Napowrimo Poems

Napowrimo Day5: Myth's Passing

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Ancient
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Ancient powers forever lost
Mourn their passing
When time stands still.
Wander over hill and dale
March along the river's edge
On no occasion to be found.
Again, sweet song sung by the water
Beauty's incarnation to see the light nevermore.

Napowrimo Day4: the Surrealism In Heartbreak

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Adveristy
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Termination inbound on the day
Ruminating over the cause
Sudden pain caused by fellowship

Heartstrings hand-plucked, wrought with strife
You take a bow, adversity on your fingertip
Perfectionist performance, chimerical display.

Napowrimo Day3: Echo's Response

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Looking down from the edge of the world,
I hear screams and a cry for help;
Wanting to reassure a tormented soul, I replied with a soothing tone,
An ache in my heart as I embrace it's suffering;
You found peace and comfort in yourself,
Leaving me behind, I fade away with a sigh;
I

Napowrimo Day2: the Eloquence of the Poet

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Eloquence
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Many of the greats in poetry are said to be eloquent beings,
Well-versed in language as well as the human mind, soul, and heart.
Their legacy of distinct impressions;
Such aureate diction surely leaves the world a more vibrant, colorful place,
But at times I wonder: Do THEY leave this world more vibrant?

Napowrimo Day1: Time's Eternal Cycle

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Death and life, 
Time slips past
As one ends, yet another begins:
Carcasses are left to rot,
While their counterpart is all but forgot.
Yet why the difference in care,
Between mortality's apprentice
And life's most fair?

Anxiety

One moment you are sitting still,
the other you're not. The worst 
moment for anxiety to hit is 
probably when you least expect
it. Can you expect it though? It
waits for you to be weak, or to
be your happiest self. It strikes
when you feel nothing and then 
your whole world comes collapsing.
Anxiety, holds you hostage in your
own

A Paranoid Hate Poem

The walls piercing through their plaster,
as if watching me, mocking me, there
are four. I'm locked in a room and my 
demons are feeding on my mind. The 
bed shakes sometimes, and sometimes 
it refuses to move, it holds me close 
and screams that it'll never let me go. 
I'm locked in a room and my

Public Service Announcement

Breathe in...
                            ...2
                         

To Whomsoever It May Concern

Can you breathe? 

The air passing you by, the 
moments too. The undesired
quest of knowing and not 
knowing. The inability to rest.

Can you smell? 

The bodies, rotten and dunked
in blood, with no one to pay 
heed to. Then waiting in despair
with no one in the waiting. 

Can you taste? 

The salt in their eyes, the

Notes From the Journal

For those who alone did trot,
waiting for a miracle to come,
they often are not looking too,
for a sign to pass them by. Done 
with the world, evading their 
shadows, holding it by the helves.
For they don't need anyone to survive, 
they are whole in themselves.

Incredulous

They tell me not to read mythology and 
believe aimlessly what is forever told. 

Of the formation of this universe, the 
chaos that metamorphed into the sun,
the stars, the planets, you and me. The 
violent rage and act of defiance by
Amnon and his death acting as a deterra
-nce, probably the first where the crime 
did

Questions Unanswered

In the quest of knowing and not 
knowing, the remembering is
what baffles me profusely.
For I shall never know
what it holds for me
and what it holds 
against
my solemn 
self.

Yugen

Can you hear the music
           echoing in the streets?

There are voices too doleful
           to take no notice of. 

Can you hear them scream
           and crying

We Exist

I don't know which type I am. The A
type which is always ready to for an
adventure, would want to talk on the 
phone and not really on the message 
Or the B type, the one who really lie low, 
loves to be left alone with their
thoughts, just need a book and coffee. 
I don't know

Welcome To My Ted Talk

I've come to a halt. My body
doesn't want to move, it is
breathing out air, inhaling and 
exhaling but moving, no. It is
done, I am done, my brain, my
body, every nerve in my system is 
done. I recently watched this 
show called “Feel good” in hopes
to feel good myself, and it hit me
like an epiphany, how

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