Nargle's NapoWrimo corner

1/30

Shouting, screaming, yelping,
Blood, guts, death...
The butcher shouts 'number 29'
'Yep, that's me' comes the reply,
'3 pork ribs and 10 sausages.'
Frenzy excites the businessman,
Red stains keeps the wife up late.

Spoiler

A but weird but I've got to start somewhere

2/30

I write not for glory,
pleasure nor love.
I don't put ink to paper
for the chance to live
more lives than just one.
My mind does not construct
lines for the sake of beauty.
I write for the lonely,
the helpless
and the sad.
I write for the stars,
and the hope that they will
Listen...

Frenzy excites the businessman,
Red stains keeps the wife up late.

What? Oh my god. So weird. You could interpret this in so many different ways, this poem. I love it. I'd have liked to see something physical to ground me, but it was still effective.

Wow, thanks. This poem was really rushed and quick so the fact that you like it means a lot to me. Thanks!

Agreed 100%-o with Hannah. That poem really hits the imaginative inducing nerve of mine.

#2 has a charm. C:

More! More!

3/30

The bombs are going up,
Leaving only smoke.
The guns are going off,
Nobody's left to hear them.
The forests are all dying,
And the earth is ripped to shreds.
Screams, from the young and old,
Set of nothing but annoyance.

4/30

My mummy use to smile and say 'I love you'.
My daddy used to hug and tuck me in at night.
My brother would poke me and pull my hair.
My sister and I played barbies all the time.

My mum would hug me when I scrapped me knees.
My dad asked 'are you alright' and plastered me tight.
My brother would tease, saying I smelt like pee.
My sister and I whispered secrets in the night.

She asks 'how was school', I reply 'all right'.
He says I need to get out more and not cry.
He calls me fat and ugly, I slap him and say 'go die'.
She never whispers her secrets to me in the night.

And I never whisper mine.

It's insane how much I love this thread. ♥

Aww thanks I'll try posting more.

5/30


Watching the streetlights fade to grey,
Symbolising the death of humanity one day.
Whispering trees or the slow rebirth of life?
A rushing river conveys a fast paced nature.
Wilting red roses or love not long gone?

6/30

If tomorrow never comes I'll be your best friend,
If tomorrow never comes I'll stay by your side.
If tomorrow never shows I'll die safe in your arms.

For tomorrow is the day in which time fades to dust,
Tomorrow is a life where childhood dies and gets wiped
from my innocent mind.
Tomorrow is a day that comes to often but not often enough.
They say tomorrow is a brand new day so forget about now and
wait for the suns new rays.
For tomorrow is a life where children go to die.

So let tomorrow come.

7/30

Emptiness fills this silent void,
The hum of the gentle beat
Keeps me from breaking.

These sheets a comfort,
These lyrics a comfort,
A comfort I deeply need.

Blade to skin,
I paint the picture
Of a thousand screams.

These lyrics the only comfort I need.

So if they fail, who will be there for
Me?

8/30


The hurried glances,
The subtle touches,
The unspoken words that cut so deep.
I feel your tears in my heart,
The one thing keeping us apart.
The pain searing out from inside,
The possibility of wasted time.
My eyes are pointed to the ground,
I don't deserve to see your smile,
I don't deserve your heart.
And you don't want mine.

9/30


Murmurs down below
Whispers up above,
I am stuck.
Not sure where to turn,
Not sure where to go,
Not sure what's right.
Times are left forgotten,
Days left unspoken.
I remember so many lonely
Nights.
The broken child
Whimpers in the night,
We are the same
So I hold her tight.

Spoiler

yes 1/3 of the way there!

10/30


The rattles of the keys
Scrapping against the benches,
Carving letters that will be defaced,
Changed and long forgotten.
But for now they are our love.

The movie tickets
Folded in my jeans,
They will be scrunched up,
Lost and accidentally teared.
But for now they are our love.

The smell of salted butter
Melting on hot popcorn,
The kernels will be thrown out
And left to sit in the bin.
But for now they are our love.

The happy nights spent
Tucked up together in bed,
The sheets get dusty,
Washed and folded.
But for now they are our love.

The bottle not being shared,
The open letter on my bed.
Being read, reread and
Ripped to shreds.
Because no our love is
Dead.