Poetry Wednesday – The Margins

The Margins

The margins do bleed
Like my paper tightened skin
Along with the night
Flows into beautiful songs
My sweetest regrets line
The pages lie dying
Corroded by mystery
Angels and ages of time
Save not the margins
Whilst they keep memories
Alive in their crimson
The margins do bleed
Into darker nights than these


Tuesday Tabellion – Post-NaPoWriMo Thoughts

NaPoWriMo 2018 & Camp NaNoWriMo have come to an end. My Camp NaNoWriMo goal for April was 30 poems to match the intent of NaPoWriMo. I validated on April 27th with 31 poems. I find this disappointing. In previous Camp NaNoWriMos, I always increased the goal. Most of the past Aprils, I was writing three to four poems a day. There even days with as many as eight poems (much like during NaNoWriMo). This April, however, I was lucky to put forth one poem with the rare second poem happening.

Overall, I am happy that progress happened with Mourning & Melancholia (16 for 36/100), Altars & Avatars (15 for 15/100), and Written & Whim (4 for 4/100).

This NaPoWriMo featured the posting of works to Instagram as well as some technical glitches which led to me posting several days at a time rather than every single day to this blog, Twitter, my Author page on Facebook, and Instagram. It was rather annoying. While I did like the readership that seemed to increase due to my use of Instagram, I remain uncertain about it.

On April 20th, I experienced Cradle of Filth, Jinjer, and Uncured. Post-concert depression did hinder my writing progress unlike with prior concerts I had attended. The reason for such eludes me. It was a fabulous concert and I did enjoy myself immensely even if my legs did not. Fibromyalgia and Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome do not make good concert-going companions.

April was light on other artistic pursuits too which left me feeling a bit at loose ends. May May bring more creativity and inspiration.

NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Lost Rain

Lost Rain

Lost in rain I do travel
Translations never suited me
Configured wrong from
Starting lines left to flow
On wind gusts high
Soaked to bones wounded
Bruised and broken
Yet refuse to be in vain
Stuck in mired tesseract
Mud did invade under cover
Of night across my lands
Foreign and undiscovered
Like I intended but
Denied a choice leaving
Me to be nothing other than
Lost in rain

NaPoWriMo Day 29 – Sirens’ Songs

Sirens’ Songs

Sedatives do not silence
These Sirens fighting over me
Keep me from obscurity
My innocent soul paralyzed
By the white seas I cut through
With my falling tears
Sirens’ songs do encourage
Their descent down my face
Corpse paint so beautiful
Red, black, white, and tear-filled
All for the knives in my back
Once thought of as claws
Until the Sirens moved
To fight away from the waves
My ichor sea ever-expanding
With every word they sing

NaPoWriMo Day 28 – The Crown

The Crown

Bring the crown around
Whispers of another age
Passed us by in a blink
Lights do poison our breed
Cold in their perfection
Forcing the crown around
Necks broken as glass
Where time has lost meaning
Light of our lives buried
Into mistaken identities
Gems upon the crown around
Whispering of another age
Passed us over into night
Lights do destroy our breed
On bended knees with
Shattered kneecaps pained
Bring the crown around
To a noose above heads bent

NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Mask Cordial

Mask Cordial

Benediction cannot spare
Horrors of this wasteland
Brought by the corpse
Consuming heart and mind
His course through seas
Marred by grief-filled blood
A war we birthed in rage
This wasteland aftermath
Passions dare not speak of
Cross the fingers in hope
Hope the wasteland fades
From evocation, verity
A futile benediction
Cannot spare, spare us
Horrors of this wasteland
Brought by the corpse
Sidling beneath anticipation
Camouflaged behind a cordial
Mask welcoming all happily
Into his deceptive seas

NaPoWriMo Day 26 – Words Spoken

Words Spoken

Words spoken true
Layers of depth behind
Them lurk and wait
Devour self-intention
To partake in knowledge
Left behind is all
It slowly becomes
Depth is mistaken
Shallow all that remains
For the mouth of
Words spoken true