Day 7. Did someone say nicknames? Because I've had many.

Today was tough. I had many ideas, but nothing seemed to come of them. I hate that I've been relying on the Read Write Poem prompts so much, but I am very thankful to have them available. Today they suggested the nickname prompt, of which I've had many. Some that have stuck are Sweet Pea, Bunny, Pepper, Jez, and J-Dogg 4. The ones that appear in this poem were given to me by my family. Boo is what my mother calls me, Princess is what my father calls me, and Jess is what my brother calls me. For the longest time he was the only one allowed to call me Jess; now it's what most people call me. I apologize for the epic explanation.

I Have Been

My real name is Jessica

I have been
Boo
She who always
Put family first
Carried her fair share
Of the load
Always came home on time

And never once
Disappointed her mother

I have been
Princess
A bookworm
Reading by flashlight
Under the covers
Waiting for her father
To make it right

Because Jessica gave up
A long time ago

I have been
Jess
The big sister
Huddled in bed
Arms tight around
Her little brother
Waiting for the fighting to end

That’s still me
I am who I’ve always been

It's day six and I'm nothing but bones.

The Laugh by Pensiero

Day 6, Poem 6.

Inspiration courtesy of Pensiero's The Laugh and readwritepoem.com.

Nothing but Bones

You stand alone
No excess baggage
As passersby
Keep passing by

They pretend
You go unnoticed
Pretend to look
Right through you

No one bothers
To comment
On how thin you look
But they think to themselves
Nothing but bones

You smile,
Then laugh
Because you know
One day they’ll be
Nothing but bones too

Losing Momentum. Gaining Speed.

It's day five and I'm already losing momentum. Hopefully a burst of creativity will spark within the next few days. On the bright side, once I get an idea that I like the poem does seem to evolve faster than usual for me. I take the good with the bad and hope something half way decent comes out. A side note: Italicized words are from the readwritepoem.com prompt for today. The complete list of words I had to choose from is located at the bottom of this posting. Now, without further ado, here is today's installment:

A Series of Meaningless Events

Wipe this

Empty that

Love, honor, cherish

Measure the width
Between two distances,
Come up empty

Bask in the glow

Watch that temper

Remember to breathe

Slither into bed

Plead with the pillow

Wake up,
Alone

Here is the list of words I had to choose from: Nemesis, Bitter, Sweet, Sugar, Patch, Love, Relish, Honor, Thief, Tackle, Scales, Passive, Wisdom, Crane, Wealth, View, Flow, Aggressive, Youth, Contain, Fragments, Signs, Loss, Bend, Hinder, Rise, Low, Point, Master, Life, Missed, Temper, Slither, Court, Spent, Press, Spot, Pillow, Wipe, Panic, Empty, Width, Bask, Plead, Frosted, Glow, Armor, Beauty, Close.

Day 4...

I'm not particularly happy with poem #4 for NaPoWriMo, but I'm pressed for time today. This was written in less than 15 minutes, so I guess I can't complain.

A Glossy Ruin

Brick homes
That once seemed so
Indestructible
Have been successfully blown down
By the Big Bad Wolf

Cars slip into vast holes
Courtesy of black ice
No
It’s Black Honey
And it tastes good

Children dream
Of the bright side
Adults pretend
There’s something to look forward to
On the other side of the rainbow

A world full of Mimosa Blossoms
And Pink Champagne

A brief side note: I went to the mall today looking for a lipgloss called Black Honey. After purchasing it I decided that I wanted to work Black Honey into my poem somehow. On the drive home I tried to come up with some ideas, but was unsuccessful. When I got home I immediately checked readwritepoem.com to see the prompt for today. The site suggested using paint color names or eyeshadow names and linked to the Clinique website. Coincidentally the gloss I purchased was from Clinique. I thought it was fate, so I used gloss names.

And then there were three...

With this being day three of NaPoWriMo readwritepoem.org suggested the poetry prompt of "three in a row". I decided to write three lunes. Short and sweet, plus I they're a bit of a change for me considering I never write lunes.

#1
My heels, unsteady
falling fast into the cracks
a welcomed distraction

#2
Hold on tight
I can shake you off
at any time

#3
Saint Peter waits
put in a good word
for me, please

No pictures. Just words.

National Poetry Month
Poem2

Torabelle

I imagine
her name,
face,
date of birth.
All the defining characteristics
that make her so attractive.

I imagine the way
she looks up from a book
the moment you
walk into the room.

I imagine your eyes
so fixed on her body
you forget all about me.

I breathe a sigh of relief.
I don’t have to disappoint you tonight.

I piece the fragments
together.
Think back
to when the phone calls
stopped coming in.
Pinpoint
the exact moment
you fell in love with her.
It makes me quite sick.

I imagine
her being incredibly delicious,
irresistible even.
The exact opposite of me.
I’m hard to swallow,
easy to forget.

Replaceable,
or so it would seem.

Side note: I don’t normally use punctuation in my poetry, but I know people who do and I’ve always envied them. I thought it would be fun to give it a try. It wasn’t.

April is National Poetry Month

To celebrate I am going to write at least one poem a day for the month of April. This will be a challenge for me. I was going to start off with a Lune, but pieces of this came to me in the middle of the night so I decided to go with it.

Untitled

Lights are flashing
Nerves take over

Everything beyond touch
Is left patiently waiting

Elsewhere,
Heaven is crashing into stars