Write a poem a day for fifteen days

Sentences flowing from the pen,
Ink stained hands,
Relentlessly carrying on,
Connecting the unconnected,
Randomly picking out
Known, familiar and fitting words,
Like cloosing the juciest mangos,
In Spring.

Simmering water, sugar, skimmed milk,
And a spoonful of coffee.

An eager wait – while stirring

The happy whiff,
Of a habitual drink.

First sip.

Not quiet right.

More sugar,
More tinkling of a spoon..

Clink, clink, clink

Another sip.

Perfect.

She told him,
And he told him,
And he told her,
What he had understood.

Who knows what it is,
That was said,
Or was heard..
And everything in between

So what if people get hurt,
Or get sadistic pleasures?
It doesn’t matter..
It’s blowing in the wind..

We wait to get married,
Have kids,
Get the perfect job,
Meet interesting people,
Have fun,
Be happy,
Be loved..

We wait all our lives for life to start..

And the world watches,
As we sit and wait.

Much needed clarity,
And sense of perspective,
Nice to hear jargons,
Impossible tasks.

Everyone wants it,
No one gets it..
Until the self-made barrier,
Comes crashing down.

What will it take?
What should you do?

Nothing.

An open mind and time
Will teach you,
More than you’ve ever thought of knowing.

I’m on Day 7 of doing this. :) Some of them aren’t good, and they’re all pretty repetitive- using the same words and some of the same ideas- but I feel like I’m slowly improving over these fifteen days. ^_
this was a reallllyyy good idea.

I’m really going to try to do this over spring break.
I love to write, and I want to be really good. Right now, I’d say I’mmm…mediocre. But I know that I can be good!
Also this summer, I’m going to an arts camp for six weeks with a major of creative writing. That’s like… three hours of writing a day.
I’M SO EXCITED!

Caught
in the celestial tornadoes of
your words,
your looks,
your fingertips.
Lost and longing for
the pressure of your lips.
Spinning into a blissful oblivion
of Loving you at the speed of light,
hair flying back,
our eyes locked in an
imaginary waltz.
One two three one two three,
hold me ‘til sunrise comes and fills the space
that you fill in the moonlight

Exploding into the hazy dusk,
folding in,
a flower in reverse…
Winter Fall Summer Spring.
Midnight plum petals,
reflecting the black holes that suck
light through your pupils.
Pupils surrounded
by sapphire iridescence,
terrible and tranquil.
Pearly teeth and pointy ears,
glass, crimson-stained words.
Sharp and malicious,
whistling and whispering through the air.

i didn’t sit and chew my pen for as long this time! and i’m not completely disgusted by the finished product:

Your silhouette,
stark against starlit blackness,
dark and shimmering
with a streetlight halo.
I’ll run to you,
and press my face to your chest.
Breathe in—
my heart will weep at the scent
of lilacs and emeralds.
Emeralds like your fierce,
glowing eyes,
locking me in a jade embrace.
Joining into a trio of
gorgeous stone
with your onyx lashes
and ruby lips.
Your ruby lips.

It’s short too—i have COMPLETE writer’s block. but here it is!

It’s spinning and pure,
a white-orange, like sunset
hitting diamond silver snow.
On the horizon,
dancing with the moon,
tangible, musical…
Shining opalescence,
smooth to the touch,
sweet and cold,
frozen spun diamond sugar…

AAAHHHHH i hate it SO. MUCH. but whatever! i feel like the only way to get better is to write more, y’know?