Monday, November 30, 2009

Numbers Poem

Two years we've been together,
two years, almost three.
Two years we've loved and fought,
two years, we've lived happily.
Two years we've been together,
two years- the best of my life.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Thankful Poem

Dark days surround us all,
as we all struggle in ways
many of us aren't used to.
Yet many of us often forget
about what we already have.
I have health, hearth and
home. I have family, friends,
and work. My books, my
movies, my yarn, my writings.
I struggle, I yearn, and yet I
am comfortable. I am
thankful for that.

Temperature Poem

The temperature is dropping outside,
but here inside the temperature is
rising steadily as we wrap
ourselves around each other and
fold into ourselves under
soft blankets.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Invention Poem

To the person who invented
the story, and the person who
first wrote that story down,
thank you. Your inventions
have not only transported
me through time and across
the globe, but they have
helped me see life through
the eyes of others. The book
has helped me grow and
learn, and become the
woman I am today, as
well as thoroughly
entertained me. I'm not
sure exactly who
invented the book, or
how many there were, but
I know I owe them (or him
or her) a great debt
of thanks.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Attachment Poem

My attachment to you grows stronger
every day that I'm with you. Words
and acts of love and kindness, your
compassion and understanding
bind me to you tighter and tighter
with my every breath. I fear
the day when this bond, this
tie breaks and shatters my
heart-and world-right
along with it. Yet this
attachment steadily increases
every season, and I am powerless
to stop it.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Clouds Poem

Clouds backstroke across
the sky, changing from pure white
to blackened pillows.

Lines poem

Some lines just shouldn't be crossed,
and he crossed it. He fell in love.
With me. That wasn't part of the
plan. That wasn't supposed to
happen. Now we stand face to face
in confrontation, acting out a scene
from a bad romance movie. It seems
I must choose my candidates
more carefully in the future.
But for now, punishment
is in store for this one. Maybe
in the future he'll stay
on the right side of the line.

Renewable Poem

When the sickness was at its worst,
and I was closest to death,
a stranger cloaked in scarlet
pushed a foul concoction into
my mouth. It burned its way
down my throat, bleeding into
my veins. My strength regained,
my color returned, my life renewed.
The stranger merely smiled and
left the room. He spoke nothing
of payment, but I do not doubt
that I will see him again. He
always has a price, which
differs from soul to soul.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

If Only Poem

If only I had enough
money to buy us a house,
so that we didn't have
to make special plans.
I want to wake up next
to you every morning,
not just twice a week.
If only I had enough
money to take careo
f the both of us.
I would do everything
in my power to care
for you and
If only.

Two for Tuesdays

Love Poem:
When you're in love, it shouldn't be
so difficult to write a simple love
poem. But there are so many
expectations and so much pressure to
be romantic and brilliant, especially
if you're writing for or about
someone in particular. Well, I'm
neither brilliant nor poetic, but
I do love you. I just don't have
a creative way to say it. I don't
know if love is worth all of the
trouble, but I am glad that
I have you. I love you.

Anti-Love Poem:
I've been up all night long
crying my eyes out. He
stood me up, then dumped
me for being too demanding.
What is the point of all
of this? It clearly isn't
worth it. I'm just
exhausted, and my time
has been wasted.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Plant Poem

No one was supposed to find out
who you really are. You were a
plant, a spy, meant to keep
tabs on my daughter. Now you
lie on a cold metal table in
a morgue. I don't have to
ask how you ended up here-
no doubt you fell preyto
my daughter's charms and
she sniffed you out. Shame.
But I can't look back. No,
I need a new plant.
Something more...robust.

Fedor vs. Rogers

The blood from the Russian
spills from his nose,
into his mouth, down his
chin and chest, onto the
bare torso of his opponent.
He is visibly tiring, but
he keeps throwing punches.
He never stops fighting.
He breathes heavily through
his mouth- his nose broken.
From nowhere, one punch
drops his foe to the mat,
and in a matter of movements,
the Russian defeats
the American.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Two for Tuesdays

(write a negative and/or a positive poem)

Negative Poem:
So much is wrong with
today, I don't even need
to write a poem.

Positive Poem:
Life is hard and tough,
it's road is long and rough,
but I'll have no reason to cry
as long as I have you by my side.
You give me the strength to carry on,
you are my joy, my sun.
You never cease to make me smile,
you make this life worthwhile.

Different Angle

So, I'm hanging from this tree branch,
admiring my shiny red skin,
when this girl comes up and pulls me
off my perch! Yanks me just as hard
as you please and drops me into a bag
with all my neighbors. It's dark,
and we keep bumping into each other.
We see light again,and I'm pulled
out of the bag. I'm being skinned alive!
Oh god! What is this?
"What are you making? a deep voice
"Apple pie."
I die, so these monsters may live.

Entering Something New

The sun rises slowly in the east.
I stretch and get out of my chair.
The streets are coated in deep fog-
I can barely make out the cars below.
A figure stirs in my bed,
tangled up in the sheets.
We enter into a new day.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Writing Month

So, this month is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel. Beginning, middle, and end. I have an idea. Maybe two. Maybe I'll just write a collection of stories that total up to 50,000 words. There's an idea. Anyways, it's also the November Poem-A-Day challenge over at I'm also behind on my ficlet prompts. Guess what I'll be doing this month? If you're lucky, I'll keep you posted with my progress.

What I'm reading: Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
What I'm listening to: Just Dance by Lady Gaga
Quote of the day: "You're sweet. I almost wish you were dead." ~Odd Thomas, Dean Koontz