NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 10

Essence

The essence of confusion
Revealed in my faults
When I desperately want
Want to heal without
Erasing who I have become
Even if it isn’t what I
Wanted in all I envisioned
Leaving me wondering
What am I in a world
Without the faults I
See as my own being
The essence of confusion
Where I do belong
Revealed in my fault lines
When I desperately want
Want to heal without
Erasing who I am

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 9

Lead

Lead me home
I am lost
Tears distorting reality
Results inconclusive
I end up too far
From anything I can
Anchor to, remember
Defenseless and reckless
Unknowing did emanate
While I fell apart
Over landscapes and dreamscapes
We built beautifully
Until rot remained
For me to hold against
Your voice becomes mine
Pleading relentlessly to
Lead me home as
I am lost

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 8

Dark Room

A dark room gives
Fresh fire
A chance to hold
My head up higher
Than the light
Threatening slice me
Up into pieces
No other fix
Will do
A call to heart
Disguising lie rotting
Across the cuts
Beautiful in simplicity
Glorious reflection
Of the soul
A dark room gives
Fresh fire
A chance to lift
My head up higher
Than the light
Weighing heavy
On my pieces
No other fix
Will do
A blinding truth

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 7

Desert

It will desert this in
A desert high
Beyond what could be
Achieved if I stopped
And listened
To another song, another
Word of warning
Cascading down the sands
Like a haboob with
Life at its core
Kicking up the sands
Consuming in a rage
Yet I stay lost in the
Songs and words I know
I find comfort within
Darker sandy moments
Leaving me to desert
Everything in a desert high

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 6

Love’s Scars

Scars of my love
Leave me breathless
In cravings for touch
Only my love’s
All others my flesh
Fight and crawl for higher
Ground on which to weep
Told I should count
My blessings – difficult
To see them through storms
Abandoned by their master
After I birthed them
Through scars of my love
At his fervent behest

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 5

Believed

Take my tears I gathered
Into a haphazard basket
Patched together by time
By my torn flesh
I kept cutting into strips
In hopes that one day
One day I would see I
Was among the living
Not the dead as I long
Believed when pain came
Take my tears I gathered
Create a waterfall drenching
The killer inside my head
Happier as I slice into worlds
I fashioned solely to bleed
In hopes that one day
One day I would see I
Was among the living
Not the dead as I long
Believed

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 4

Swirl

Warn every one of what
Is coming around the swirl
Of ink bitter and precise
Faster than lock or dagger
The poison it does hold
Deep with its beauty
Transcribing to page barely
Able to say no
Demonic entities in dark
Waiting in ink drips
To grasp a hostage
For an eternity longer
Than it seems beneath
The swinging broken light
Nothing does heal only
Swallowed under the swirl
Of ink precise and bitter