My Tablet Recommended the Words (NaPoWriMo #9)

I am so I am going on

the new year of the way

Put the other day to be

able to see you through my name

And then you locked up

the ways of the other day

and then we have a bit

of this message in the new York city

and I am going to be able to see you

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Creativity (NAPoWriMo #8)

I remember when teachers tried

to define creative

“Creativity is painting abstractions”

“It’s putting yourself into something”

No

Creativity is waking up in the morning

and being able to function.

Creativity is your routine that you hate.

Creativity is everything you do.

That’s because creativity is defined

as “Use of imagination or original ideas”

No one has ever thought the way you have

You are always creative

You are always creating

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Cold (NaPoWriMo #7)

It’s becoming increasingly difficult

to care about much of everything.

Not because of lethargy

or some inexplicable lack of motivation

but because of lack of care

I get back from society.

I’d love to walk peacefully through a city

and see warm colors

in the passersby

but the color palette

consists of blues and grays

and I don’t know if my skin is thick enough

to comfort me in this frozen world.

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Puppets (NaPoWriMo #6)

There’s a haunting romance

in the way that time has such a hold on us.

Time draws lines in our skin

and erases them away

in the years after passing.

Time leaves you wanting more

or wishing things would pass.

Time is what gets us out of bed

and realize we’ve stayed up too late again.

We are puppets in a claustrophobic stage

Longing for someone to cut the strings.

But it’s apparent that the passing of time itself

With no room left for leisure

Is the catalyst for those urges.

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Cliche (NaPoWriMo #5)

Every time I turn on the radio

It seems like another sensation

singing about their heart.

Bruised, broken, in love, what have you

it always comes back

to a muscle in the chest.

I could be a cynic

but loving someone

from the bottom of your heart

is a bit cliche.

I’d rather look someone in the eyes

and tell them their touch

pleases every nerve in my body

that their presence sends warmth

from my skeletal frame

outward to the surface of my skin.

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Instruction Manual (NaPoWriMo #4)

I wish someone had told me sooner

that love was deeper than settling

that life was grander than existing

that success was more than winning

I played a game

assuming the rules 

rather than reading

I wondered why I fell behind

I was angry that I wasn’t in first

I was depressed that I was left.

Now I’ve taken the time to listen

learning the rules

I learned that there are no rules

and in assuming there were I fell behind

focusing on what never was.

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DMT (NaPoWriMo #3)

After 3 hits

I was shattered

I felt my pieces fly away from my core

I was nothingness

giggling like a schoolchild

for 8 minutes.

About 9 minutes in

my pieces came back

rearranged

I felt a new body

a new mind

a new spirit

It was 2 o’clock

early morning

and the weight I never knew I had

never came back down

with the rest of me.

The world is a beautiful place

I am in control

I embody love

I think healthily

After 3 hits

I was fixed

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