My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is the first dreamscape painting I ever did and it hangs on my mom’s wall. It’s called the Night Ballet. It’s about a ballerina nobody wanted because she didn’t look like ballerinas are supposed to look. But it’s ok because she finds a place she can be…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of digital art I created of a girl fulfilling her dream to be a ballerina. It flows through dance A tickle we cannot feel Not at first anyway But like a lovely seed That grows miraculously Or a painful thorn That digs and digs…
Cities built on forgotten feelings Stand for a little while waiting For the weight of emotion to come For the scale to balance our past For the foundation to give way Just so we can say “I sure miss you” And mean the words and know That the version we once were Will be gone…
I wonder if the stars are certain Or if the sun ever has a doubt Does sugar cane wish it was sour Does red velvet wish it was black Do plans dream of spontaneity Do words get tired of letters Can numbers feel their value Can believers ever be stayers I wonder if lions ever…
The world fell like confetti Through the black void of space Just poof A ball of dust and life gone No explosions or eruptions No trumpets or piano chords No bye bye Miss American pie Just melted skies drifting off Like lazy smoke looking For a new place to begin
Grief has its own set of lungs And tears that etch and burn Lyrical scriptures engraved Upon our very tongues Sorrow is a bright flame Slowly consumed by time And when the fire dies Love remains the same If mourning we must do Because life never lasts Then I hope I do it well To…
I trashed more posts this month than ever. The older I get the more meaningless I feel words are. Mine specifically. Everything feels noisy. My skin. The sky. Your hair. The weight of failure is noisy. I keep failing. It keeps screaming. But the weight isn’t as heavy as I thought it would be. Maybe…
There is a collective pain A bleary faucet that flows Spiritual hand me downs Into our hearts and souls Born empty and open Waiting to be filled As the pain begins to drip From one ancestor To the next. To the next. The unhealed wounds Broken and bleeding Into you and me Into all of…
The sky dropped to the ground And nobody even noticed I collected the stars at my feet And put them in my pocket Broken orbs of light Caught up in string Turning into stardust Inside my fabric locket And the world felt sad Broken and confused It was dark and cold Just an empty socket…
I reconciled an old wound As I slept and dreamed Old regrets never resolved Played out and laid to rest
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