#napowrimo2016

[terimariedegree]

#longday flows into a #longnight This is a #tritina poem from #napowrimo2016 I actually like the recycling of words and am putting this in the maybe #revise pile if any #poem revisions happen this week though it'll be something I started last year that I've been thinking about and finally just found #neway being happy about #humpday is a mental choice so is being happier on Fridays or less so on Mondays... best wishes for your remembering the role you play in your day. #poetryisnotdead #igpoet #poetsandwriters #instagrampoets #poetsandwritersofinstagram #igpoets #bymepoetry #throwbackpoem #flashbackpoetry #catapult #bewhatyoudream https://www.instagram.com/p/B7VGM-5lxOp/?igshid=1huk91vtio0ni

[terimariedegree]

#miscarriage is an interesting phenomenon #imo what's fascinating at the root is the variance in what it means to people. This #poem and others I've written is one perspective. #fromthearchives #napowrimo2016 #throwbackpoem #wombpoetry #loveandloss #tomb #beforetherainbow #jeremiah1v5 #2016poem #poetryisnotdead #igpoet #poetsandwriters #instagrampoets #poetsandwritersofinstagram #griefpoetry #writeitout #poetsofinstagram #catapult #bewhatyoudream https://www.instagram.com/p/B7C26-mls1G/?igshid=1wynp4do2nxzr

[workisplay]

Far, Far Away

my dad was born in 1960

             and was 17 when star wars

                           was in theatres and millions

            were wowed by light sabers,

x-wings, and the death

             star.  I saw the prequels

                         as a teen but prefer

            the original trilogy; darth

vader was commanding

             and intimidating and not

                         a kid complaining about sand.  

             I donned boba fett’s armor

for halloween and constructed

             plastic star destroyers,

                        knowing this is a world that

             would accept even me,

a chubby, weirdo queer kid

             from a small town in west virginia.

                     I camped in line for tickets

             to see the force awakens

and cried when han was

              reunited with the millennium

                      falcon.  last christmas,

              I finally asked my dad about

the ultimate experience, being

              the perfect age at the perfect

                      time in history, he said

                                  I’ve never seen it, I’m not really

                                               a sci-fi person

[poetrycorner]

Alive (20/30)

Long after the mind gives up, the spirit hopes.

[ominousgoat]

NaPoWriMo2016 Conclusion

“Yesterday was the last day of NaPoWriMo and for the first time I was actually able to accomplish what I set out to do; I wrote 31 poems over 30 days. A lot of them didn’t turn out too well, many were just fillers so I wouldn’t fall behind a day, but I think there were a few that I was really happy with. So here are a few I want to highlight for various reasons. 

“Eyes”  - The first poem of the month. Short and sweet, it kind of sets the theme for the rest of the month. 

“Bridges” - I wish I was able to make this one better. I love the idea but the execution fell a bit short. It’s basically meant to be about my inability to form lasting, meaningful relationships. 

“The Burn” - This is one I wanted to write for a long time and I’m relatively happy with how it turned out. 

“One Foot, Part I and Part II” - I really wish I could have done this idea justice. It’s my words laced in between the lines of the opening verse of “One Foot In Front of the Other” by Emilie Autumn, which is the song I most commonly sing to myself at random times. 

“I Wrote This Five Years Ago” - Aptly named because I technically wrote the basis of this five years ago. It was for someone and I never finished it and so they never knew about it. This was probably the hardest for me to write because it was in me for so long and things are different now. 

“Strings 2016″ - A poem about a poem about a poem. Pretty much covers my journey over the past 5 years. I also think this should have been my final poem of NaPoWriMo2016. 

and finally my favorite:

“She Was Like The Ocean” - This was really important to me. I think the analogy is spot on, even if I think it wasn’t my best work. To me, the significance of it means more than the quality.

[artsysisters]

Thirtieth

And now we move on. Spring bleeds into summer, heat clearing out the rain. I'm glad to see it go because I truly do believe that April is the cruelest month. Maybe I'm too fond of T. S. Eliot. But I digress. And now we move on. We go our separate ways. Some of us are staying here but others are moving across the country. I don't think I could leave if I tried. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm afraid I won't come back. And now we move on. And now you can go. You don't have to stay here and put up with the people who make life hard. I want you to be happy. I won't hold you back. We change and we love and we leave. ( things will be different and that's okay )

[artsysisters]

Twenty ninth

Bring me the ocean in a bottle of blue glass, sand clinging to the bottom. Bring me a field of flowers in a basket of brown straw. Bring me the moon in a dainty white teacup. Bring me a matching sugar bowl of stars. Bring me the wind in a small wooden box. (Bring me the world in your dreams.)

[artsysisters]

Twenty eighth

Words trail down your chest like heavy necklaces. Chains weighing on your lungs. They pull you down as you try to breathe. When has a poem been forgiving? ( a poet is a martyr )