Day ? - Parasitic

I'm always here. Whether you want me or not

I'll be buzzing bright in the back of your mind. 

You saw sights holy and unholy. You forgot

what you wanted to say but there's still some kind

of pain inside - an ache to release me but

the pen the brush the keys pipes and strings

won't be enough to get rid of this rut

you find yourself in. Writing senseless things.

You know me. I simply snap at your synapses

(so vivid while you sleep) to try scare you at night,

bounce along each and every nerve like tappers

clacking across those thoughts humming light.

If not you should be scared. One day you'll know

the longing I bring but not know how to let go.

Day 5 - (free write from poetry class)

We had to do a ten minute non-stop free write in my poetry class today, then pick out ten lines that would constitute a poem. This is mine.

I don't wanna shine
some kind of light from inside.
Give me a pen, paper & some silence
I'll be happy
But then - then I'll beg another.

Another thought to pen
& another pen for drought
Never telling the truth, never
asking for more, only hiding until
the worst thing will have happened.

Day 3 - It's loud

It won't stop, I can't drop the

volume of this horrid rumble;

The sound swells in my head

Until -

Day 2 - Quiet

Some words you can't bear to hear;

the ones you think up yourself

trying to get a good night's sleep.

Day 1 - Like seeds like feathers we leave.

I know just how they fall, spinning
like it’s the best moment of their lives;
When they can float so feather-like
and dream of existing as free.

From those seeds on the trees to the weeds
underfoot I can feel the spots I have
fallen - like them - nursed by the earth
to health only to fall again.

I’ve left that divine gift, ungraceful but
so grateful; it’s the black silence I miss.