OctPoWriMo – Day Thirty-One – String

String yourself together
see how well you hold up
against reality.
Might be long enough to matter.

r.l.w


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Day Thirty

OctPoWriMo – Day Thirty – Collapse

I watched a star collapse
and the world disintegrate
into dust, atoms washing over the universe
the sky breaking up into time.

What’s left is just heart
holding onto the last bits of life
stars that circle into the infinity
pulling us apart forever.

We don’t really see it
but we certainly feel,
torn and tumbling to the end of existence.
where only the emptiness will remember us.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo – Day 30

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Nine – The A487 Is The Road To Everywhere Here

Home

Home

The A487 Is The Road To Everywhere Here

In the darkness between llannau
there is sudden realisation –
I could be anywhere.
The wrong side of my village,
the wrong side of the world
where there are less lights
and few stars to be seen
through the clouds that cover
the acres of valleys and hills
that envelope us in what we hope is safety.
I could be anywhere
could be outside my comfort zone
too far from home, too far from anywhere I know
The headlights show me little,
grey tarmac I can find anywhere
that tells me so little
and until those faint white lights come into view
I could be anywhere
even if there is no where else to go.

r.l.w

Llannau is a Welsh word, for church or village, and is usually a prefix in village names i.e Llanon the church of Non etc.

OctPoWriMo – Day 29

OctpoWriMo – Day Twenty – Eight – Sorry

Some days I don’t have it in me.
All those words pile up behind my eyes
inside my mind
and I don’t have enough in me to get them out
put them down
share them around.

Sorry.

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Seven

I am not afraid of you.
Why should I be?
I stand tall with weapons I have crafted from words.
I will always have judgement
and higher ground
from the moment those words leave your mouth.

I have little to fear
because I know I am honest and beautiful in my reality.
I take steps to determine my soul is clean
for whatever comes when I’m gone.
For whatever comes before then.

Perhaps I will see you soon,
you know where I will be, I am honest and free.

I win every time
regardless of the outcome.

r.l.w

Half inspired by Gamer Gate and this the last words of this Iranian woman – Reyhaneh Jabbari. Her last words will be more profound than any poetry.

OctPoWriMo – Day 27.

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Six – Our World

Anxiety and exhilaration
mix into something I can’t quite
work out well enough to breathe properly.
A soft skin around a softer soul
and I’ve really made my way home
Life’s no breeze and I can’t quite handle the storms.
It’s supposed to be easy,
supposed to be beautiful
and it is, it is, but
why the hell do I feel so bad
with every passing moment
without you in my bed.
I can’t face the harsh realities of the world without you.
I can only live in our world.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Four

What I write
and what I live
are separate promises I can’t keep.
Never mind
that I’m in too deep
and wrapped around both worlds
like a chrysalis.
This is not for you though.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo // Day 24

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Three – RIP

R.I.P

Give a little more with your grief.
Or perhaps step back and stay away.
This isn’t your moment you know,
you’re still standing and no one’s missing you.
But someone, someone somewhere is gone,
you don’t need to stay a word
like they don’t need to breathe.
It’s not enough, to say the usual.
It can be enough to say nothing.

r.l.w

Inspired by this article.

OctPoWriMo – Day 23

OctPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Two – Kissing

She kisses me
whispers of love on my lips
and lines of soft skin
shaped and smiling
as they slip and slide over mine.

There’s a taste of honey
and a push of generosity
over and over.
She’s my sweetheart
in all honesty.

These moments are mine alone now,
I savour them
slowly and with sorrow,
do I pull away.
She smiles, and it’s okay, then.

r.l.w

OctPoWriMo.org // Day 22