Mind Games

Staying true to myself starts to feel like a
game
Trying to get the picture
But the truth's not in
frame
I've seen so many images
Don't know if my thoughts are my own
Screaming stay out of my head and leave me
alone

A Lump in The Throat

Rejection burned
A familiar ache
No matter how often she swallowed it
She never grew used to the taste

Wooed

Wrote this for English class, try and spot the vocabulary words :)


She'd counted on his good looks

She'd counted on his wits

But she'd never counted

On his countenance

Hadn't known his gentle smile

Would break down her every defense

Didn't realize even sensible girls

Fall for things that don't make sense

                                                             

With a profusion of charm

He offered her a rose

So fun and free of regular life

He seemed to offer repose

Six days after meeting

She was full of ardent "love"

Too enamored with his being

To notice his edges were rough

She started growing wistful

Around the time he started drinking

She pulled out a suitcase

But knew it was wishful thinking

All her friends had warned her

But she'd called them cynical

Her youth had slipped away

Her goals forgotten, unfulfilled

He was a different species

He was a great foray

They've been married 20 years now

Maybe she'll leave

Today

Heartburn

They told her not to touch the stove
They told her it was hot
They told her to keep her fingers back
They could easily get caught
They told her he seemed nice
For once, she was not warned
She never touched the stove
But she still got burned

Conclusion

The sweet taste of success drowns out all the rest! It is with great pride, tinged with relief, that I conclude my National Poetry Month Project of posting a poem a day. I am so thankful for everyone who checked in and read my work. It was that accountability that kept me going, even when I really really would have rather gone to sleep. If it wasn't for the fact that my blog was getting more views then it has gotten EVER I might have given in to the burned out feeling I got halfway through. In this month I have written almost as much poetry as I have in the entire rest of my life thus far. This is a really awesome personal accomplishment. By no means am I stopping here, but the flow of material will slow down considerably, hopefully to about once a week. This has been such a great experience! Thank you again readers one and all, for encouraging me to get something in the ink, even when I lacked inspiration!
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Bittersweet Memories/ Summer Vocabularies

Sea salt

Pearl

Thick silence

Dusk

Wildflower solitude

Scarlet stardust

Tender Confetti

Part with your spare change

Mermaids arise

Tart lemonade

Suppressed smiles

Morning dew

Stolen moments

Inhaling

You

Middle School in a Box

Humiliated Sweat

Mixed with crocodile tears

Layers of regrets

Form a fog that never clears

The “Fake” that is the fashion

The judgment via peers

Pandora’s Box condensed

In to three confusing years