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

NaPoWriMo Day 1: Lune

No April Fools’ here!  Why? Because it’s National Poetry Writing Month and the first prompt is to write a lune.  Similar to a haiku which is a 3-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, a lune is a 3-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable pattern.  So, here goes!

Outside my window,
a rose blooms
in the morning sun

so sweet and precious,
it’s beauty
a rival to none

till the days go by,
pink petals
falling, then it’s gone.



that’s what this life
is a series of
just one curveball after another
and I’m left reeling from
it all
not knowing what to do
not knowing which way to go
just knowing that I’ve got to
get out of the way
and stop making
the same mistakes

Mine – 28

you think me beautiful
you think me perfect
you see through the many masks
i wear
you see through every regret

you see through us
you see through the lies
you hear the words I dare
not say
you hear my cries

you feel my pain
you feel my desire
you know exactly how to make
things right
you know how to play with fire



*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Mine – 27

she can’t remember the last time
she felt beautiful
when he last touched her
in her secret place
when he appeased every fear
and nightmare
when she felt safest
in his embrace

she can only feel
the distance between them
as she counts the days
before his return
for in his arms
is where she belongs
even if they both
will have to burn

 *This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Stumbling Towards Madness

Stumbling towards madness
that’s what we do
when we find ourselves hurtling
to the past that we once knew
where everything hurt
and life was just a game
so we lose ourselves in lies
feeling nothing but shame

so we stumble along
hoping for the best
there’s a finish line somewhere
if we simply follow the rest
there’s no need to worry
there’s no need to try
so we stumble towards this madness
and believe lie after lie

till the day we wake up
to find no one there
just a barren wasteland
what an endless nightmare
where everyone follows blindly
till the end of the unseen line
nothing but broken dreams
and we’ve run out of time