I wear my anger as armor,
I slowly sharpen it into a knife,
and you won’t see it coming,
the way, the wrecked,
leave the worst wreckage,
cunning, stunning,
justified by the worst times,
until all that is left,
is an apology,
and me.
Anger
Poetry
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 24 (Simile)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.
Sometimes it seems like love is a worn-out plastic grocery bag overloaded with expectation until it begins to stretch and stretch from the weight, so you are left holding two thinly stretched pieces of plastic that you hope will stay intact until you can get home and set the load down.
But instead the bag breaks and spills out all the contents of your heart for everyone to see.
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 23 (Kay Ryan)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan.
As we pull,
the legs,
and snap,
the joints,
and crack,
the crab shell,
to find,
the meat of it,
I think,
of the hardness,
of the heart,
and yet,
the many ways,
it can be broken,
and the many ways,
it can be loved.
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 22 (Repetition)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that uses repetition.
Black.
The shape
of bodies
in the
dark.
Black.
Boldness
of a
question
mark.
Black.
Fun nights
with friends
Mourning
how it
always
ends.
Black.
Creased skin
wearing
thin.
Black.
The line
counting
time.
Black.
Waiting
rooms of
empty
tombs.
Black.
Shadows
like crows
circling
life every
where.
Black.
The flame
deprived
air.
Black.
The fear,
I was
never
really
here.
Black.
The keys
I type
for release.
Black.
The words:
remember
me.
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 21 (Recall)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
I remember giving you my hand,
as we looked out at the large expanse of land.
Everything seemed possible then,
but what seemed like a start, was actually an end.
You were pulling strings I didn’t see,
using my own heart against me.
My world got so small, and you controlled it all.
except
for the part of me, that couldn’t give up being happy,
and with this little left,
I can’t wait to see: What is next?
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 19 (Command)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that starts with a command.
Be careful what you say or do,
Or my next poem may be about you.
Leave me mad, sad, or broken-hearted,
I’ll finish what you started
with a few quick key strokes,
I’ll hang you by a metaphorical rope.
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 18 (Question)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question.
As long as the sun sets,
the moon migrates,
the ocean oscillates,
the world whips,
two neutron stars stick.
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 17 (Dogs)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write about dogs.
Squeaky toys, plush dolls, and tennis balls,
I will chase after them all.
Toss a stick, and I’ll fetch it quick.
Launch a Frisbee, and I’ll run for it happily.
After all, my favorite thing to do,
Is bring all these items back to you.
So, take a break and play with me,
We’ll have fun, I guarantee.
Just make sure your throwing arm is strong,
Because I can catch things all day long!
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 15 (No Interest)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in.
I am not interested
in restraining, containing
or wasting,
what I feel in my heart.
I am not interested in skipping even the hard parts.
I am not interested
in ok enough,
skinny love,
giving in, giving up,
or getting by,
until I die.
I am not interested
in glasses half empty,
almost maybes,
or not taking the leap,
whatever it means.
I am not interested,
in counting down time,
coloring in the lines,
even if it means a mess.
I am not interested,
in living less,
or with regrets.
I am not interested
in lowering expectations,
or aspirations,
just for some satisfaction.
I am not interested
in minimizing,
waiting for better timing,
toning down,
or living less loud.
I am not interested,
in anything less than,
using up my life,
the best I can.
2022 NaPoWriMo – Day 14 (Opening Scene)
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.
The camera zooms in on a girl,
a banker’s lamp lights her,
as she hunches over a black Remington typewriter,
stabbing the keys with furious fingers,
but sometimes they linger, instead,
when she drops her head.
The camera zooms out of the stage,
and a light illuminates she typed a blank page.
Sometimes there are just no words,
to describe what hurts.
unwrithings 