2013 NaPoWriMo Day 24

Books Are Real

“If you will practice being fictional for a while you will
understand that fictional characters are sometimes more
real than people with bodies and heartbeats.”
- Richard Bach, “The Messiah Handbook”

Please leave me be, please get out now.
I wish to be left with my books -
in my head the characters bow.
Please leave me be! Please get out now!
They are great back-up in a row
when fighting illiterate crooks.
Please leave me be, please get out now.
I wish to be left with my books.

I wish to be left with my books.
By staggering piles surrounded,
all stuffed in the crannies and nooks -
I wish to be left with my books.
Characters circling above – hooks
on their backs – I’m astounded.
I wish to be left with my books,
by staggering piles surrounded.

By staggering piles surrounded
at peace with the world I will feel.
My love for books is unbounded
by staggering piles surrounded
and all I meet are confounded
when I choose fiction over real.
By staggering piles surrounded
at peace with the world I will feel.

2013 NaPoWriMO Day 23

Feast

Little crowlings on their first hunt -
fast they must be to find their feast.
Flying after the sheep flock’s runt,
little crowlings on their first hunt.
Without fear the lamb they confront...
Gloating they feed – dead is the beast.
Little crowlings on their first hunt,
fast they must be to find their feast.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 22

I’m Over You

You left me in my darkest hour to rediscover yourself you said
as you climbed in your car and drove away
I was lost without you – I saw you everywhere I went
in the spines of books as I wondered the library late into the night
in the songs on the radio as I drove to work every day
in the sudsy soap as I washed dishes from a meal for one
in the howling of the neighbour’s dog as I remembered the nights spent under the stars

You wrote me letters – one a week
I never opened them not even one
they lived unopened in a box under the bed

The pain you caused healed slowly
the jagged scars on my heart began to fade
I saw you less frequently now – my brain and heart vaguely remembering
the words
of love
of promises
of forever
that you whispered to me as we lay in our bed

One day I received a letter, confused I opened it,
realising only then that I had stopped thinking about you.
I had forgotten you; you were no longer part of my life.

Your letter said that
you missed me,
loved me,
realised that your home had always been me,
that you were coming back.

For a moment my heart beat with joy as I remembered
how I once loved you – but then I remembered as well
how you had left me and the pain that followed.
But more importantly
I realised I didn’t care anymore.
I had moved on – forgotten you – washed you out of my life.
I sighed, thinking to myself.
It is now your turn to feel the pain of heartbreak.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 21

Gaia

She birthed us in all
her glory – we give her a
slow and painful death.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 20

Again

In the black void
that was once my chest,
there used to beat a heart of flesh
but now
my heart is cold and silent –
a heart of icy steel.
It has been
battered,
broken,
abused –
hurt too often to heal.
Please don’t try to wake it
from the icy tomb where it sleeps.
Please don’t force down the walls
surrounding my heart.
I cannot glue the piece back together
again –
when you leave me
again.
Please don’t try to love me
again.

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 19

Love Me?

The rain follows me,
showing the world all the hurt
I carry inside.
Falling drops of pain engulf.
Did you mean those words of love?

You said you loved me.
I want to believe you but –
this rain cloud of hurt
follows me, growing my doubts.
Will you always be around?

2013 NaPoWriMo Day 18

Seasons of You

Sunlight in the Spring,
cherry blossoms in the wind
reminds me of you.

Fun time in the sun,
Summer’s heat brings back sad thoughts
of the love we had.

Fall comes much too soon,
falling leaves of fire reminds
me of broken hearts.

Winter snow covers
memories of your body
lying in the snow.