"The emotion is draining out of me
I used to love so passionately and
now I can barely drag myself out
of bed and welcome the thoughts
inside my head. These days are
dragging longer but the energy
you give makes me stronger."
Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Day 114
"If I open up to you, it means you're special. Not in a 'at-last-you're-worthy-of-my-soul' way. It's more of a 'I-trust-you-with-all-my-faults' type of way. I like you. I want you to see me at my worst and at my best. I want to show you how I look when I laugh and when I cry and when I laugh so hard that I cry. I want to show you every freckle and every scar, whether it's on my skin or on my heart."
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Day 113: Electric Love
"Your love is electric
with every touch
a surge of lust
rushes through
my veins and
stains my blood a
vibrant red that
matches your heart."
with every touch
a surge of lust
rushes through
my veins and
stains my blood a
vibrant red that
matches your heart."
Friday, November 27, 2015
Day 112: Ghost
"It took me so long to realize that you
are not worth one tear I cry so why
do you still haunt my dreams at night?"
are not worth one tear I cry so why
do you still haunt my dreams at night?"
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Day 111: Light
"You took all my light
with you when you left and now
I'm sitting alone in the cool
darkness waiting for someone
to show me an escape."
with you when you left and now
I'm sitting alone in the cool
darkness waiting for someone
to show me an escape."
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Day 110: Stones
Once a falling star I watched with awe, now
a dull stone I kick at my feet with longing.
I fell so hard for you at first and now I have
to pretend to love you. Was it you who stopped
trying, or me? Because I can't figure out how
two people can give up on each other so easily.
I fell so hard that I never wanted to get up,
but now I'm just being dragged on the ground.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Day 108: Blood
"When my heart aches
it's words that pour out
not blood
and these words
are more powerful than
the sharpest sword
they are carved
by desire
and anger
but have more beauty than
the largest pearl
like blood
however
they stain every surface
they touch
breathing life into all
who will listen."
it's words that pour out
not blood
and these words
are more powerful than
the sharpest sword
they are carved
by desire
and anger
but have more beauty than
the largest pearl
like blood
however
they stain every surface
they touch
breathing life into all
who will listen."
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Day 107: Happily Ever After
Love set in chains
bounded by eternity and
quenched with desire,
Two hearts forever entwined
split when
love ceased to inspire.
One heart remains,
broken
shattered and torn,
knowing that
when one breaks
another is born.
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Day 105
"My heart is so heavy
with unwavering love
I feel as if it will
burst at any moment
and you will be
there to see all the
memories that make
my heart so full."
with unwavering love
I feel as if it will
burst at any moment
and you will be
there to see all the
memories that make
my heart so full."
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Day 104: Red
Red stands out well when it's
the only color in a world of
black and white, the color of
a withering rose. Red stands
out well as every petal scatters
around the room, fluttering to
the surface with a softness that
cannot be explained until you've
experienced it. Red means I am
living, because with every drop
of blood that hits the ground, I
become more and more alive.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Day 103: 10-Word Story
"Why do good things enter my life only to leave?"
I love 6-word and 10-word story exercises because they remind me how important each word is in a poem, short story, or any form of writing. It's important to practice being concise. Every word should add value to the message you're conveying.
They're a really fun exercise that all writers should try doing.
I love 6-word and 10-word story exercises because they remind me how important each word is in a poem, short story, or any form of writing. It's important to practice being concise. Every word should add value to the message you're conveying.
They're a really fun exercise that all writers should try doing.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Day 101: Mend
"I'll carry you with me,
a heart on my sleeve
broken pieces falling
as memories shatter
a heart in my hand,
I carry a heart in my hand,
but this time it's mine
and I'm making it stronger,
since the day you broke it
I've been mending the pieces
back together."
a heart on my sleeve
broken pieces falling
as memories shatter
a heart in my hand,
I carry a heart in my hand,
but this time it's mine
and I'm making it stronger,
since the day you broke it
I've been mending the pieces
back together."
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
Day 99: Drowning
"you would have never guessed
that she's drowning
slowly drowning
but there she is
with a cigarette between red lips
telling me she is not okay
her eyes plead for me to save her
'I'm coming'
I say to her but she does not hear me
I am too late
and I watch
as a cloud of smoke consumes her
leaving nothing but a burned out cigarette
laying on the ground."
that she's drowning
slowly drowning
but there she is
with a cigarette between red lips
telling me she is not okay
her eyes plead for me to save her
'I'm coming'
I say to her but she does not hear me
I am too late
and I watch
as a cloud of smoke consumes her
leaving nothing but a burned out cigarette
laying on the ground."
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Day 98: Stars
"and when the stars align
I know you're there,
they'll call us star-crossed lovers,
an ocean away
looking at the same crescent moon,
a sliver in the sky that's ours and only
ours."
I know you're there,
they'll call us star-crossed lovers,
an ocean away
looking at the same crescent moon,
a sliver in the sky that's ours and only
ours."
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Day 97: End
A salty tear escapes blurry eyes
and burns on the skin,
a lump in my throat
and wetness on my chin.
We remember the day we said
'til death do us part'
but that's easy to say when
suffering from a broken heart.
and burns on the skin,
a lump in my throat
and wetness on my chin.
We remember the day we said
'til death do us part'
but that's easy to say when
suffering from a broken heart.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Day 96: Desire
Cradle my heart
in your nimble hands,
overwhelm me
with desire,
desire to love
more than my heart
can hold,
more than I am capable.
But I do it anyway,
carry as much of you
as I possibly can,
because when my heart bursts,
it means I'm whole.
in your nimble hands,
overwhelm me
with desire,
desire to love
more than my heart
can hold,
more than I am capable.
But I do it anyway,
carry as much of you
as I possibly can,
because when my heart bursts,
it means I'm whole.
Monday, November 9, 2015
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Day 94: Rhymes
If there's nothing left
that I can do,
let me ask one more
thing of you.
Wake me up before
you leave,
walk away and
then I'll believe
but until then
you're not really gone,
I'll watch for your return
at the break of dawn.
that I can do,
let me ask one more
thing of you.
Wake me up before
you leave,
walk away and
then I'll believe
but until then
you're not really gone,
I'll watch for your return
at the break of dawn.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Day 93: Soul
you say you are fine
but your eyes say otherwise
I can no longer find
a deep blue ocean to drown in
when I look at you
you say you are fine
but I say otherwise
you carry a heart on your sleeve
and scars on your heart
but you haven't shown me your soul.
but your eyes say otherwise
I can no longer find
a deep blue ocean to drown in
when I look at you
you say you are fine
but I say otherwise
you carry a heart on your sleeve
and scars on your heart
but you haven't shown me your soul.
Friday, November 6, 2015
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Day 91: Autumn
I lay on my back
and look up at the trees,
colors so vibrant,
wind tearing the leaves free.
I am in love with autumn
for the soft sound of hummingbirds pecking
the barren trees
and I am in love
with the words tumbling out of my pen
along with the orange and red hues
that fall again and again.
Cool wind grazes my skin
and leaves crunch beneath my feet,
I could lay beneath the trees
forever listening to my own heartbeat.
and look up at the trees,
colors so vibrant,
wind tearing the leaves free.
I am in love with autumn
for the soft sound of hummingbirds pecking
the barren trees
and I am in love
with the words tumbling out of my pen
along with the orange and red hues
that fall again and again.
Cool wind grazes my skin
and leaves crunch beneath my feet,
I could lay beneath the trees
forever listening to my own heartbeat.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Day 89: Song Without Words
Come sit down,
I have something I need to tell you.
Hushed whispers,
avoided eye contact,
then silence.
I'm sorry,
I say,
I'm sorry.
You sit across from me calmly,
a song without words,
understood only through
a pale face
and shivering hands.
I hear nothing.
I have something I need to tell you.
Hushed whispers,
avoided eye contact,
then silence.
I'm sorry,
I say,
I'm sorry.
You sit across from me calmly,
a song without words,
understood only through
a pale face
and shivering hands.
I hear nothing.
Monday, November 2, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Day 87: Broken
"And you are still whole
though your heart may be broken,
do not leave with guilt
or words left unspoken."
though your heart may be broken,
do not leave with guilt
or words left unspoken."
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