Well, it's been a wild year! We bought a house, got married, all that wonderful jazz! I know I didn't finish last time I posted. And last year was hell without internet access, so I couldn't post at all. I did do it hand written, so I wasn't a total slack off! But this year I promise to try harder, and actually get it done! I've fallen out of practice and hopefully this'll be the kick in the pants I need! (It usually is!)
I wish you folks out there the best of luck if you're joining me again this year! I don't think I'm going to actively follow any prompts this time around, so you're on your own for finding those this time :) Don't forget that poem in your pocket day is the 16th this year!
Here's to another fun year of poems!
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Monday, April 22, 2013
Day Thirteen: Personal, No Prompt
And my whole world shook
With my fingers on his pulse
The importance of this moment
Hammered in to me
This was how
things should always be
Day Twelve: Personal, No Prompt
After a while
The line between
Yours and mine,
Well it gets blurred.
How much am I allowed
To care about yours?
What is mine?
How do we know?
Probably the only way to tell
Would be to cut ties,
Jump ship.
So I hope
I never find out.
Day Eleven: Personal Promt (House Hunting)
A house
Made up of rooms,
of work.
So full of stories
some not yet written
Potential is the currency
they trade in
And love
is what fills them.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Day Ten: Personal Prompt (Letter)
It wouldn't be right,
to leave you out of this.
You've been in and out
of all my writing for so long
It seems like forever.
Do you realize I miss you?
I do.
It's been a long time
hopefully not too much more.
It was always a different feel,
but a strong one.
Let's not leave it behind
Let's not forget
to leave you out of this.
You've been in and out
of all my writing for so long
It seems like forever.
Do you realize I miss you?
I do.
It's been a long time
hopefully not too much more.
It was always a different feel,
but a strong one.
Let's not leave it behind
Let's not forget
Day Nine: Personal, No Prompt
We slipped away
It wasn't dark
But no one noticed ether way
Hand in hand
There were commitments
But they were left
Tossed to the side
A dream, a nightmare
Who can tell
Day Eight: Personal Prompt (Patterns)
A soft kiss
And a longing you'll miss
An ache that goes to the bone
After you've been left alone
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