Sunday, April 24, 2016


I hope I'll live up to your dreams.
And mine too.
But yours created mine,
And therefore take priority.
No, it's okay, don't feel bad.
My opinions mimic yours.
It's only natural.
Like the earth's rotation.
Or the sunset.

(NaPoWriMo 19)

give me danger

give me danger.
I'm not afraid.
I love that rush.
it's just a trade.
my life for yours,
no big deal.
you've got a future.
I lack appeal.
it's your legacy.
they believe in you.
all or nothing,
you're breaking through.


I didn't think this path would lead anywhere.
A lonely dead end.
But now I (the dreamer) am laughing in your arms.
More than just a friend.
If you (dear love) can treat me with kindness.
You're my God-send. 
A promise of silver coiled around my finger.
Hope will defend. 

(NaPoWriMo 17)

Friday, April 22, 2016

Night's a Dime

All or nothing.
Live it up.
Just have fun.
Never give up.
An undying death.
Frozen in time.
Sweet like sugar.
This night's a dime.
Hands thrown up.
Hear the beat.
If you dance now.
Won't know defeat.

(NaPoWriMo 16)

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


Your touch is like ice on my frosty skin.
I'm immune to your warm fingers of questioning.
If you ever loved this sorry heart, then love it no more.
I can't and won't return the favor of adoration.
The efforts you spend on me are for naught.
My heart is forever and always preoccupied.
An empty vault, full of sweet nothingness.
If it's a fairytale you want, look no further.
I'm not a princess, but rather, a queen.
And a queen doesn't need a knight in shining armor.

(NaPoWriMo 16)

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Down the Drain

It's a war zone.
Tanks line the pathway.
Flooded with blue lights.
Schools of thought,
divided by glass barriers.
Strong, but subtle.
She lifts each of her limbs,
Great effort in movements.
So close to victory,
Yet her boots are suctioned.
All those dreams and plans,
Down the drain.


Sunday, April 17, 2016


Seldom and hard to come by.
What many strive for endlessly.
Its allure shines brighter each day,
As we fail to achieve its glory.
One day we'll all capture it.
With hard work and love.
Given to us by Our Father,
He blesses our efforts with joy.

(NaPoWriMo 14)