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Sat Mar 31, 2018 8:40 pm
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123pinkrose says...



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.
  





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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
but i have promised to return
  





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Sun Apr 01, 2018 6:12 pm
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Day 1: Your Name
Tell me your name
I want to hear it
Do not be ashamed
Of everything attached to it

Your name caries a past
A life time of mistakes
But because I politely asked
Let me know all your aches

If you tell me your name
Maybe one day
I will do the same.
But I may not know what to say.
  





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Mon Apr 02, 2018 8:22 pm
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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
  





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Tue Apr 03, 2018 6:01 pm
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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.
  





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Wed Apr 04, 2018 8:12 pm
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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.
  





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Thu Apr 05, 2018 8:17 am
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Evander says...



I liked the ending to poem no. 4! It ended on a really touching note.
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Fri Apr 06, 2018 2:36 am
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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.
  





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Sat Apr 07, 2018 12:12 am
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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.
  





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Sat Apr 07, 2018 1:42 am
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alliyah says...



I'm enjoying reading your poetry so far Pink!

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
but i have promised to return
  





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Sun Apr 08, 2018 1:09 am
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Day 7: Sorry I am Tired
I am tired today
But I need to beat this challenge.
I wrote a haiku.
  





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Mon Apr 09, 2018 2:28 am
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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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Tue Apr 10, 2018 2:38 am
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Day 9: Sorry I am Tired 2, the Inferior Sequel
There is no more time
Quick, I need a poem right now,
Time for a sequel.
  





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Wed Apr 11, 2018 2:34 am
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Day 10: Sorry I am Tired: a Climactic End to the Haiku Trilogy (for now)
A haiku again?
Yes I really did do that.
Yes, I am lazy.
  





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Thu Apr 12, 2018 1:51 am
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Day 11: One Day
One day,
I will be able to work
hard enough to finish my homework,
but that day is not today.

One day,
I I will at least try
to go to bed at a reasonable time,
but that day is not today.

One day,
I might
be able to finally have time to write
but that day is not today.

One day,
I will finish something
that is on my bucket list,
but that day is not today.

One day,
I will finish this poem.
  








"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world."
— Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery