So... November's almost here which means... NaNoWriMo! Sorry I haven't posted. Been having a rough time recently. This poetry blog will temporarily become an outlet for my frustrations during NaNo. Starting with the fact that I have eight days left, and four chapters (mostly) outlined. Why is outlining so hard? I've got this story all in my head, and trying to pin down specifics is like pulling teeth! I'll try and start poetry blogging again, but it probably wont be daily till December.

Red

Red...
is the pain that Blue leaves behind,
is the fire of anger that blasts through,
is a smell of ammonia and smoke,
is a bitter; tart taste,
is an all-consuming color,
are the wounds on and within a body,
is something that leeches away strength,
will fade but never leave hiding parts of itself
     in unsuspecting places,
is a percentage of me.

Blue

Blue...
is knowing hopes fall through the cracks,
is desolation of a cracked family,
is a soothing smell with a sour edge,
is a numbing thickening of the tongue,
is a moment lost while there was still hope in the mind,
is a body feeling too heavy to move,
is cousin to Purple,
is me waking up.

Opposite

The harder you push me up,
the further I fall.
The stronger my grip,
the weaker the hold.
I'm always an opposite,
what works for others,
never works for me.

Falling

Screaming through the air,
without sound,
down I go,
dazed and lost.

How did I go off that cliff,
built, layer by layer,
full of vigor.
and hopes.

The higher you go,
the faster you run,
from the bottom,
the longer,
more deadly,
the fall.

S.D.  (Original 10/4/11)

Upside-down

Looking around,
waiting,
wondering,
how did she reach this place?
This place of upside downs,
    and inside outs?
Water destroys and fire cleanses,
she entered through a window and opened a door.

She's looking at all the people,
smiling,
laughing.
She used to laugh, too.
Some still pass stories down about it.

Now she's lost wondering why,
when she tries to laugh she can't breathe,
when she tries to smile her face becomes numb,
when she tries to reach her arm gets burned.

Cool and Heat

Air flows over me,
Slightly feverish heat,
goosebumps travel up my arms,
baking from the outside in,
and around my neck.
tingling on my epidermis.


Hair blows lightly,
Dogs pant wetly,
tickling the back of the neck.
eyes searching for water.


S.D (Original 10/2/11)

Cautionless

You didn't bother,
to be cautious.
You charged ahead,
without thinking of the future.
You lept,
without taking the time to look.

Now you find yourself,
alone.
Such a strange place,
full of nightmares,
and dreams.

You fight,
back to the place you belong.
You wander,
searching for a way home.
You hope,
home is still there.

Many days and nights,
spent searching.
Until you find that passage,
the decision to walk through or not.
When you decide,
that day will be marked.
No one can see your mind,
leaving you peace,
to decide.

S.D. (original 10/1/11)