Poetry is pretty rare for me, but it does happen. Usually I write poems to capture emotions or concepts I can’t wrap logical words around. So, as National Poetry Month draws to a close, I thought I would share two of said rare poems. Enjoy 🙂
Inkblood
Press the pen to paper
Deep breath and fall
Fall, fall
Into words like waves
With currents and tides
Pulling you under
Hooked
Hooked like the first taste
Of sweet bliss in your veins
Letters scattered, mangled
Comb through
Breathe Life
Life
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Pounding, a pulse.
A heart
Pumping ink through my veins.
Wake
Your lips tremble with words
Words too sharp and final
Too big and heavy
For this room
For my mind to grasp
Dead?
A word too dark for a person so bright
Bright and vibrant and dazzling as the sun
A word too cold for a smile so warm
Laughter so loud and smirk promising mischief
It seems so far away.
Distant. Unreal. A dream.
Wake up.
Wake up bright sun, warm smile, laughter loud.
Wake up wake up wake up
Dead.
A word too sharp and final
Too big and heavy
For this room my mind
My heart
Cold swells my heart it threatens to shatter
As I pick up your pieces
And can’t help but cut myself
On the shards of you
As I try to put you back together
“It will be okay” I say
As I try to keep my own pieces
From falling apart
Coffee. Write. Repeat. 
I happen to think these are brilliant poems. And I hate poems. Usually. I like these – a lot. You’ve an interesting way of wording things that I think I’d prolly follow if I wrote poetry.
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Aw well thank you 🙂 I’m flattered ❤
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