Saturday, April 18, 2015

NaPoWriMo 17: Ferris Wheel

How long has that painting been hanging there, watching over the hearth?
The one with the autumn trees and the carnival.
Did it observe my childhood and The tears, fears and cheers of growing up?
Sometimes, I wish I could jump into it.
Experience the sights, sounds and smells of the past.
I long to ride that ferris wheel, with its hundreds of twinkling lights.
I yearn to taste the sweet cotton candy and buttery popcorn.
And I want to run alongside the children, racing to the carousel.
I wish to live in that care-free painting.
And relive my youth with new eyes.
Can't I at least dream?

Thursday, April 16, 2015

NaPoWriMo 16: Swoon

So maybe you were distracted.
Taken in by the glow.
But I was instantly impacted,
How my salty tears did flow.

You can't take all the blame,
For my untimely swoon,
I heard you call my name,
But my eyes were on the moon.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

NaPoWriMo 15: No Need

There's no need for sorrow,
If there's nothing to lament.
No need for anger,
If all the world is kind.
And there's no need for guilt,
If there's nothing to regret.
In a perfect world,
Through my rose-colored glasses.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

NaPoWriMo 14: Tickled

The willows weep for me.
Their leafy branches tickle the winds above.
And then swoop down upon me in a flurry of vegetation.
A breeze skirts the forest floor. 
Causing flowers to descend upon my senses.
Clogging my throat with dust.
Drowning my eyes in petals.
The willows make me weep.

a.d. (a lament of spring allergies)

Monday, April 13, 2015

NaPoWriMo 13: Twisted Smile

Disappointed in you is an understatement.
The way your deceitful smile charmed all.
And how your words were twisted around lies.
I was blinded, of course.
If I could've glimpsed it, I'd have shuddered.
And left your false presence.
But how was I to know?
To know that the eyes that smiled were so undeniably cruel.
To know that the familiar face was not as it seemed.
I am betrayed.

a.d. (hatred toward deceit)

Sunday, April 12, 2015

NaPoWriMo 12: Fantasy

I promise I gave it my best try,
To make it right,
But all I could do was cry,
By your lonely light.

This wasn't your fault,
That the time set,
It was locked in my vault,
So don't you fret.

I'll turn back the clock,
And change the past,
If time didn't lock,
My fantasy would last.

a.d. (regretful of missed opportunities)

NaPoWriMo 11: Crash & Clash

Literally scraping the sky.
They soar above me, seemingly endless.
The windows reflect the sun,
Beaming down upon my face.
Glass and steel in companionship.
They're symbols of the world.
Sidewalks wind around them, colliding.
Unbelievably, undeniably strong.
And yet, they all crash to the ground one day.
Their metal twisted, they melt.
Souping toward my figure.
The glass facade shatters.
Months of construction and decades of use,
Now clashing with the concrete.
And civilization cries.

a.d. (all sold out of eternity here)