Like Elastic

I really need to get back into the swing of posting regularly! I have been writing, just offline. I am working on a poem series, mostly in my mind but slowly forming into something more tangible. For now, posting an older poem.

Like Elastic

Like an elastic band,
your words tighten around me,
leaving an imprint,
long after I have unwrapped myself
from you.

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I Thought (Poem) and a Typewriter!

This little poem got stuck in my head so writing it down here.

I Thought

I thought I saw you through the window,
your face up against the glass,
blurry, with the rain as your mask.

I thought I heard you in the other room,
shouting, “Coming soon!”
I thought I smelled your oceanic perfume,
the one you wore to make me swoon.

I thought I tasted your kiss,
soft, like the morning mist,
and a long sigh.

I thought for a moment you stayed alive,
that someone still existed in this world I could call mine.

Now, I am pleased to share this beauty. A refurbished 1938 Underwood Champion! Took some time to find a functional one within my price point! I hope to fiddle with it this weekend and maybe type up some poems on it. Can’t wait!

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NaPoWriMo – Day 30 (Fascinating Fact)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. 

I’m in denial that today is the last day of the NaPoWriMo challenge, so maybe tomorrow I will acknowledge that fact. For now, below is my poem about viruses. It draws from the fact that “eight percent of the human genome consists of viruses.” It’s also influenced by Gerald Callahan’s essay, Chimera.

Some of our DNA
are relics of viruses
from past infections
so scientists say.

Envelope viruses like the flu,
carry lipids, protein,
and the stuff of genes,
from the hosts they travel through.

I like to think,
this means:

After years of sharing a home,
and conceivably the flu,
I’ve collected pieces of you,
stored in my chromosomes and genome.

You are not lost, you see,
You make up parts of me, literally,
saved in my “immunological memory.”

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NaPoWriMo – Day 27 (Tarot)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: We challenge you to pick a card (any card) from this online guide to the tarot, and then to write a poem inspired either by the card or by the images or ideas that are associated with it.

Running out of time today, so for this prompt, I reworked a previous piece. I do like the idea of using tarot cards as inspiration for writing so I hope to write more poems later using other cards.

If you want me to,
I will love you.
If you let me,
I will be,
the one you love too.
I would say I do. I do. I do.
If you ever asked me to.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 21 (Myth)

I cannot believe we have hit the three-week mark of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)! Woohoo! Reading the seriously amazing responses others have to the NaPoWriMo prompts really inspires me to keep at it.

Anyway, today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that plays with the myth of Narcissus in some way.

I liked the story of Echo in the myth and I originally wanted to do a longer piece for this prompt. However, time is limited so I’m going to go with what I have in my head right now and write more at a later date!

I once asked,
“Why do you love me?”
You said simply,
“Because you love me.”

Your love only an echo of mine,
And sometimes,
I don’t know if I have enough,
for the both of us.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 18 (Response Poem)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt: Respond to someone else’s poem from the bottom up.

I selected a poem from Whisky Words & a Shovel I by r.h. Sin. I bought this poetry book a few weeks ago, but haven’t had a chance to read it yet. I enjoyed opening it up for this prompt! I ended up only loosely using the source poem though.

My heart will stretch thin
(like dough expanded with a rolling pin)
I will knead my love
until it is enough
for you.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 5 (Photo/Language)

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: We’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reacts both to photography and to words in a language not your own.

I picked a poem by Italian author Dario de Judicibus since I am Italian! Despite the neat combination of the beautiful photo and words, nothing totally original came to me. I ended up reworking a poem I wrote previously that I thought jibed well with the photo and Italian poem.

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ALBA

Il cielo è un acquarello
di pallidi rosa e persi azzurri
mentre il vento scivola
tra l’umido verde brillare nel sole
a rapire dall’aria
un fresco odore di vita
e portarlo al mio cuore.

LEAVES

Loving you is as easy
as the breeze
rustling through the leaves
touching you and me
Like leaves in the fall,
we pick each other off
floating lost.

Scraps of Stuff

Scraps of different stuff I found written on post-its, intending to turn into something more. Rewriting the notes here.

I’m livin’ in the shadows,
of your love.
It’s not enough.

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Boys like you break hearts like mine.
I’ve given up my life, to lies by boys, who don’t know people aren’t toys.

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Maybe there is a limit on love, maybe I’ve used mine up.

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I don’t know how to say goodbye,
it always turns into hello when I try.
And you don’t see what I really mean.
I can’t keep hurting like I do, when I see her with you.
It’s like taking bullets to the chest, when I can just be put to rest.
Hope is a stubborn thing, that makes me want to scream.

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We’ve poured so much love into this,
and now we’re ruining it with bitterness.

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It was so easy to fall in love,
it only got hard when love wasn’t enough.

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I don’t want to feel the sun shine. I don’t want to hear the birds sing. I don’t want to see the leaves turn green. All they do, is show the world exists without you.

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Words, words, words.
You know how to use them,
and make them hurt.

—————

The sun licks your lips,
shining, glistening,
until they are all I see.

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Anger (Song Lyrics) (In Progress)

Anger rules our home tonight,
both of us tired and dreary-eyed.
Bitter words hanging in the air,
that neither of us deserved to hear.
You’re gearing up for another round,
but I’m not sure I can take it now.

I want to scream leave,
but instead, I beg please,
don’t walk out that door,
because it may surprise you to know,
I still love you,
so please don’t go.

We”ll cry out for peace,
make promises we can’t keep,
waiting for dawn to break,
before our hearts do the same.

I want to scream leave,
but instead, I beg please,
don’t walk out that door,
because it may surprise you to know,
I still love you,
so please don’t go.

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We Don’t Know (Song Lyrics)

I remember all your jokes,
you’d look at me like I was your only hope,
I wanted to be your everything
and that’s what I tried to do,
but I failed you, but I failed you.

I always knew, we were on borrowed time,
I just thought, I’d be just fine
until I fell in love,
I couldn’t give you up, I couldn’t give you up

We don’t know what we don’t know,
So let it go, so let it go.
We’re so young, but our love’s too old
So let it go, so let it go.

I didn’t know, what to say,
when you let me down that day,
so I pushed you away,
just to make you cave, just to make you cave

You never see, what I really mean
If it were me, I’d never leave,
but it’s too late,
It was my mistake, it was my mistake

We don’t know what we don’t know
So let it go, so let it go
We’re so young, but our love’s too old
So let it go, so let it go.

I should have never, walked away,
Where would we be, if I had stayed?
Step by step, I live with this regret
You were my best, you were my best.

We loved as best as we could
but we never should, but we never should.

I can’t be, what you need
no amount of make believe
could change that
we’re suffering, we’re suffering.

We don’t know what we don’t know,
so let it go, so let it go
We’re so young, but our love’s too old
so let it go, so let it go

I give you, every reason for peace,
you don’t owe me, anything,
Just find a way, to be happy again,
my dearest friend,
this isn’t the end, this isn’t the end.

because we don’t know what we don’t know
and maybe when, we let this go
we could find, a better home,
so let it go, so let it go.

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