Day 242

Get Out

These demons must be expelled.
They have destroyed enough.
The fabric they sought to tear
Has been shredded.
The walls they came to destroy
Are piles of rubble.

Day 241

House Music All Night Long

In a small dark bedroom
We played.
The beat was
Intoxicating
Uplifting
Enticing.
It drew us in.
The magic of the bass line
Vibrating our very existence.
We jammed
We sang
We beat
We danced
We laughed
We created
A moment that
Will never
Can never
Be repeated.

Day 240

She looks at the world
With the eyes of a child.
Perpetually curious.
Could she possible be
That fascinated
That enamored
That surprised
That confused
By things
She must have seen
A thousand times before?

Day 239.

Many Are The Days

The waves crash down
Slamming against the shore
Destroying the ground beneath
Evolving into a slow caress
Protecting the rocky sands beneath
Pulling back with verocity
Dragging the remains of
Millions of sea life
In its wake
Rejoining the ocean
Only to begin anew.

Day 238

This didn't quite turn out the way I envisioned it when I first set out to write it. I think I like it, anyhow.  I'm curious. What do you think it's about?


Dionysus brought the wine
Then stood in the corner.
He only said hello
When spoken to.
Dionysus brought the band
Then sat on the couch.
He only moved
When he had to.
Dionysus brought the food
Then stayed in the bedroom.
He only ate
When his sugars dropped.

Day 237

April's Diary

Locked away with a rusted clasp
Are the pages of her life
Forgotten long ago
In the back of a drawer
Among collections of pens,
Paperclips, locks and recipts
The pages that were
Life or death
Once upon a time
Now yellowed and faded
Sitting alone
Silent
A ghost of the life
She once lived.

Day 236

The Woman

Where the mountains meet the sea
There lives a woman
Far away from prying eyes
Unshackled from moral cages.

She has lived there for ages
And can't remember a time
When she knew another
Or another knew her.

Where the land meets the sky
There lives a woman
Held down only by gravity
Elated by the wind.

She smiles at the mountains
And cries with the sea.
She grows with the land
And expands with the sky.

Day 235

I don't have anything to say.
Distractions pull me away.

Day 234

A short and (hopefully) sweet one.


Drink me in.
I wil l intoxicate you.

Day 233

Dormant

And it will reveal itself
In the darkest spots
Where the urges are ignored
Where the spiders make their webs
In the shadowy crevices.

And it will thrive
In the dank recesses
Where the light can not reach
Where the mold blooms
In the abandoned corners.

And it will settle in
In the cozy nooks
Where the rotted stumps are
Where the flowers once lived
In the forgotten rooms.

And it will gnaw.
And it will seep.
And it will grow.
And it will wait.

Day 232

Today was one of those days when I just simply did not have a moment. Maybe I need to start stock piling poems on the other days when I do have moments.  :)



Time rolls on no matter what you do
Moving forward and on
With or without you.

Day 231

Although this is a short, seemingly simple one, it took quite some time to construct. Sometimes, they flow. Sometimes, I have to pull.


Beyond the cracked door
Hides the truth.
        {mystery
        {confusion

        {wisdom
        {fear

Day 230

I lost my smile
Somewhere along the way
It disappeared.
I'm almost sure
I felt it slither
Across my cheek
And down my throat.
It tickled my back
As it jumped
From my shoulder
And ran grinning
Out of sight.

Day 229

Crimson orbs peer through
Slits of black kohl.
Salty streaks part her makeup,
A mudslide of mascara and eyeliner.

Day 228

The sky settled down for the night
Dragging a paint brush in its hand
Leaving blankets of red orange and purple.

Day 227

The Panic Smothered Me

I couldn't breathe.
Gasping for air
At the deepest depths of the darkest ocean
An entire planet's gravitational pull weighing on my chest.

I couldn't think.
Mining for clarity
In the center of a maze where the only exit
Is obstructed by a thousands dead ends intertwined in a drunken web,

Day 226

Shudder

My hands shook.
I could not get a grip on the razor.
pick it up
drop it
pick it up again
just hold it
hold it still
just long enough
just long
damn it
pick it up
pick it up
pick
it
up
you can do this
I can do this
this
this
of all things
why the hell is this so hard
why can't I just do this
pick it up
pick
it
up
now hold it steady
steady.
My hands shook
with a million tremors.
The more I tried to
still them
the more they fought back.
It was a battle I could not win.

Day 225

Expansion

Her feelings had been spared for the last time
She knew this to be true
Her ego would be bruised, broken, destroyed
She knew it had to happen

She stepped forward into the line
Her insides shaking
She listened to the words they said
Her insecurities fighting to be heard

Her mind raced with the thougths of things to come
She felt a ghost of confidence
Her desire to spread her wings grew
She would no longer hide.

Day 224

Expressions

You reach out through your music.
That's the only way you can speak.
You reach out through your dance.
That's the only thing that stills you.
You reach out through your words.
That's the only way to silence the chatter.
You reach out through your humor.
That's the only way they'll take you seriously.

Day 223

Darkness

There is a place so dark
I can not bare to look.
Its blackness so solid
it crushes your soul.
Its depth so vast
there is no bottom.
Its breadth so wide
you can not reach its walls.
Once gazed upon
it can not be unseen.
Once touched upon
it can not be unfelt.
Once entered into
it can not be left.

There is a thing so dark
I can not let it see me.
Its eyes so sharp
daggers break your skin.
Its grasp so strong
you are paralyzed.
Its breath so foul
you can not breathe.
Once heard
it can not be quiet.
Once in motion
it can not be stilled.
Once fed
it can not be sated.

It will collect your
soul through your heart
and leave an empty shell
of what you once were
cowering in the corner

in darkness.

Day 222

A sad event happened today. Robin Williams committed suicide. My mind immediately went crazy with a variety of thoughts and ideas for today's poem. After all the backs and forths of which way to take this, this is where I landed. I've written many pieces on suicide from the point of view of the survivor. I don't believe I've ever attempted anything from the person who died. This is an attempt at that.


Desperation

Scratching on the wall
but no one hears
all you get is splinters under your nails
Knocking on the door
but no one answers
all you get is bruised knuckles
Screaming from the mountain
but no one listens
all you get is a sore throat.

Day 221

This may become more. I'm not sure. I like the simple visual and the idea that you (the reader) can decide for yourself what it is she is discarding.


She said goodbye
Before she knew what it meant.
It had never been real before.
She threw it away
Before she knew what it meant.
It had never had any value before.

Day 220

Perfect summer day
Ends with a perfect full moon
Stunning universe.

Day 219

The focus isn't so easy today.
Too many distractions pulling me away.
Such is the battle I fight every day,
To keep my mind from going astray.

Day 218

Wanderlust

You are never satisfied with monotony
                                      with the daily grind
                                      with sameness
You desire more from life
                           from people
                           from love
You long to run
                to leave
                to start over
                to find that inner peace 
                            that perpetually eludes you
                            that's just out of reach
                            that teases you with pleasures you need to experience
                                                     with love you think you never had
                                                     with understanding of the darkest parts of you

Day 217

And we're up to date!

The Bathtub

I stood naked in the bathtub,
Watching you through the window.
Something you did caught my attention,
So I looked toward you.
You were only trimming the branches,
But you were so focused
Like you were splitting atoms.
I loved you even more.

I stood naked in the bathtub
With the blinds open and the curtains pulled back,
Not caring who would see me.
All I cared about was you.
You turned toward the window,
But did not see me
As if I were invisible.
I longed for you to love me.

Day 216

Swirls of air
Spin and dance
Around the fire.
Fireflies of ashes
Flicker on their
Flourishes.

Day 215

Memories

Think think
Think think
Dig deep
Deeper
Focus
Think think
Think think
Reach through the wall
Feel around
Touch it
Grab it
Take it in your hand
Think think
Think think
Feel its weight
It is heavy with emotion
It will want to break free
It does not want to be known
Think think
Think think
Pull it toward you
Look at it
Examine it
Study it
Don't let it go
It will evaporate the moment you do
Think think
Think think
Make it yours
Like it once was.

Day 214

You will always be there for me.
You will always love me.
You will always support me.
You will begin to pull away.
You will begin to rebel.
You will begin to hurt me.

Day 213

Dear feet,
Run for me,
And I will feed you.
Work for me,
And I will wash you.
Support me,
And I will rub you.
Carry me
Where I need to go,
And I will love you.

Day 212

And Day 212

A home is more than a house
Or a collection of studs and siding and screws and nails
It's comfort.
It's work.
It's love.
It's pain.
It's accomplishment.
It's money.
It's peace of mind.

Day 211

Here's the one, I wrote on Day 211.

Roots run deeper
Than can be pulled
Stretching out beneath
The rocky and dusty earth.

Day 210

This is the actual poem that I wrote on Day 210, affectionately known as, "The Day The Computer Died".

My computer crapped the bed.
It's been trouble, but it's pretty much dead.
I'll try to fix it as soon as I can,
But my poems will be short
As I type with my finger.
(oh, and they'll suck, too.)

Day 210 (sort of)

On day 210, my computer died. I did continue writing, but I was unable to even log on to the blog to enter them, so I posted them directly to Facebook. At this time, I've started using an iPad. My intention is to copy & paste everything from Facebook, but I can't seem to do that at this time. :(

As soon as I am back to normal, I will post everything and make myself current.