Napowrimo: Poem #17

For this poem I had a few ideas. I was gonna talk about missing a lover/boyfriend but then I was like, "I've done that", then I was gonna talk about missing a love one like my father but then I said, "I'm not in the mood for crying" then I had a like bulb moment and I was like AH HA and it came to me. Now this was a tearjerker for me as well because I REALLY do miss it but I like the end result so...ENJOY!

135^th and Crocker

That’s the corner that tells the story of my childhood

If it was a movie you would see scenes

Of my sisters and I running up and down the streets of the neighborhood

A peach house with a burgundy roof

In between these walls was living proof

That real families still existed

This home is what I miss

The day we moved

I walked around to each room

To recall what was once there

The memories

Sent chills through me

Because the walls were now bare

And then the tears fell

And hit the floor

I wanted to mark this territory

Because no one could love it more

This was my home

And one day I’ll reclaim it

I’ll drive by

Look for a for sale sign

And it’ll be mine once again

I’ll be home again

And the walls will say

Welcome back old friend

Nawripomo: Poem #16

So I'm back and today's prompt was taking a word and running with it so I was trying to make a nice, legible map on my computer to show how I got the words I chose to used but that didn't work out so I hope this little diagram works:

MOLD -(rhymes with)-> hold, scold, household, stroll, old
MOLD -(synonyms)-> build, shape, form
MOLD -(antonym)-> DISMANTLE -(antonym)-> combine
DISMANTLE -(synonym)->RECONSTRUCT -(rhymes with)->pluck

I can’t tell you the number of times

I’ve heard a woman say she wants a man to mold

And I can’t help but scoff and say I want a man to hold

I’m not looking to raise a child

Someone’s whose mistakes I’d have to scold

I don’t need that

I want someone to build a household with

And stroll to our destination of forever

As we grow old together

Not a child that I have to tether myself to

I don’t look at men as projects

Objects to shape into form

Dismantle and reconstruct

Poke, prod, and pluck away

Undesirable traits

I’m looking for someone to combine my spirit with

Form a union heaven sent

To revel in

Me and my self made man

Napowrimo: Poem #15

Still playing catch-up, Poem #15: Instead Of...

I live to write

Or should I say I write to live

It’s vital to my existence like breathing

So I feel like someone’s teasing me

When I have a pen in hand

And paper in front of me

And I can’t write

But this is no one’s writer’s block

I’m just locked in this classroom

With this lecture

From this professor

That I don’t want to hear

And I fear that I’m going to lose it

Not my mind

But these rhymes

That flow from the tips of my fingers

And I could wait but I don’t know

How long their gonna linger

And I don’t wanna lose them

So I’d rather be writing instead

Make room for more

By taking these words out my head

But this teacher keeps going on and on

And all I wanna do is write this poem

But his long winded words won’t let me

He’s driving me crazy

And this is my therapy

I know I should be listening

But instead I’d rather be writing

Napowrimo: Poem #14

Catching up some more. This prompt was called Road Trip...Enjoy!

My car knows my secrets

It’s like my diary

It’s seen every side of me

It’s my partner in crime

It’s driven me up and down the coast

And it’s allowed me to just cry

It was my shoulder

It is the holder of memories

Of love scenes

And tears that streamed

And blood curdling screams

Of frustration

Sometimes after I’ve parked

I get out with hesitation

Now I have to face the world

Leaving behind my security blanket

But I can face it

I can take it

All the while I’m waiting

To resume my seat

Rejoin my partner

And gamble on what destination we’ll meet

Napowrimo: Poem #13

So for today's prompt we were given this Wordle:

I couldn't get all the words in there, and I didn't just wanna start forcing them in if they didn't fit because I really like where this poem was going and I didn't wanna ruin it so I included what I could and I really liked the outcome. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it:

I take him back to a familiar hotel

To a room that always has the same smell
Where we play a game of show and tell
He tells me what he wants
I show him my body
And he climbs on top of me
And I can do nothing but stare at the ceiling
With the green chipped paint
But I divert my eyes when I find myself getting nauseous
Feeling like I want to faint
And I’m almost pushed over the edge
When his briny sweat I can taste in my mouth
And then he cums
And I’m done
And the jubilant look on his face
I wish he could share with me
Because maybe then I wouldn’t feel so dirty
Wanting so desperate to become clean
I contemplate jumping into the pool
From the balcony
But I don’t
I just follow my regular routine
Jump out of bed
Run a towel between my legs
And call that clean
Evidence of my acute shame has been wiped off of me
My value is folded up in the crumpled 20s he tossed at me
So I walk out the door and back down to the streets
On my way home
Cuz baby gotta eat

Napowrimo: Poem #12

OK...so...I've missed a couple of prompts but it's been a busy weekend for me. But tonight I was able to check in at Read Write Poem and I loved today's prompt of Where Do You Come From? I kinda sort in a way followed the prompt but I took it elsewhere of course so...ENJOY!

Where do I come from?

I could tell the same tales

Of trips to hell and back

And the tattered sidewalks with cracks

And the crack heads

These streets never seem to lack

But for once

I don’t feel like talking about that

Instead I’ll tell you about my mother and father

Who bore and raised 2 sons and 5 daughters

Who bought a house and built a home

For us to dwell in

And in these walls the stories were written

That I’m telling

They’re the ones that taught me

That failing was not an option

And I’m opting to uplift them

Because they’re the roots to the tree that is me

They’re my walls, roof, and ceiling

They’re the source of my pain and my healing

I feel like trying something new

I feel like taking you all on a walk down positivity

Where the walls aren’t littered with graffiti

And sirens don’t sound through the city

I’d rather speak of my skin the color of ebony

That speaks of strength of beauty

This is where I come from

Napowrimo: Poem #9

So I'm playing catch up on all the prompts I've missed throughout the month so this is Prompt #9: Paradise...ENJOY!

You are my sandy beach

My mountain top retreat

My relief from the stress of the days

You are the way I wind down

You are my glass of wine

And fruit platter

You are my distraction

Where nothing else seems to matter

You are my full body massage

Where my guard comes down

And I drop the façade

You are my paradise

No need to hop on any flights

Because you’re right here

And in these moment’s there’s nothing I fear

No obstacles to steer clear of

My paradise is in your touch

You are my clear blue waters

My paradise is within these borders

I don’t have to travel far in order

To find my peace

I don’t need the cool shade

Provided by palm trees

You are my serenity

Paradise?

You are the epitome