up.
These thoughts,
These nights,
These unforgettable moments
Make for mental messes
To be ignored- an insomniac’s gift-
Until the next late night
Where my mind won’t stop dancing
To the beats of the past.
Let’s reminisce
About the days
When we were old enough
To know better
But young enough
Not to care.
When we spent
Our hard earned money
On temporary satisfaction
Gone as soon
As they’d been obtained.
Liquid courage
To get us through
The days to come-
And the only things
We have to show
For our mistakes
Are the friendships
That made us stronger
And the lessons
We’ll never forget.
A metamorphosis
Shedding skin
Beauty
And youthful wonder
To gain something more mature.
It’s not abandoning the old
But keeping it in a memory box
Pulling out the past
To renew
Become anew.
In the end, there’s just
Me
Allow yourself to see it from my view:
Love is something you lose yourself in
Regret is when you realize, too late that
Everything has changed
And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.
Dreams are haunting your waking hours with
Yearning, but nothing can be changed.
Go on, move forward. There’s
Only so much more that can be done when
Never means forever and
Everything we had is lost.
I bid adieu
To the friend I once knew
With a swift “Adios!”
And a glamorous toast.
I’ll wave and say “ciao”
Without knowing how
To say our final goodbye
Without a good cry.
So let’s make this fast
Held with memories that last
And say our concluding farewell
Before my eyes begin to swell.
An ink scarred hand
Clutching my throat
With the slightest pressure
Causing my windpipes
To be silent
As the image of you
On top of me
Pinning me down
And leaving me without oxygen
Is forever engraved
In the deepest and most sacred
Cavities of my brain.
It is cold
Dreary damp and dark
Nothing to keep me company
But the absence of
Your smiles as a tickle touches your sides
Brought from unexpected fingers
Your eyes as they stare deeply into mine
Telling each other secrets of their own
Your hand grasping mine
A lifeline holding me next to you
Grounded in our world
Your laugh as it sings melodies into the air
A tune I would often long to hear
You. Only a memory
That I can’t hold on to
Beyond this journey
From life to… The unexpected.
You’re alive while I’m here.
You are lost to me
But I”ll be here
Waiting for you to join me.
Greet you with
All the joys we once shared.
You will find me
And we will
Never be lost again.
Canvas
Freshly stretched
And never used
That smells of paper
Feels like silk
And tastes like new beginnings
Until you pick up your brush.
Inspiration moves you
Stroke by stroke
As you create a masterpiece
Day by day
Until passion dwindles-
Then you’ll wait
Until it strikes
And you’ll overcome.
The end result
Will be a painting
Of insurmountable beauty
Created by the still life moments
That you captured in your mind
Heart and brush
Forever preserved in paint
For all to see and admire.
http://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt for day 27.
An owl
Flies upwind
To catch the elusive
Ocean on it’s strong wings
Where nothing but a ghost
Of salt from the waves will remain.
Day 20 of NaPoWriMo. I fell a little bit behind this weekend, but I’m going to continue with the challenge because I enjoy the prompts. I made it 19 consecutive days in NaPoWriMo!
Cherubic smiles
Pinched pink blossomed cheeks
With springy hair
Amateur limbs
And inhibitions.
Slanted smiles
Red rushed rosy faces
While taming tangles
With experienced limbs
And imaginary invincibility.
Frowning
Gray
Lifeless
Flaccid
And Deteriorating.
Faces fading
Along with memories
Until nothing precedes you
And your soul succumbs.