Can't wait for Adam and Kerri's wedding!

I love this purse! And I'm saving it for Adam and Kerri's wedding in August. Now I just have to find the perfect dress. LOL!

Day 30. Until Next Year.

Day 30. Bittersweet. For today's Read Write Poem prompt I decided to go back to yesterday's prompt. This is what I came up with. Until next year NaPoWriMo; it's been a slice.

Now onstage
Kidding the clowns
Is a toxic anger

The cost of delay
Is taking inventory
As death approaches

The headlines were taken from the New York Times online version.

Day 29. Haiku.

Day 29. Long day.

The wind hits my face
White butterflies fill the sky
I remember you

Day 28: Found.

A found poem for Day 28. This was taken from an email my co-worker Gabe, a.k.a. BFF.

60 minutes till the sun
bathes our complexions,
titillating the melanin
that brews deeply beneath
our pseudo professional attire,
as we navigate through hunger
and insecure times

Day 27: The end is near. I still adore you.

I wrote two poems using the same word. Is that weird?

You can find the prompt details here and other things to keep you busy at Read Write Poem.

Poem One:

A dream of you
Dancing into my world
On your white horse
Riding in like a knight
Except without the armor

Poem Two:

All this time
Deer in the headlights looks
Only helped to focus on
Revolving door secrets
Everything changes and you’re gone

Day 26: I wanted to say so many things...

Day 26. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's still really far away, but it's there. :)

Thanks to Read Write Poem for the wonderful prompt. And thanks to that poem that never quite worked out. Oh and thanks to Him.

I struggle to remember
the last time I felt like this.
The last time my heart raced
with an unabashed lack
of good intentions.

It must have been in college.
I don’t think I ever told about
who I was in college, but then
again, I don’t think you ever asked.

I want to ask what it is that you
want from me, but I don’t want to
ruin this with words.

So who’s to blame for your
busy hands? Me for allowing
you to touch everything your heart
desires without speaking up? Or you
for being so quick to explore and leave?

The heart wants what it wants and
want to pry you open. I want to pull
your insides out, to understand how
you are able to start and stop without
any regard for what is does to me.

Day 25: Are we there yet?

I love the fact that I'm writing everyday, but I am so ready for this month to be over. Here is my day 25 poem. I tried to work with the prompt from RWP, but no one was saying anything interesting near me... or maybe I just wasn't listening hard enough.

We can give it a try
Pull each other down
Then back up again
Move the baggage
To the corner
Sweep everything else
Under the rug and tug
At each other’s clothing
Like there’s no tomorrow
Because for us there isn’t
You belong to someone else
And I should know better