NaPoWriMo Day 11: Unravel

Stitch after stitch she counts them
remembering how she earned every single one
scars unseen but never forgotten
of a life half-lived with so much more to be done

she’d have unraveled a long time ago
were it not for dreams yet to be fulfilled
of doing what she loved no matter how hard
even if she had to rebuild

and so she counts the lines one by one
jagged and often, still cutting deep
but she’s determined to claim what is hers
the life she’s yearned for, all hers to keep

Via Daily Prompt: Unravel

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Stray

Bathed in the remains of the day
she lays quietly, undisturbed
ruminating on the life we’ve lived so far
wondering what awaits us in this world

so many questions,
so many lies
as she seeks for answers
from behind my eyes

so she lays quietly like she always does
capturing the last of the sun’s rays,
pondering the future that lies ahead of us
till she closes her eyes, and lets her dreams stray

When Words Failed Me

20140720-151607-54967379.jpgWhen words failed me
once upon a time
I drew out my heart
and carved out the rhymes
that fell out of it
every damn word
I drew every tear of pain
for every word, unheard

And when it was all over
when all I wanted was to destroy every one
every page bearing proof  of my despair,
a time when I was undone,
you kept them all hidden
you kept them all safe from me
the one for whom each stroke of my pen –
to my scarred lock, was its key

Back Of the Line

Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.

There’s a girl with dark hair that stands at the back of the line
back again where she started, only this time, she’s run out of time
for she’s made many mistakes, way too many for her to count
all because she tried to do everything right,  even as the casualties mount
of the dreams that she’s given up, way too many to mention
of the dreams that she’s had to let go, just to avoid contention.

But were she to do it all over again, she’d move herself out of the line
out of the numbing queue, before she runs out of time
she’ll write the stories yearning to be free, even if no one will read them
she’ll do the things she really wants to do, even if she’ll be condemned
for this time, she’s got dreams that she knows will last her forever
this time, she’s got her whole life ahead of her –
a life to do over.

Daily Prompt

Silence Never Broken


i’m a talkative one, most people say
once you get me going, I’ve got a whole lot of things to say
yet sometimes I know it’s best to be quiet,
not say the things I really want to say,
best to be silent
for my muteness can say so much,
so much more than what you already know,
there’s so much inside me that needs to get out
but all I really want to do is go
somewhere where the wind rustles the leaves
where the rain drips down from the eaves
where the dew glistens on leaves of green
where my eyes see what cannot be seen
where the words find their meanings in the wind
like butterfly wings, suddenly unpinned
so silence is golden, it really is
for there are no words to say what I really feel
like curtains drawn upon the stage
though this time, there is no reveal.

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