To anyone who followed my 31-Day Poem over the whole 31 days, I have to ask a question: did you notice that the titles of the poems rhymed? This is because, when I came up with the second day’s title, I thought I’d give myself an extra challenge, so I figured I’d write the titles… Continue reading A Lovely Vision ‘fore Waking (Titles Only)
For the past 31 days, I’ve taken part in a 31-Day Poem challenge set forth by fellow WordPresser and all-around beautiful lady Maja. Check out her blog, Business In Rhyme, and do read her exquisite 31-Day Poem. In case anyone wants to read my 31-Day Poem in full, here it is below, all 93 stanzas,… Continue reading A Lovely Vision ‘fore Waking (Full 31-Day Poem)
Where Pain Is Peace Swaying on a String These attractions were wrong anyway, as they can only ever be disrupted by a swift memory, one that I have let go but will not let go of me. It’s the last I had, the last I want. It’s the very reason I’m glad for rejection to… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Thirty-One
Where Mercy Can’t Bring Herself to Sing Someone reaching up to Heaven’s bliss as it refuses to match his caring kiss. Someone reaching over to emptiness around, while a lost soul begs to be found. Someone reaching in to his heart’s truth: I don’t blame anyone for me being me.
Those Consumed by Inadvertent Nothing They all seem to see it, they all seem to see. Is solitary confinement what it means to be free? Madness and emptiness in rival existence. A hushing of it all at sanity’s insistence. Will no one solve the mystery of how to fancy someone who doesn’t feel love?
For Those Unworthy, Fate Has Deemed Out of a corner of my eye, catching a glance of an angel whose wings settle into another man’s strong arms, I have to be happy for her, for them both. I have to. I set myself up for this. Why do they all pass me? Why do they… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Eight
But Not All Is What It Seems There is so much about her that changes who I am. There is someone else I want to be. I want to be the perfect-fitting piece to the puzzle she’s unable to solve. I want to be the person whose hand her hand seeks. I want to be… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Seven
When Living Comes at No Cost I wonder what it would be like with her. Seeing who falls asleep first while watching more movies than we know we can stay awake for. Singing and cooking and dancing as I spin her around while burning the pancakes. Laughing as we read, using dialogue to exchange our… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Six
As What’s Lost Stays Loss How can I resist attachment? How can I resist her? Indeed, her energy is calming, her presence addicting; and though becoming attached may be wrong, she is the perfect high I’ve lost entirely too much sleep searching for. Indeed, she renders me to believe my curve toward detachment was pure… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Five
A Stirring of a Slumbering Muse Gazing into her lively eyes is like gazing into the wealthy night sky. But rather than rich in empty space, a breadth of charm and grace and subtle quirkiness bringing a smile to my face is infinite within her. And the stars burn in her eyes, gleam contagious passion… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Twenty-Four