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!
Broken bones and body
Along with a soul
All much too old
For the vessel
That holds them.
F-22
Streamlined like a Boeing
With no engine.
Crawl down to the floor
And lie bare
For men will come growling frighteningly-
One comes carrying fur
For the raid, or a scary sound.
(Once, I dealt hell-
Problems rose anew and growing-
No dreams of diamonds for me).
The duty is mine and mine alone
(With or without you)
I may sing as I run for the harbor.
Many tongues are slammed…
And many of his men owe a dozen
For drinking her foolish.
My home, a martyr.
Many yell for it, many chant
‘Til the festival charade grows
The fairground militia
Will carry attention and law
While guests will fall clutching a cigarette.
If you dream a dream of laughter
With heavy giggles falling from the sky
You will wake from bed soon after
Where peacefully sleeping bodies will lie.
If you dream a dream full of tears
Spilling from your eyes like blood from a wound
You will wake alone with your fears
Forever by yourself, forever doomed.
With my double barreled gun
I rule
Killing as I please
Or deem necessary.
Don’t underestimate
The power that I hold
For soon the streets will run red
With the blood of my foes.
There are many things I’d like to say to you
The fact that I was lying
To your face
For the majority of my life
That I loved you
And hated you
Equally and simultaneously
That I wished you were more
Than the man you thought you were
And would become the man you always dreamed of
And I want to
Be honest with you
For the first time in my life
Tell you that I care
About every hurtful word
You threw my way
And I would
Change the past
To change the future
And make the present right
But I can’t
Because
You’re
Not
Here.
I love you
Like a dog loves a flea-
Nibbling and scratching
Until my skin is barren and red.
I need you
Like a thorn in my foot
Deeper with every step
And increasingly painful.
I want you
Like a hypochondriac with an illness
Obsessing about the next symptom
Until my terminal demise.
I wrote a story
Of a man named Steve
Stuck in the past,
Stuck in love
With a girl named Marie.
He couldn’t save her
For nobody could,
Marie was bold
And Marie did what she would.
Marie fell in with a crowd of sorts
That robbed and killed for “the greater good”
Steve, the cop, said “Darling, please don’t.
You’re better than them.
I need you, don’t go!”
But Marie was in deep
And she was the seductress,
The key.
Steve followed her there,
On the dark musky night
Pulled up in his car
Armed with hat, suit, and gun.
Waited, and waited,
Until he saw someone.
“Sweetest Marie”
He mumbled with a sigh
And opened the door.
But alas, that poor chap,
He was too late to save her.
Marie was grabbed by the thief
With a gun jabbed against her jaw
Steve dropped his morals with his gun
For he couldn’t believe what he saw.
This man, so mad
Was willing to kill her,
But behind him, his leader
Rang out with a clatter
A bullet, a bang,
And shot right through them both.
Marie fell to the ground
On top of the man
Both bleeding, and stammering
Feigning perfect health.
“Marie!” Steve cried
And ran to his lady
Stroking her fair hair
Until the moment she passed.
“Who did this?! You monster!”
Steve shouted
When he saw some suits
Running down the street.
He chased them
And shot a few warning bullets
Until one landed on the back of the biggest suit himself.
He stumbled and fell
As Steve finally caught him
And saw his Sheriff’s face staring back
With his last final breaths
He muttered
“Stop looking, you fool.
This was the plan.
Marie was a distraction,
But she messed up and fell in love.”
Haunted by this mystery,
What was Steve to do?
He would never stop searching
Until he found out the truth.
Marie, my sweet love,
I’m still looking, for you.
“Oh, hello, dear” with a bite
Caught off guard, I slip, I fall
This alligator, such a fright
I brace myself for the oncoming brawl
I think to myself I’ll stand, I’ll fight!
But the trip took it’s toll and I must crawl.
She catches me, my ankle, with her teeth
And envelopes it in a sharp pearl sheath.
Gone are the days of independence
traded for housework
And new life goals
Of creating a family
And earning success.
No more immature debauchery,
Finished with pearls,
Longer hemlines
And modest necklines.
I miss the days
Of reckless fun,
But I’ve moved up
And on
And traded it for self love
And you.