Napowrimo: Poem #8

YAY! Another fun prompt. I always joke around with my boyfriend about how I can remember ever crush I've ever had and FINALLY I get to put it to use (lol). I tweaked the original prompt a little for today's poem but but I didn't stray to far. So....ENJOY!

I guess you can say I’ve always been a little boy crazy

Because it all started

In pre-kindergarten

When this little boy TOLD me

He was my boyfriend

And under the lunch table

He held my hand

Then in 2^nd grade a another little boy

Chased me under a table

Asked me for a kiss

But he was hurriedly dismissed

With a disgusted look

And a, “WHAT DO U THINK THIS IS?”

Then he caught me behind the handball wall

Reiterated that a kiss on the cheek is all

And I ran from him

And avoided eye contact in the halls

And then in the 3^rd grade

I met Mr. Green eyes

And I was mesmerized…

About as mesmerized as a 3^rd grader can be

I remember thinking of asking

If my Valentine, he would be

Then 4^th grade came along

I met a boy with the same last name as me

Then I thought, ”How perfect can this be

My name won’t change when we’re married”

This HAD TO be serious

Because it followed me to 5^th grade

Then I found out her had a girlfriend

And the crush went away

But the very next year

Another took its place

And another

And another

And another became a lover

And I grew up

And got older

And flames began to smolder

Romance’s simplicities

I left in elementary

Napowrimo: Poem #7

This was another good prompt for me because I knew what I wanted to write about right away. I have a lot of nicknames and to be honest, I don't like most of them. This is probably because I like my real name so much so I implore everyone to use it (lol) but I do have 2 nicknames that I adore because they came from my parents. My mom calls me "Nuri" and my Daddy used to call me "Pumpkin" and that's the name I chose to use for this prompt.

A lil' backstory, my dad passed away in October 2004 after battling Parkinson's Disease for years and I miss him terribly and think about him everyday so any chance I have to incorporate him into something I do I jump on it, so....ENJOY!

Pumpkin

When I hear it

A lump still forms in my throat

And I get a little choked up

When I think of my Daddy’s name for me

His youngest

His baby

I long to hear it daily

In that familiar baritone

Sometimes I convince myself I can hear it

When I’m alone in silence

And that’s when I find it the hardest

To fight back tears

And I have to deal with his absence

But then I hear it again

And something else happens

Pumpkin evokes memories

Of standing on his toes and dancing

Running down the streets and laughing

Watching me walk down the street

Making sure that I was safe

And seeing that nothing happened

This make me happy

And these thoughts reaffirm

That in this world and the next

I’ll always be Daddy’s little girl

Napowrimo: Poem #6

Ok, so I missed Day #5 but not on purpose, I just couldn't get a list of 50 words from anyone but it WILL get done. But moving on, I love Day #6 prompt. I didn't really like the picture provided so I looked through the rest of Pensiero's pics and when I saw this one it just jumped out at me and I HAD to write about it so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I need to figure out how to make the image a link to it's original source but until then I'll just give this information because I definitely wanna give the credit for this gorgeous picture where it is due.

I'm an actress

And the bedroom is my stage

I don’t work for financial gain

My satisfaction is my wage

And I love it
The hugs

The kisses

The touches

I live for this

By no means do I have multiple personalities

But I often find myself playing these roles

From a bed room vixen

To the likes of a CEO

And what turns me on the most

Is you would never know

I could be the woman in the office

With the knee length skirts

And the high buttoned shirts

With posture upright

Attitude, uptight

But as soon as that clock strikes 5

I step into a whole new state of mind

And I check out mentally

Step out of my 3-piece suit

Into a cloak of sensuality

And that’s the real me

Rushing home to revel in my sexual proclivities

This is the definitive me

Until the day is done

The curtain is drawn

And I’ve reached the end of the act

Just to do it all over the next day

And return to wearing the mask

Napowrimo: Poem #4

DAY 4!
So I'm not the least bit interested in paint but I do love make up so to MAC Cosmetics website I went because they give their eyeshadow some pretty interesting names so I knew what was in store. I selected an eyeshadow called "Beauty Marked" and I knew right away what I wanted to write about so...ENJOY!



(this is the color, just in case you're wondering)

“What are those dots on your face?”

I would say with a child’s innocence

Now looking in the mirror

All I can do is reminisce

Because now those small dots

Have taken their place on my face

A small mole

Tells a story never told

Speaks volume of a family of women

Striking and bold

I love that my grandmother and I

Both have one of the sides of our nose

Who knew that with a beauty mark

Confidence would spark

So when I bear my first child

I won’t look for 10 fingers or tens toe

I’ll look my baby up and down

To see if she has one of these moles

Napowrimo: Poem #3

DAY 3! So today's prompt was pretty much to take something in your life that's in 3's and incorporate it into a poem so right away I knew this would be a "relationship" poem because I've had 3 meaningful relationships and it just came to me so I ran with it. I usually don't title my poems (at least not right away) but the title came to me before the poem so I went with it but it's subject to change...ENJOY!

Three Loves, One Heart

He jump started it all as my first

First kiss

First love

First…you know what

And it was cool

But I couldn’t fool myself

Into believing this was as good as it gets

And that’s when I met Mr. Next

And he was good for over a year until he became an ex

And 3^rd time really is a charm

Because when I met number three

All I heard were alarms signaling this was it

And years later I’m still being bit

By the love bug

Finding myself getting lost in the simple embrace

Of a farewell hug

Until we meet again

If all roads led to him

I’d walk this path all over again

Napowrimo: Poem #2

OK, It's Day #2 and today's prompt was to take 5 nouns and verbs related to something else and put them in a poem about something completely different. So, for whatever reason math was on my mind so that's where I took my verbs and nouns and incorporated them into a poem about....life I guess you can say? The hood? Ghetto? Inner city? Whatever you wanna call it....ENJOY!

*NOTE* The bold terms are the 5 verbs and nouns

Some say I come from the wrong side of the tracks
Like I don’t already know that
Like I haven’t been putting pencil to paper
Thinking of ways to turn my dreams into schemes
Calculating an escape
That’ll get me outta here
This concrete jungle
Where I struggle to tune out the sounds of gunshots
Concentrating on the words
That are scrawled across the pages of books
Hoping that when I finally take a look
I won’t be here any longer
Hoping that the clichés that teachers spew of believing in yourself
Manifest into truth
So I can stop thinking I’m here by mistake
And start believing I’m working to determine my own fate
Writing my own happy ending

Napowrimo: Poem #1

I've decided to participate in an exercise, sponsored by readwritepoem.org that well have me writing one poem a day based on the prompts provided.

Prompt: Metaphor
I'm not really feeling 100% about this poem but...it is what it is...ENJOY!

I open the door to my office and accept my fate

For the next eight hours

As I anxiously wait for the clock to strike 4:30

Then I’m out the door in a hurry

The keys tossed on my desk is the escape I’m waiting for

They start the car that will get me to the love that I get lost in

Staring at the frame on my desk

That holds a picture of my love

Who I keep my heart in

I struggle to get the day started

Constantly pushing snooze on my mental alarm

My escape’s so far away