Quiet - NaPoWriMo2017 #11

Quiet

 There is no quiet 

In me. 

There is no Zen 

In me. 

Instead

There is a deep 

Yearning

Churning

My thoughts 

In foamy waves 

That need Listeners,

Readers, Friends. 

Does a poem exist

With no one to read it?

My poems 

Are made by you

As if my waves 

Found a beach

To crash on. 

There is no quiet 

In me. 

Flying - NaPoWriMo2017 #10

Flying

Flying was the

First thing

That ever

Exhilarated 

And terrified me

In equal measure. 

I remember being 3

Barely held in

By the seat belt

Straining, 

As if I wanted

To fly, myself. 

At 23,

I'm white knuckling it.

Remembering to breathe,

Yet. 

Somehow

Beyond the fear,

The world is beneath me

And somewhere inside

I am still

Straining 

To fly. 

The Coming of Spring - NaPoWriMo2017 #9

The Coming of Spring

Spring springs

My restless heart

And I want to

Outpace the place

Where cherry blossoms go. 

I want a new life

A new me

A new everything

Reborn. 

I am always

Running away

In the Spring

Even if the adventure

Is to

Go Home.  

Smiles - NaPoWriMo2017 #8

Smiles

I think

Smiles sometimes

Are like

Performance art. 

You hone them

To perfection

And practise 

In front of

An audience 

Suspended in disbelief. 

My smiles are masking

An age old weariness. 

And I am very good

At performing. 

But often

My smiles

Don't reach

My eyes. 

(Must practise harder)

Guinness - NaPoWriMo2017 #7

Guinness 

Anxiety is 

Like being without

A cold, calming

Pint of Guinness 

In your hand. 

To soothe you

To make you

That gregarious 

Being that you are. 

Anxiety clouds you,

Unlike the cold, crisp

Freshness

Of the Pint

That makes you

Befriend the world. 

Anxiety is

The absence of 

Guinness

Choking

All that you are. 

Illegible - NaPoWriMo2017 Day #6

Illegible

My blood leaked

Ink into words

As far 

I go back

And though 

Sometimes I believe 

I wrote this life 

Into being,

The ink 

Spills in scrawls

I cannot decipher. 

Are these

The secret sorrows

We muffle

Into pillows

When the greatest

Fear

Is to look at

Our own humanity? 

Losing - NaPoWriMo2017 #5

Losing

I don't like losing

Although I hide it well

(I'm lying).

I'm selfish

Self centred

Accept no divinity

Other than my humanity

Yet. 

I fall to my knees

In worship

In adoration 

In wonder

In supplication 

When. You. Smile. 

I don't mind losing

When I am losing

All that I am

To you.