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will Feb 2020
There is a face in my window
cast in shadow and mirror
the street light flickers a bit
catching on the tree branches
making them seem much longer
as they scratch on my window
like nails tapping at the glass
my eyes glance away to my room
the corners seem to stretch now
figures and claws twist on the wall
my mind plays cruel visions out
as the night creeps on through
will Feb 2020
The screen flashing red
blinking menacingly
I wait by the yellow line

the trains aren't running
but it's cold outside
and darkness is creeping

there is a man watching me
as I shuffle in fear now
his face is obscured in shadow
will Feb 2020
It starts with a spark
a flash of lightning
thoughts and ideas
you get in a moment
inspiration from above
scrambling for paper
as it slips like water
through your mind
you strain to catch
these drops of rain
so fleeting yet lovely
they pool below you
seeping into the page
I honestly write too much about water and rain. I think I have enough water-centric poems to write a book at this point.
will Feb 2020
An idea that everything has an answer
defined by a set of numbers all together
letters and ideas mesh with them
creating all that is and will ever be
a solution to all even if it isn't found
the ability to make new variables
to make sense of all the nonsense
symbols that make up the connection
such comfort in knowing this now
that everything has a defined answer
no guesses and no wish wash maybes
a yes and a no a right and a wrong one
mathematics can solve all of it for us
math is everywhere and that is lovely
I'm not very good at math, but I thinks it's beautiful. The idea that everything in life has a defined straight forward answer. It's in chemistry, physics, medicine, statistics, and even in our language formats. It's nice to know there is something that will always have a right or wrong answer. There isn't any guessing or risks if you do it right.
will Feb 2020
twenty-five words
left to tell you
that without you
I feel so broken
you are my glue
that fills the cracks
left from my past
Looking for inspiration? Check out this great list I use: https://thinkwritten.com/poetry-prompts/ This poem is prompt 15: Challenge yourself to write a poem that is no more than 25 words long.
will Feb 2020
do you see the hurt
it has been so long
I thought I was numb
the hatred you harbor
it stains my skin again

was I not good enough
did I fall short somehow
what did I ever do but live
your temper is like fire
burning across my temples

was I ever even anything
you scream I’m ungrateful
what am I to be grateful for
that you birthed me on a whim
I did not consent to being alive
will Feb 2020
a dusty room
filled with sorrow
old interests now hallow

boxes all piled up
silent as an old tomb
the abandoned backroom

once golden shining rings
you can see the grimy buildup
on the items you tried to cover up

in the corner sits a broken violin
for the music that once flew on wings
that old case is full of wood and strings
Poetry prompt 101: Dusty Musical Instruments.

I ended up doing an abandoned room of sorts. It's kind of like that corner of my mind that I shoved everything I once loved into because I felt like I wasn't good enough at it.
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