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NaPoWriMo - Day 27

Never Enough

If only I could have four arms

Then I would wish for eight

If only I could split into two

Then I would ask for a third

If only I could move faster

Then I would try to teleport

If only I could have an extra hour

Then I would need an extra day

If only I could pause time

Then I would want to rewind it

If only I had enough

Then I would need to find more

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NaPoWriMo - Day 26

The Wicked Witch 

Take a deep breath. Its time to brace

For whatever storm cloud awaits

Behind your sickly smile

hiding venomous fangs

Today will you be kind and calm?

Or will pretence of importance

Win out again? Ready

For us to fall in line

Pretend we're your lambs to shepherd

For you, teamwork looks like orders

Given without a word

Expecting us to follow

Sacrifice peers for your ego

Minimise every molehill

And pretend they're not

Mountains forged from our flesh

You don't see how bright the sky is now

How much easier it is to breathe

No poison to choke on in the air

No more praying for the day you leave

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NaPoWriMo - Day 25

Still

You are never still

Don't believe the voices

That say you're stuck in place

trapped by puppet strings

Frozen in monotony

Because you are never still

Feel time tick in your lungs

Each breath brings the beat

That sets you moving

Through the rust and cobwebs

Yes you are never still

Every moment you stand in place

You still hurtle through space

Electricity flowing into 

Every step, every breath, 

Every blink

So you are never still

Even when you feel trapped

In cobwebs and wires

There's still time moving in your chest

Ready for you to move

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NaPoWriMo - Day 24

The First Step

Sometimes you don’t see it coming

Don't realise the step you took

Until you realised along the way

That you jumped paths 

Into something new

Bright potential spilling out ahead

And you cant even tell

Which step on this path was the first

Sometimes it looms

The first step

Off the cliff side into the unknown

Daring to send you plummeting

While you pray for a chance to fly

Either way you face

Something truly terrifying

One step. To change your whole world

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NaPoWriMo - Day 23

Nocturnal

There are some who are built for early morn

To greet the new dawn as an old friend

Blinding sunlight they happily adorn

Enjoying plentiful days without end

Nighttime to them is the call to rest

And the world sleeps with the sun kissed blessed

But twilight is the time I come alive

Mind fuelled by moonlight, no matter the stakes

No stopping my imagination thrive

Fatigue from the day gone when my mind wakes

The world wakes and sleeps by the light of the sun

But the starlight signals my day's begun 

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NaPoWriMo Day 22

Lost Lullaby

Take me back.

Back to when your laughter

Still lived in this house

Your siren song a ringing bell

That echoed in every hall.

Back to when I could marvel

At your joyful angel face so bright

Look at the precious innocence 

That shone in your sunshine smile

Back to when every heartache

Vanished with a hug and lullaby

Mother’s love could heal all wounds

While holding you soothed all mine

Back to before your light was gone

Silent halls and empty arms

Take me back. Take me back

So I can take my baby back once more.

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NaPoWriMo - Day 21

Ode to an Asskick on a Sunday Morning

When the sun lights the chosen battleground

That is when the comrades in arms arrive

Ready to bring banter, let friendships thrive

In this test of arms renowned 

Bring blood pounding in time with every blow

Weapons clash and clatter until lungs burn

Until each strike slows and weakens in turn

While strength and skill both grow

Only stop when the sun’s zenith appears

Mark the moment to rest with head held high

Break bread, regale those gathered with good cheer

While acquaintances become new allies

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NaPoWriMo - Day 20

A trio of haikus

The hurricane lands

A storm forever spinning

Ready to destroy

Who should take the blame?

When storms and oceans collide

Wreaking destruction?

Which god holds the most 

Responsibility when

Sea and sky battle?

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NaPoWriMo - Day 19

Sugar and Wine

How sweet you used to be, love.

All sugar and light

Bright and innocent and pure.

Too sweet for my palate

But I couldn't refuse another taste

Another touch, another kiss

Risking cavities for one more bite. 

Now look how they have burned you.

Sugar smoking into treacle,

Until there’s layers of bitter scents

Mixed amongst that sweetness I adore.

Pluck the grapes and press

Hide them away in darkness to ferment

And the wine will be deep and rich

And unrecognisable

From the fresh, sweet, perfectly ripe

Innocent grape

The flavour you bring now is heavy

Sticking to my tongue

Until you’re all I can taste

Biting bitterness and stinging sweet

Mixing down, down, down

Among layers of smoke and pain and need.

I will drown in you as you sour

And thank you for the meal

Yes. This bitter sweet flavour

suits you much better

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NaPoWriMo - Day 18

Multiverse

Time is no linear line. It’s a web

Stretching out from a core never perceived

Into an eternity of potential.

Every choice splits into new strands 

That grows new worlds in less than an instant.

Every life lived a thousand times and once

Never knowing what worlds might exist.

But if you could look beyond reality

Into the web to find your nearest strand

You would find a funhouse reflection

Of your face, on a person much like you

Unrecognisable. Unique. Alive.

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NaPoWriMo - Day 17

British Spring

What wonderful weather

Whistles past the window

Without rhyme or reason.

Wind turns to sunny rays

Turns to hail, to thunder

In less than a wink. 

All the seasons pass by

With only an hour lost

And the rest of the day left

To repeat the cycle. 

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NaPoWriMo - Day 16

Pride

Is it time to celebrate? Is it time to be proud

For rainbow paint and flags as capes

Pastel blue and pink emblazoned 

on shirts and sheets and posters

Laughs and cheers and songs 

echoing through the crowds

When we march, will it be with joy?

With love and pride and hope

To drown out the naysayers, the haters

By saying us existing banishes their shadows

So we can shine without restraint

Or will we be dressed for something darker

No capes in fear they might choke us

Tattoos covered and paint stowed away

In case the march becomes a chase

When we march, will it be pride or defiance

That echoes in every shaking step

And sets our voices trembling?

When they see our faces

What will that day of pride become?

When its time, what will we become? 

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NaPoWriMo - Day 15

(And with this I'm caught up on posting for my blogs. Also I'm running out of ideas so this one started from a meta place)

Halfway there

The midpoint is the hardest part

Worn down by the gruelling grind

That finish line too far away

To give its spark of motivation.

Here it’s only dark and dirt and sweat

Digging through mud for a nugget of gold

To treat and weave between calloused hands

Into something beautiful.

Limbs shiver from the cold

Brain fogged with fatigue

It would be so easy to stop.

But that’s happened before.

And you regret it every time.

Regret the treasures you planned but never built

The time you spend digging with no spoils

The dreams you cast out only to starve.

It’s the midpoint.

There’s no sign of the finish line.

But you dig down deep into the earth

Down to your shoulder, feeling blind

For that next little nugget of gold. 

And this time. You will find it.

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NaPoWriMo - Day 14

Your Worst Enemy

Air burns in your chest

You can’t do this

Your limbs losing strength

It’s a waste of time

Head too heavy to look up

It’s a waste of energy

Too afraid to meet their eyes

You’ll never succeed

Each step is so painful

Not when you’re this useless

Dragging reluctant feet and heavy arms

They are so much better than you

The next step feels impossible

You can’t hope to compare

But you take it anyway

You can’t hope to compete

Raise arms that try to turn to jelly

You will make a fool of yourself

Lift your head that wants to crouch and cower

They’re going to judge you

You know that you will lose

They’ll know the truth about you now

But failure is only temporary

Just give up

So try again

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NaPoWriMo - Day 13

Sherwood

There is nothing wild here anymore. No unruly underbrush beyond nettles and bluebells, kept away from wide paths made safe for buggies and bikes. Dive into the trees, stray from the road and still, every few steps there is a well trodden trail to overlap with another walker. Nature is alive and well and green and cultivated. A clearing here. A signpost to civilisation there. Artificial wilderness, made pretty for the masses to tramp over and ogle all the way to the crown jewel of the forest. In a throne of pillars bearing the weight of branches too old, too heavy, too worn by hands touching and feet treading.

But in the heart, where the trails are thin

You can see the trees speak to each other

Years of challenges and truces

Over sun and wind and space

Stretching out in branches that never touch.

Higher and higher, making bridges

For birds to rest and sing

And squirrels to skip over.

Winds whisper and whip through the trunks

Into a roar that echoes through the woods.

You could believe that creatures roam here

Those that hide from our touch wander

To hunt and herd and fight and live.

In the heart, away from our world,

The wild gathers and grows

And sings its symphony. 

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NaPoWriMo - Day 12

The Dungeon's City

Ghostly city carved of stone

Narrow brickwork alleys

Stretching from wall to wall

Within the monstrous chasm

Silent but for the squatters

Sneaking across cobblestones

To scout and hunt and raid

Avoiding icy spectres

Bound to life in limbo

Praying for a final end

For the torment to stop

For the Mad Mage to rest.

But no. No first comes fire

Scarlet scales growl and glimmer

Glowing eyes scan for something

Hunting. Hunting. Hunting.

For a legacy long gone.

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NaPoWriMo - Day 11

Another

Another call

Another step forward back to step one

Another plaster over broken bones

Still trying to bear weight

Another day with traitorous thoughts

Threatening my every breath

Waiting to be told how to live with them

Never rid of them, just exist with them

Another day of praying this time will work

That I won't need to be worse 

before they help me get better

Another waiting list, waiting, waiting,

Waiting to be fixed

To be told I'm not broken

To be told I'm unfixable

To be told I'm fine

To be told it's all in my head