Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Final Good-Bye: Insanity


Dear Insanity,

Thanks for keeping me occupied,
Especially all the times that I cried.
All I have to do is run,
And you follow me because we’re one.
Dreams of fun and dreams of dance,
Dreams of a bashful closet romance.
Darling Insanity, you’ve got it all.
And you come to me whenever I call.
A place to escape to when times are rough,
You’re a faithful friend who makes me tough.
You’re a loving embrace to keep me warm,
And an attentive ear when my heart is torn.
I love our one-sided conversations,
Because I know you’ll always listen.
They tell me I’m crazy,
But I tell them they’re lazy,
Because they haven’t formed the bond we share.
They don’t have you lurking beneath their hair.
Strangely, they never really buy it,
But before you my mind was unbearably quiet.
Society wants to lock me away,
Insanity, if they did, you’d be there day after day.
You never leave my side.
Even as the others leave or die.
I can hear them knocking at my door,
I haven’t heard that noise before.
Before I go, I’ll say one thing:
You, my Insanity, are my happy place,
And it’s a cherished thought I’ll always chase.
I know I don’t say it enough,
But you’re my heart and soul,
As well as my mind.
I’d die if you ever said good-bye.
Because without a mind, what does one have?
Insanity, you’ll always be my perfect half.

Sincerely yours,
                             No Longer Sane

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Day 14: The Master

The drums.
The drums.
The maddening drums.
One.
Oh, the pounding.
Two.
Can't you hear it?
Three.
He said I'm crazy.
Four.
No, I'm not crazy.
One, two, three, four.
Da da da dum.
Heartbeat.
Is it a heartbeat?
Time Lord.
The heartbeat of a Time Lord.
He thought he was the last.
But I'm here.
I was gone.
I came back.
I died.
I came back.
Electricity.
Oh, I'm starving.
No sustenance is enough.
They came back.
The end of the world.
One, two, three, four.
I shocked him, he's dead.
They're all dead.
They've gone back.
My final sacrifice.
I'm gone, too.
But I can see his tears,
The underlying fear.
He doesn't want to be on his own.
I'm not sad.
No regret.
I saved him.
Why isn't he happy?
Can it really be that hard,
Being the last?
He's gone mad.
He's my friend,
My only friend in the universe.
He's gone mad without me.
Oh.
But now he gets it!
Now he sees!
He has the madness I left behind!
I died.
One, two, three, four.
The beating stopped.
The drums are gone.
Da da da dum.
I hope he hears it.
The last of the Time Lords.
I hope he hears my
Drums.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Day 13: Hello

Hi!
I see you!
Oh, God,
That sounds creepy.
I'm sorry, but
It's been so long since I saw you last.
Don't worry,
You still captivate me.
I love your laugh and smile.
And the sun that shines on your hair,
Like melting honey,
Makes me long for you more.
I only wish I had the courage to say
Hi.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Day 12: The Things You'll Never Know

I hate the way you talk to me
But stop and talk to them.
Yes, they're prettier.
Yes, they're funnier.
But I'm your best friend,
And they'll never love you
The way I do.
I love your smile,
I love your laugh,
I love our conversations.
I hate the way they look at you,
I'm glad you two broke up.
I've felt this way before about you,
But it was many years ago.
I didn't know the jealously
Would burn me, but it's so,
So wonderful
To be in love with you.
I can never tell you this.
I just wish you felt it too.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Day 11: Beneath the Stars

Dancing stars abound!
They twist and twirl with such grace,
Unaware and free.
They can't see me lying here,
Stabbed and bleeding in the grass.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Day 10: Rights

Is marriage that big a deal?
Isn't it enough just to feel?
I guess I don't understand the way
People think that it's wrong to be gay.
Love is love,
It doesn't matter with who.
You don't have to push and shove.
What do you expect these protests to do?
So for God's sake, stupid,
Cut it out!
Make your heart less frigid,
And remember what love is all about.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Day 9: Apprehending Mayhem

Wind moans as it rubs against the buildings.
Hair whips into your face.
From a distant room, a child sings.
It's that eerie noise that makes your heat race.
You don't know what you're looking for,
But there's a gut feeling you just can't ignore.
You travel on at a wicked pace.
A lone gun shot wildly rings.
You see a figure and start the chase.
Mayhem cackles; the knife wound stings.
You haven't failed your job before,
But the light is spilling through God's open door.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Day 8: Heart Attack

The awkward beat of a broken heart
Echoes in the frigid night.
The pain feels like a poison dart,
Shot through the air in master flight.
The burn of loss on your tongue is tart
As you try and find the tunnel's light.
But, please don't have a heart attack
Because he's never coming back.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Day 7: What Was Indifference

You can't hear her pleas.
You can't see her on her kness.
You can't acknowledge the begging.
You can't watch her cry.
You can't wait to leave her company.
You can't stand to be there another minute.
You can't tear yourself away.
You can't back off of her heart.
You can't stop tearing her apart.
You can't admit you need her.
You can't let the truth slip out.
But can you tell her you love her?

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Day 6: Scream

For the ones who look fine.
For the ones who aren’t fine.
For the ones who will never be fine.
For the ones who feel broken.
For the ones who will never feel whole.
For the ones who just need to scream.
When all you can do in this world
Is throw your hands to your ears,
Curl up in corner,
And scream.
Scream.
Scream until someone comes running,
Even though you know
Nobody ever will
Because nobody ever does.
So scream,
Scream,
Scream with your arms wrapped
Around the little sanity that you’ve
Managed to keep somewhat together.
Scream until your outside
Is just as shattered
As your inside.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Day 5: Writer's Block

It's hard,
The always blank,
The never-ending space,
The lines that never come to me.
Not great.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Day 4: The Mind of a Child

Nightmares make homes inside your head,
Conjuring ghastly ghosts underneath your bed.
Within your bedroom here, they park.
Bright red eyes watch you from the dark.
A timid question asks, "Who's there?"
But it's you that's trespassing in their lair.
They answer your call with a wicked scream
That pulls your mind apart at the seams.
Slimy fingers creep up your leg.
You know it'd be no use to beg.
Constricting hands wrap around your throat,
But the light reveals it's just your coat.
The fingers are your old dog's tongue,
The red eyes, the robot toy that you flung.
The scream, you realize, was your own.
It's only been you, all alone.
So you lay back down and close your eyes,
And kiss those evil dreams goodbye.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Day 3: The Unwinnable War


A happy, cheerful face
That she tries to hide behind,
Concealing always downcast eyes
And her ever-broken smile.
Tears that threaten to overflow
When others are around
Refuse to fall and stay inside
When she finally is alone.
She's always heard "Life isn't fair".
She didn't know it would be this hard.
When all else fails and she wants to scream,
She wraps herself in a novel's arms.
Friends that try to make her laugh,
They just don't understand.
Every word they say to her
Is another invisible blade against her hand.
At the end of the day
As she falls asleep
Her music still plays on,
Harmonizing battle cries
Against a war she hasn't won.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Day 2: Behind the Lies


He told me he loved me.
He told me I had eyes
As blue as the sun,
And hair
As dark as snow.
He told me he was a poet,
And therefore,
He was as clever as a rock.
Well,
He said my heart
Was as big as my eye.
How very genius,
All the lies.
But I'll tell you now,
That boy's a crook,
And he's the winner,
Like Captain Hook.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Day 1: A Sound of Thunder

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Rises in her nightly grace.
Nocturnal creatures will awaken soon
And gaze upon her godly face.
When wicked wolves lean back their heads,
They bark their joys and howl their fears.
And children clamber out of beds
And cry to parents with salty tears.
Wise old owls take to the skies,
Searching for meals with which to fight.
They find mice with beady eyes
And grasp and take back into flight.
And here I sit upon my chair,
With heavy eyes and childlike wonder.
At Mother Moon I gladly stare,
And listen to creatures sound like thunder.

Friday, March 29, 2013

30 Poems in 30 Days!

So, I really made this blog for the NaPoWriMo 30 Poems in 30 Days thing. That means that during the month of April, I will be writing a poem everyday and posting it here! If you'd like to join me, just click here: http:/www.napowrimo.net/

Also, if I think this has been pretty successful, I might continue to post more poetry here, even after April is over.

See you on April 1st!