announcement & napowrimo 2018

I just want to give anyone who follows a heads up about the state of this blog-

I started this a long time ago as a way to keep my poetry in one place, and after a lot of consideration, I will be deleting the contents of this site and moving them over to my main site: ggscratches. Now, I’ve thought about linking this over, changing the name, but until I buy the domain name it’s going to cost a lot of time and effort to redirect everything. I probably won’t delete until after napowrimo happens, simply because I’ll be too busy, but I really encourage anyone who follows/likes my poetry to head over and follow me there.

I will be doing napowrimo 2018 BUT not on this blog, but the other. Once I’ve moved all of the poetry to the other site, I will delete everything on here, and just leave it blank. The reason is because this blog name…is something I don’t exactly want connected to my main site (blah blah fanfiction reasons blah blah).

So, I hope some followers will join my other site, and good luck with napowrimo 2018!

Apollo in the Sky, Burning

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BURNING | TURNING| YEARNING | LEARNING | MOURNING

I.

I’m crying in my head, thinking “Why is there no escape?”

I thought my prayers to Teshub had been enough, to be in his grace

and grant me liquid relief.

But the sun has no shadow, it’s so high up

Rays, light-beams that are just a trick of the eyes, they touch me

I feel them, no shade to cover me, for the trees are dead

I’m crunching dead, dried grass, and I thank the spirits

of the Swamp for leaving this land slightly moist

For if it weren’t for them, I’d surely be alright

Under the unwanted looks from Helios, sun lord-tyrant.

And I can go on about how ‘delicate’ my “sun people” skin is

I used to know all of the seasons and now I’m left to

summer day and night, this part of the earth gets no…

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Extremely late, but it was unfortunate that I wasn’t able to participate in 2017’s napowrimo (real life sucks), but I hope to make up for it by doing by 15 poems in march warm-up and obviously, doing napowrimo 2018.

Onto some good news though- I think I got my website up for sure? Unless I magically acquire funds to buy my own doman & build my own,  ggscratches.wordpress.com will be the place for all of my original works (and maybe some art!).

This website will obviously remain as my napowrimo blog, but I’ll be linking over some works slowly, and of course, publishing some poems & original fiction. I actually have one up already, Buried, Deep in Red, so head on over.

I’ll probably update more as the website becomes more and more stable, so please check for that!

 

Encore

napowrimo day 30

 

The beat of the drums slows and the dancer follows to the end, pretending

That it can fade in real life, and slows the limbs that moved passionately.

Singers end the chant with great discipline, and the crowd begins to cheer.

What now, for the show is over, the traveling entertainers shall move on

Talents on display to be bought for a moment, or for a day

And the awe will leave you stunned, and you’ll forget your worries

For a moment, for a day.

And will you can wish for all your heart to relive it again and again

No stop,

It’s not to be, cannot be, but the pining will bring you back.

Seam ripper

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The stitches are even and fine, no pull on the fabric

Yet if someone looked at your face they’d try to snatch the gown away from you.

“Jealousy, talent wasted on them,” they’d whisper, as if they know anything

You had very little time, and the gown must be done by noon tomorrow

And if you truly had a choice, you’d push the commission to someone immediately

“It must be you, only you!” He pleaded, betrothed to the side, and how

Could you rushed work be jealously when both pleaded before you, trying to offer

The riches in the world, for a dress made by your hands.

You knew them both, and they knew your skills

The threads itself aren’t magic, but once you thread the needle and work it

An indestructible dress, a divine protection upon the fabrics.

“Only you, only you.” Your friend pleaded.

 

At this rate, the dress won’t be an elaborate design you are known to do

Simple but pretty, yes, but there shall be no embroidery, no jewels

And they shall take what they get, you suppose,

No time at all to do it properly, but they’ll get what they pushed for

After all, if they are displeased, well, they can find someone else.

And you’ll sell the magical dress to someone else.

 

“FORMATTED, For maximum performance.”

napowrimo day 28

I get ready to type and sit, I am stretching fingers that

Are overpraise, underestimated, flaunted for pride’s sake

And yet the screen is empty with no lines of anything written.

Mind runs, faster than the switch of a light and yet

I can’t command the part of me to move and create money

And so nervous habits of assumed confidence are used

But I got nothing to show, just a bad habit of clicking

Empty icons that lead to nowhere, at least it makes me look

Like the issue ain’t me, but the device I use

But that can’t run forever

And drastic measures will be pushed upon me.

Black Clouds

napowrimo day 27

You refuse to cry

But continue to scream and cry, and eventually

The sound of your rage is ignored by all

For we know how it will end, and yet you keep going

Remembering, remembering from the moment of your conception

To the end of your life-

Every slight done to you,

Any moment of helplessness twisted to show

How no one helped you.

 

And no one eyes you with pity, nor disgust

They gotta move on with their lives

Because the rain will fall, no matter what.

But I have to watch, to you I am the boy who watches wolves

And I’ll do what I must, for

Such rains could drown us all.

And I’m not here to save my own skin-

I will physically disperse those black clouds

If I must.

“soldier, the war is over”

napowrimo day 26

Cull the sound of the blade piercing wood

For war is done, and swords must be destroyed

The one in your hand is firm and strong, and

Has drank the blood of no man.

But war is done, and you must break it

And melt it down into something usable.

And you smile, sadly, for the sword

Was something you’ve had made for you.

But the battle is over, and your hand must learn

To wield domestic things, life should be peaceful

Now.

 

But you will never forget the war, your hand always

Twitches whether you hold a hammer or pan.

And when the war breaks down your front door

And threatens your child with a dagger to their throat,

Well, you personally melted your sword into the set of

Dining knives that now have ended the life

Of your first enemy.

The Song of Madness

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Verse I.

Here are the echoes of the past that come to drive you mad

With love, and want, turn you into the follower of Ishtar

You devote your life to seeking pleasures

Of the mind, and torture, never to regain control

Over the twitching of your hands.

Breathe in, once, and remember that your sword hand

Never rests, nor will be dry ever again.