call the angels; this means war

I'm excited for April! And I'm ready to unleash some inner-things that can only be expressed through poetry.



Previous Napos:

Spoiler

2015 shattered glass
2016 the notorious brain-freezers COMPLETE
2017 Daylight is for people who don't know how to use flashlights
2018 a study in scream 3.0 COMPLETE

Poem Index

1. Cycles
2. safety in numbers
3. spring
4. Tired
5. Basement
6. a relationship with hearts
7. bye bye nana house
8. I'm afraid of the dark
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Cycles

1/30

the ticking comforts me, though I'm no friend of time
he steals hours from me
second by second
entrancing me in an eternal cycle
of night and day, night and day
making everything feel like a memory
and before I know it
I'm sitting in an empty room
flipping through photographs
slightly familiar.
I only know they're mine
for the fingerprints on the lens

but
the ticking comforts me
it reminds me I'm here
I still have time
before the days blur
before I'm left behind by time

Hey Holy, I really want to see more specifics in your poem today. Get down to names and specific events and ideas rather than abstract. Right now this poem could be said by just about anyone, aside from maybe someone who was an alien without fingers, or someone without any male interaction whatsoever, and with no camera that has a lense... but all phones have lenses so, yeah, everyone could say this poem. The more specific you can get, the better it will be in most cases. It makes it more unique.

I love the language you're using, the repetition and the development of the idea, I just want it to be uniquely your speaker.

@Holysocks, what's your next poem idea? [I'm just getting you to your thread quickly through notifications so you post a poem XD]

(Lol thanks @Aley! I've just been procrastinating... and the poetry is just not happening easily today! This poem feels kinda long-winded but oh weeeeell)

safety in numbers

2/30

last October you told me
it's okay to trade my impending doom
for your carefree charm.
we agreed that there's safety in numbers
so we adopted my sister's fiance
and even he thinks we're over worked.

And then I'd shatter each and every morning.
while you tried to hold me together
introducing me to h3h3, whose videos were so absurd
I'd briefly have an out-of-body experience
before you'd hug me and tell me I'd have a wonderful day
not to worry

And then until 2:30 or 7:00 pm I'd promise myself it was my last day, as my coworkers wondered why my eyes were swollen and my papers were damp.

so desperate for help that I'd find myself enveloped in a stranger's embrace, who'd walk me through my cleaning routine again, never quite understanding
never quite listening.

home at last, and I'd collapse before I could see you. but the next morning, we'd trade 'i love yous' again, after the sobbing and panic. and I'd feel ok for the split second that I was in your arms.
and I could breath

Yes Please! This is great HolySocks! Lots of emotion, specific enough to feel very much like an individual rather than a collective, good use of grammar and everything. I love this one.

3/30

I was wearing a a second-hand cold
and you were wearing your favourite personality: daylight.
I wanted to confess that I was being too clingy
but you only pulled me closer
taking a moment to press a daisy between my eyes

I think this poem is really cute and I love "second-hand cold" because there are so many interpretations of that. Either the speaker is sick, they are feeling cold, or they are emotionally distant. All of those interpretations may be relevant to this too, which makes it even more enjoyable because of the different options.

Thanks Aley! Fun fact about that one... I was writing it right before my bf got off work, and I wanted to save it so that I could work on it on my phone later. And I remembered the white thing and decided to try that- I didn't think everyone would figure it out quite so fast xP

Tired

4/30

tired.
people ask me why I fall asleep in buses and airplanes
in waiting rooms.
I'm not sure why other people fall asleep,
but I do when I'm tired.
when the wind scraps the inside ears
and my arms ich the sideways glances
a conversation that I'm not supposed to hear
wants to be my friend
and I never say no to new friends.
but then I can't feel my face
and nobody knows why I'm screaming
until I tell them I'm tired. just tired.
And I wonder why they're not collapsing too

I really want more backstory to your fourth poem. I like it, and it has me curious but it doesn't feel long enough

5/30

grandma doesn't know
you live in her basement.
but my sister tells me you must be there from
forever ago
trapped in the memories
the pavement.
you make me look twice behind me
to make sure I'm not being followed.
but you never go upstairs
you loom in the ping-pong room
watching anyone that goes by.
you don't hurt us
you don't try to scare us
I think you're just curious of who's coming into your home
you just want to be left alone.
and now that grandma is moving
I wonder if the new owners will know

6/30

'can you perform CPR on yourself?'
is a surprisingly common question
and most don't remember the answer,
when they're unconscious.

VSD stands for
"someone took a cherry-pitter to your heart before you were born"
and I'll never forget explaining to my boy-cousin
the reason I didn't like going to the doctor,
was because they made me take my shirt off
and I was a girl

it's hard to explain to people
that you need to break ribs
if you want to save a heart
in cardiac arrest

7/30

I won't be back,
will I?
the realisation that I've already said goodbye
without saying goodbye
makes my heart gag.
and I remember that I grew up there
ate frozen blueberries on grandma's bed
with purple fingers and eyes glued to the telly.
where we sat around the kitchen table
listening to stories about relatives that I've still
never met.

and then I wonder how grandma must feel-
she lived there longer than I've lived. period.
saying so-long to a home
that's kept you safe since forever
has got to be one of the worst feelings

and then I wonder how the house feels
cold and empty
fabricating reasons why everyone's left
haven't I been a good house?
it must ask
and we'll say yes
and I hope it can hear us
and I hope it remembers us

So long for now, and best wishes with your new family <3