Sunday 5 April 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 | day 5

I cannot write a poem to save my life
Or move a boulder, end a ten year's strife
I'd never call my plain existence rife
I'd rather take it all with a sharp knife

Thursday 2 April 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 | day 2

Half my sentences are lies
But it rhymes so that's ok
It is part of my disguise
and of what I want to say

Half my sentences are lies
But they lift away the pain
of forgetting I despise
fights I'm finding were in vain

See that part there, it was true
You will never know for sure
if I'm talking straight to you
or to ghosts I may conjure

Wednesday 1 April 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015 | day 1

Welcome to one more attempt of mine at NaPoWriMo.


Unendurable doubt
if it's with or without
someone showing the way
that you'll know of this day
of which it is not part
to endure or depart
or to cry and to pout
to forget or freak out
or abstain from all joy
it's a day you'll enjoy.

For today it is good
Filled with meaning and food
living-lottery friends
making space for amends
and with laughs, and with ease
you will find your way through
if you like, if you please
you can take me with you.