The Poetry Marathon

Well this one got a little weird I guess. Not exactly what I meant to do but it was fun

Self

Self-portraits seem silly to me

I am no one special 

No hidden talents

No deep thoughts

I exist to be simple

And while there’s nothing wrong

It also makes things hard

When people ask

Or want to know more

How do you explain this is it

That there aren’t depths to dive into

That you are a shallow pool

But yet people want to ask

And seem to find something

So maybe it’s all perception 

Yay still catching up! I haven’t been feeling the prompts lately so I’ve been doing my own thing for some and that’s been nice. I enjoy having the starting point. But some just don’t vibe.

Habits 

I will get into habits

Things I do every day

Checking certain things

And I noticed you have checked too

You have barely reached out

And I don’t know what to think

Maybe I should fully reach

Maybe I should ignore it

Because I was always reaching before

And I am tired of pushing forward

When you don’t respond

So I’ve been breaking my habit of you

Had to nap for a little while. But I am getting caught up quick.

Books After a Quote From Neil Gaiman

Getting lost in words upon words

Was always better than getting lost in eyes

Words had an end

A certain plot to follow

And a story had to wrap up with some good

But people and their eyes

You didn’t know how that was going to end

Could never know if it would end well or not

Can never skip to the last page and check

They can hurt you forever

So yes I would walk through forests of words

Before swimming in depths of eyes

This poem is rough but it is late and I am tired. So time for a nap.

Poem to Circle

How I have gotten through days before you

I don’t remember

Now I have you in my pocket

In my heart

You all there waiting to love me

And anyone else

You bring joy to my gloomy days

Light flashing in dark

And I somehow never have the right words

Yes

You never asked the question

But I didn’t either

And some days I wonder 

What would have happened if we had

If I said yes where would we be

If you said yes where would we be

You could have asked 

And it would have been yes

What could we have been

If you had asked

If I had asked

If I just said yes without the question

Ends

People will find god during loss

Grief will lead them to believing in something else

Anything to find meaning

Anything to make it less random less painful

But I didn’t

My first loss turned me away

Because if someone out there cares this much

Why take those from me that I love

When I lose people

I take comfort in space

I take comfort in having two states between us

In having distant relationships

I move forward in seeing the sun

In knowing that the world is still there

That when I am ready the world will welcome me back

Death

I only go to nice places for bad things

And bad places for bad things still

I will only be on beaches for blood and sorrow

And to shoot outs for gunshots

I will only see waterfalls for lost breath

And only see warzones for the losses

I will only be on cliff edges for missteps

And only be on highways for crashes 

I will only fly through the air for falls

And to drug houses for ODs

Damn counting is hard sometimes.

Nonet

These feelings swell deep inside of me

And yet I try to ignore them

Fore why would I want them here

At all when I alone

Have all of these thoughts

These must go far

I must make

Them all

Quell

Caught up! This is such a fun prompt to do. I’m not sure where I was trying to go so I just ended it somewhere.

Skyscraper, Cloud, Periwinkle, Needle, Spread

I poke finger with my needle

Eyes widening as deep red 

Hits periwinkle thread

My stitched cloud soft now harsh

Like the dark skyscraper I stitched already

Taking over the cloth

Dark and intruding on the clouds

That are spread with blood

This was a really silly poem. I had fun seeing some silly holidays and a whole day about sleep? Amazing every day please.

Festival of Sleep

A whole day for something that is never enough

I can sleep all night

Dreams filled with soft things

So comfortable and sleeping 

And yet I will be tired the next day

I will want to go back to bed

I will want to sleep

And a whole day for it

Please let it be a monthly festival