Don’t you know I’m that
songbird on your windowsill,
tapping at the glass?
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To document this sudden and intense
attack of introspection–
I am no longer who I used to be.
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There are places where masked ghouls abound,
and creatures of the night, who fly on wings
of lace, surround the hills of dragon kings,
where aged chimaera rise up from the ground-
they battle minotaurs for special rings.
There lies a land beyond those hills and vales
where even our “extraordinary” pales
in comparison to all the things
a trav’ler can run into on his trails.
These places live in books, hide in debris
of words scattered on pages that we read,
each turn revealing new exiting tales.
Why will I read forever? Well, you see,
I’m not inside those books, but they’re in me.
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This is my entry for the nook Read Forever sweepstakes. I think you’re only supposed to write a sentence or two, but this is what came out of me. (I also have a few more poems to write for the NaPoWriMo days that I missed, so yeah.)
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Hear the foils flashing, crashing
into each other, sparks flying, dying
in the sudden light of the bulbs raging, caging
this moment in instant white squares.
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Day 29 of NaPoWriMo. I’m trying to catch up, I really am.
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Death is coming
Death is delicious.
I can’t break cookies.
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Day 22 of NaPoWriMo. Written in Barnes & Noble with my awesome writer friends.
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I’ve been waiting for this.
Usually I’m not this intimate with anything new;
I say I’ve been waiting for you for some time
to justify this pseudo-indecent scene.
I hold your spine firmly between my thighs
and it is beautiful and new
without a blemish, crease or crack
smooth as infant skin.
In this moment, you give me purpose.
I must crack you open,
learn your secrets,
discover your story.
You have no way of knowing this,
yet I tell you anyway
before I peel open your cover
and expose you.
Day 20 of NaPoWriMo. I skipped a few- they’re coming soon. I’m in the midst of a drought.
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dropped
-plop-
a glittering marble
in your flute of champagne.
Let’s toast
to you downing the glass
in one gulp.
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Day 17 of NaPoWriMo
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