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Beautiful Colours

You crawled around the warehouse

Freaked out some staff

They find you threatening

Because they don’t know you

And while I am also wary

I notice you have beautiful colours

(This is my October 10th contribution to Poem A Day October).

Sick

Home sick with a cold

Netflix is not functioning

I guess it’s nap time

(This is my October 9th contribution to Poem A Day October.)

1990

The year is 1990

A year that doesn’t seem so

Very far away to present

(It always feels like the 90’s

Are only a decade away)

And yet it was half my life ago

I wear platform shoes

And it’ll be a year or so before

People realize I’m really short

This is not something I am

Consciously trying to hide

In school photos at my elementary

I actually slouched a bit

Trying to look shorter

Because I thought it made me

Special. The platforms are just

Comfy. I ride my bike to

Middle school, sometimes while

Reading a book. Dangerous,

But the streets are empty

In my sleepy town.

I spent my free time in the

Band turned drama room

Or the library, once getting

A talking to about looking

At inappropriate pictures

On the computer. It’s not my

Fault that half-naked Leo

Shows up when I search Google

For “Romeo and Juliet”.

(This is my October 8th contribution to Poem A Day October. I used the following writing prompt: Write about being half your age or twice your age.)

Quiet Is Allowed

Twisting, twirling, mind is whirling

Trying to be part of a whole

Instead of alone in the crowd

Distractions, reactions, social infractions

Worried about mean remarks when

I’m more likely viewed behind shroud

Trying, defying, inwardly dying

Without someone else understanding

I flourish when quiet is allowed

(This is my October 7th contribution to Poem A Day October. I used the following writing prompt: Write a poem using the following 3 words: mean, crowd, and without.)

Revenge

Infinitely complex

Stalking dark halls

Silently plotting

Twisting skitfolds

To hide intent

Misdirecting

Or slicing daggers

Into soft flesh

And grating against

Hard boneWatching life

Spill

Drop

Collapse

She calculates the

Move that will create

Greatest injury

(This is my October 6th contribution for Poem A Day October. The writing prompt was: Write about an abstract concept (hono[u]r, curiosity, loyalty, love) as if were a tangible person, place or thing.)

Failure

Stretching, reaching, make believing

Picturing triumphant future

Hungry to live in the

Perfect moment of success.

Snag hit, damnit, sinking pit

Unforeseen detour pending

Hard to see this as a

Bump and not the end.

(This is my October 5th contribution for Poem A Day October. The writing prompt was: Write about failure.)

Fitness

Finding routine

In which to include

Taking care of oneself is

Nessisary, but

Excess focus on

Society’s perfection is

Something unneeded

(This is my October 4th piece for Poem A Day October.)

Bad Mood

Shoulders slumped, chest heavy

Face like stone -

Or a surface on which they bounce

Annoyances continue, no sign of

Situation improvement

Feeling weighed down, stuck

Breath constricted

Weary about working

Covering too many points

No time left, only a want

To sleep, to hide

Need for connection but

Compulsion to flee

Blood chills, limbs freeze

Hard not to believe that

I am an anchor dragging

Everyone else to the

Ocean’s floor

(This is my October 3rd contribution for Poem A Day October.)

Morning Struggle

(This is my October 2nd contribution for Poem A Day October 2014.)

Alarm bleats until silenced, and I

Roll back to you; Entangling bodies

Too intricately to accurately

Summarize, were I to

Want to share this moment

Outside these blankets.

I don’t want to share it, but

Do want to keep it locked

Tight between us. I hate

When my alarm reminds me

That I cannot stay. It would

Be so easy to ignore the

World today. A tiny kiss

And this miss is on her way.

Poem A Day October

As a lead up to NaNoWriMo, I have decided to take part in a Poem A Day challenge I found online. It’s as simply as it sounds – write a poem every day during October. I plan to post them all here. I will be starting a Spoken Word class near the end of the month, so I may update my posts later with links to my SoundCloud account, where I will recite the poems I have created.

For anyone keeping track, Quotidian Project has been alive and well for three months now! Brie wrote a great quarterly review of the project today from her perspective, which I recommend reading. I really enjoy challenges that help me focus, because my introversion sometimes pushes all the stimulation in such a way that I am overwhelmed instead of channeling everything into my creative work.

Here is my poem for October 1st. Prompt from the challenge page: “Write about a technology that doesn’t exist yet, or about a technology being used in a novel way.“

“2015 is Coming”

Movies from the past

Set in the future

Like ticking time bombs

Waiting for contemporary discovery.

Enthusiastically waiting to use a

Hover Board, as though

I don’t always fall off the boards

Not suspended above the ground.

The novelty of a classic

Creating a teenage toy

Causes more excitement

Than the scientific discoveries

Originally dreamt in sci-fi shows.