26. A List of What’s Left

The lingering scent of those tangerine candles that you bought for me

so long ago. All of the wicks are black and ash to the root. There’s still a little

tanginess to the scent, but I don’t smell it.

It’s in my head.

It was the way your lips, mouth, tongue

tasted.

Your fingers moving up and down my body at an agonizingly

slow pace

making me shudder.

I see your outline in the mirror. It’s dark but I see it.

Or maybe I’ve seen you so many times that I don’t need to see you to know how you look like anymore.

Your laugh always bounced off the wall,

echoing a million times over and over again

like a broken record. But I don’t mind it.

That’s all that is left of you

here, in this room

and here, in my heart.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

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9. Tell Me How The World Ends

This is the end, I think.

The final end. The one where even the earth colliding into the moon is recoverable. 

The final end is where I’m afraid we’ll not be together in the after-life. 

The final end where I’m seeing all the people that I love

for the last time. This is the final end where I’m kissing my baby sister on the forehead

whispering a good bye, even though she has no clue what’s happening. 

The final end 

and I hope that you never get out of my arms.

It’s been too long since I wrote a painful, Percy Jackson-dying poem.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White.

2. Where Does The Light Go?

Before

There was a spring in your step,

all day, every day.

despite the fact that you’re tired to your bones,

you radiated energy.

There’s a fire inside you

that never seems to go off

and it brightens up any room

any soul.

You seemed to be smiling,

even when you’re not

and you were a beacon of happiness

that everybody can’t help but be drawn towards.

After

I don’t know what happened.

It must’ve been something because you suddenly shut off.

No warning.

Or is this the warning…?

Your walk is slow, deliberate steps.

Purposeful. Careful.

As if you don’t want to tread on anybody’s toes.

Even bright and early in the morning,

you seem to have become a black hole,

sucking energy but not radiating anything.

Someone called the fire department and doused all your fire

thinking they were saving you but all they really did was

just destroy you.

Maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was accidental.

But you’re still drawing people towards you,

even if they don’t know that they’ll be sucked into

nothingness and

getting back up is

nearly impossible.

Well, I did warn you.

I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.

#Januaryfalls18 22. Winter’s Crown

The floor is freezing under my bare feet

I can’t find a carpet anywhere so I just

bundle myself with the blankets

and forge ahead towards the sink.

If I didn’t have work today,

I wouldn’t know what the sun looked like.

Meh. Feeling a little (a lot) out of sorts lately.

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

#Januaryfalls18 16. Eunoia

“Hey, so you know what ‘eunioa’ means?”

“It is the shortest word where all vowels are present,”

I wrinkle my nose. “Okay, but what does it mean? It has to have a meaning, right?”

You think for a minute.

I love the fact that you didn’t say, “Google it yourself; why are you asking me?”

Then you smile.

“Eunoia means… a beautiful mind. A well thinking mind, such as yours.”

I blinked.

Me?

“You are the most learned person here, you know,” I poke your hips, which makes you grin in a way that gives me goosebumps.

“I said ‘beautiful mind’. If I fall sick, you know exactly what to do, without losing your head. You give me medicine, and food that i can eat and company. But when you fall sick…”

“Go on,” I whisper.

“I lose it. I wouldn’t know what to do. I feel helpless. You are strong and your mind” you knuckles rap the ride of my head slightly; lovingly. “is fit and works well and just

plain

beautiful.”

Well, I love you for saying that.

Ehh a little cheesy but doesn’t matter! I put it up!

My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.

 

#Januaryfalls18 9. Dalliance

You said you wanted something

with no strings attached

with no complications.

Just a casual spree

you and me.

I agreed.

How could I not?

If it means that I get to spend time with you

for however brief time it is

I will take it.

Even if my heart gets shattered

and splintered.

Hey, two lines rhymed!

Parvathi and I are attempting these prompts, curated by Falls Poetry over on instagram.

#Novemberfalls 15. Unstrung

In this puppet show

called LIFE,

I have been led to make many

many wrong decisions.

Well, not any more.

Your decisions

I suffer the consequences.

No more.

I cut off the string attaching me

to you

and I feel free.

This could be taken as a poem on suicide. I suppose.

Parvathi and I are attempting these poetry prompt by Falls Poetry.