This is my first time trying out NaPo so wish me luck. My goal is to write a poem a day for the whole month. I also noticed that some others use themes to tie their poems together. I will try to make the poems about myself and my real experiences but knowing me I will not be able to commit to it so who knows what I will write about. But wish me luck on my first NaPo. I have a feeling this will not be easy.
Yahoo! Good luck in your first NaPo! NaPo is so much fun, I hope you have a good time with it! Remember there's no word count so write them as long or as short as you want, for whatever you're inspired to write!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Day 2: Fractals of me Fractals of me are scattered across the crumbling halls of then so I am stuck here shattered begging for help again
I know I told you I was fine But I didn't want you worry Just these problems are mine Why am I even saying sorry
But you will help me anyways as we chat on a red picnic table hidden in the shade of better days Until I believe I'm more stable
The words will gather the fractals together So it can fixed back into one But to bad duck tape does not last forever because I want this fight to be finally won
Duck tape cannot fix a dysfuctional home that can do nothing but fight every day It cannot fix nights where I let my mind roam to places of regrets and fears until day
But I still come back to you to try to fix the scarps you know I will do the same for you and we will stick together until the world finally snaps
Day 3: The Monster I am not here where I stand. I'm in the world of fiction. I'm hiding, waiting for the monster to go away. I forgot when it started. It's been many days. but I still have things to fear, so I stay in the stories and think only of the characters who are real only to me. It's been years a lifetime maybe but I prefer the other world, where magic lies and purpose flurishes like the spring, and life has a song that is fun to sing. This is were I stay. I stay here not out there where fear and monsters are all I find. But maybe one day, it will come to me that the only beast came from me.
Day 4: Music on the Radio I hummed the familiar tune of the song on the radio. I moved my eyes throughout the store, noticed the other busy shoppers picking out their clothes, it was a dangerous place for those who like this song.
The music continued. It hits its souring chorus, I start to faintly sing the words of the song I knew so well. I look around; no one noticed. If I continue to sing like this, No one will ever know.
Did he look at me? Did she hear me sing? Is everyone hiding their stares? Maybe I should stop, but it's only getting better and the guitar is singing louder as the drums make a beat which can make even the grumpiest person in the world get on their feet.
I cannot take this silent singing any more as the song hits is triumphant final chorus. I belted out every little word. Not caring how few notes I hit. I didn't care about their possible stares. I just danced across the store. I didn't care how bad I moved. I just let my feet go across the floor.
When the performance was over, I looked around. to see if anybody saw my show, But instead; I saw a little girl with a pink dress and a smile on her face standing in the corner putting on her own little show with music on the radio.
I liked the ending to poem no. 4! It ended on a really touching note.
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Day 5: Voice Message Hello, are you there? I tried to talk yesterday, and the day before and the day before but no seems to answer. Are you okay? Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Can you please pickup? I want to talk. I miss you. I need you. I love you. Talk to me, please, do that for me. I haven't seen you in forever. I want to know where you have been. I want to know everything. Sorry That sounded creapy It made me sound like I'm an obsessed, stalker freak that will kill you in your sleep No, no, no that's not me. I just, well I just I It just came out wrong I'm sorry, again. I just don't want you to fear me. I want you to talk to me not the police to make them arrest this obsessed stalker freak who only wants to see you once more. But I don't get why you won't talk to me anymore. Maybe we are just moving to fast, for us to catch our breaths and you need sometime away to inhale some fresh air or maybe, you just broke your phone that's probably it. You would pick up if you could, but you can't. Even though I hope this is true, and there is nothing bad happening between me and you, my mind can't help but wander, to a place that makes me think about I could have done to break your trust this much, so you will ignore me for this long. Maybe your not the one and I'm chasing after something thats not worth it and I might as well just forfeit. It will be so much easier, so I might as well let it end, before I waste more time in my only life to one big lie. No no that's not true I know I love you, and I will stick with you, so we can have a future. that last until the end of time and we can grow old together, and be with each other forever. Wouldn't that be nice? Sorry, that this message is long. I know no one listens to their voicemail anymore, but I hope you can make an exception for a girl holding a telephone who wants nothing more than to hear you speak to her once more.
Day 6: Water Droplets I watched the river flow as I wonder just how far each drop of water will go and just where they have flowed before.
Each droplet of water came from the sky all the way up that high. Inside the clouds they are carried safely, Like a million little babies, in a cradle safe asleep, until the fell from their dreams, They crashed hard onto the earth on the streets and window glass on trees and plants. The rain splashed as lightning flashed and the thunder boomed and yelled.
The unlucky ones fell down into the dark gutters of streets, while others made a puddle where they all huddled until the sun dried them away. but some found their way to rivers and streams, oceans and lakes. They decided to stick together and flow wherever the current tells them to go, down water falls in streams or through speeding rivers.
But when winter comes, they freeze and take a break from their journey. The finally have a chance to rest without having to move anywhere. They have a chance to stop and notice just how far they have gone and have chance to see what they got before they continue to flow again.
It is back to the normal stream to the monotonous day of life of moving barley ever stopping they just continue going forward keep on moving never getting a chance to stay in one place that they love even for than a minute. They have no choice they need to go. This is their life, the life of a droplet, To go until they reach their final destination and when they get to what we call a lake or an ocean or wherever we see it as, They see it as a small towns or a vast city where millions of other drops of water can talk and be friends. It's the world of place where the water droplets can be happy. No more traveling only a chance to look back, and finally take the big, long stop.
That's at least what I see when I think about this little stream, and all of the water splashing in it.
Your imaginative perspective on water-droplets was delightful! I wouldn't think to write a whole poem on them, and just enjoyed the perspective you gave.
And the twists and turns in poem 5 were interesting, and I think you really succeeded in conveying a lot of anxiety through that! I personally hate leaving messages on the phone, and felt a bit panicky reading that one!
Looking forward to reading whatever you explore with your poetry.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Day 8: Strangers Everywhere we go. Everywhere we walk. From here to there. and pretty much everywhere are strangers.
People who we've never bother to speak to or even acknowledge are there they do the same for us so why should I care.
But I sit and wonder, who are they, what are their lives like? Have they got any strange stories to tell? Do they go to same places as me, like the same things as me, know the same people as me? Have I seen them before? hidden in the crowds of others so their faces got lost in the great maze of my brain.
Could they have affected me, before without knowing by driving a little slower on the highway making me a little later so I miss the chance to bump into an old friend who I haven't seen in years, or taking the last seat at a waiting room at a busy restaurant before lunch, forcing me to stand so I am a little bit more fusturated during that day which crafts a little speck of annoyance that I didn't even notice was there which help added to what was a pretty bad day.
if only I was only little bit less shy, I could try to say hi to the strangers in my life.
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