Nargles

This is awesome, you're awesome and so is everybody else who worked on this!

NaPo this year was a struggle for. Being in my final year of school and getting a job meant that April flew by super quick for me. My favourite poems ...

Well, I didn't finish (wrote 19). I need to get into the habit of writing more regularly, so that when NaPo comes next year I'm not going to be struggling. ...

19 You're rain down the pipes and snow in the gutters, Tangled wires and lost sticky tape. You're the 'ums' and the 'likes' in well crafted sentences. Forgotten pieces of ...

18 Summer: Melting ice and cracked lips. Hot bitumen and reddening feet. Cold showers to rid the sweet from brows. Long days that sweep into long, starry nights. Open roads ...

yeah, I'm way behind I know. I'm also in the habit of not posting poems, so my apologies 17 The spoken word is a language all of it's own, twisting ...

This were all written over the past few days but I can't be bothered putting them into separate posts. 13 You can count the number of scars on my body, ...

Wish there was a "OMG i am incredibly behind and am not going to catch up until may of 2017" because that's what I would change my vote to. I'm ...

Yeah, I know, I'm really behind. 12 We're the band of running children Galloping across the sands, Drawing houses of gold and streets of sunlight. Terracotta churches get overrun by ...

I'm about 7 poems behind, but that's ok. I can catch up, maybe...

10 Wailing and whispering you Softly tread where she Sleeps in sorrow and pain. 11 Poison ivy filters through the Roof growing sunlight.

9 Delicate wings Danced in the haze. Empty wings struck me Weeping; never come Back home. This was my first attempt at blackout poetry, unfortunately I'm unable to upload the ...

8 Bounding the pages of overused tropes feels like a destruction of creativity. You stitch them all up one at a time, handing them to me like a declaration. Moulding ...

7 Clear the dens Dust out the coffins Open the hatches and Release the hounds

6 The sweeping wind has never felt so clear Rattling the chains of tightly bound cages. Omnipresent gods smother the laughter Of angelic children from down below.