NaPoWriMo- Day 5She used to try and catch butterfliesuntil she realized their beautyrubbed off on her fingers;but she will always be loving youwith those digits.20 years from nowwhen even the love on her armsis unrecognizable.
MizpahThe crying windbrings adeluge:lostand blurred atthe edges,youbecomeawhisper.
SpeechlessWriting is my passion.It's what I do.It's who I am.I can weave words easily, without thinking.But when I think of you,I'mspeechless.
sometimes i forget how to breatheAn overwhelming need to shut myselfunderwater and drink in my inevitabledeath. Crawl out to shore and gaspout apologies while tending to cut knees,but leave the internal damage. Find somethingto tether me to the ground, clutch itbetween pruned and shaking hands.Water drips off my nose, down my arms,plinks into the puddle in my lungs.I am drowning on dry land, chokingon the irresistible thought of you.
Insane LoveDon't.Hold my hand.Don't.Let me cry in your arms.Don't.Love me.Don't.Talk about love and the future.Don't.Tease me to cheer me up.Don't.Read over my shoulder the poem I'm writing.Don't.Speak to me.You'll learn to hate me...You'll learn to ignore me...Don't.I lied...Do.All of those things.And Run.Save me from myself.I'd ask you to do it.But.You're not real. You're caught in my mind.A character. A fake identity of a person I want to want me.Thats why don't.Because reality breaks me when you leave.
Shadow PuppetI worshiped you,madly thrumming against the walls,and you were unaffected by mybroken rhythm.Darkness surrounded me in my naivete,strangling the lightto mock my vain attempts at earning your attention.My flailing limbs drummed outdesperation against your cold stone.You did not move.Dance.Dance.Dance with me--the repetition of my futility.You wouldn't even do me the honorof holding me at arm's length.People stared,mesmerized by my disjointed movements,as random nerve endings fired.They saw only my self-destructing.You were the constant--you quickly became the scenery,unflinching at my every turn.They couldn't fathom the reasonfor my dissonant beating against the concrete;I was their circus of breathas I tried to bend what is certain.They watched,unwilling to quiet thethud, thud, thudding;and so, I danced.
Dotted Hearts I took a marker pen and played join the dots &
misunderstandings left. youwhen we finally felt right, turns out, we were wrong. I fell.
Frostbitten "Call it!" said Mako satisfactorily. They were all playing poker in his and Bolin's dimly lit tent and he just knew he was gonna win this round. "Ugh!" Korra groaned and threw her cards into the air. "I g-g-give up." She stuttered. Bolin threw in a couple of Yuans. Mako threw his cards down victoriously. His brother smiled mischievously. "I d-don't think s-s-so," he chattered. He laid his hand down and watched his firebending brother gawk. "What?!" he cried. "Not fair!" Bolin's blue lips stretched into a grin. "Is so," he countered. "You're the only w-warm one here, seeing as the fire can't be any bigger. I deserve s-s-something." Korra stared at them enviously. "At least you guys have something. I'm stuck here f-f-freezing to death and n-no cash." She muttered under her breath. "I'm gonna have frost bite by dawn." Bolin