NaPoWriMo Day Thirty: Backwards Romance

Our
love had
always been
earth shaking.
How would
we know
this was
the end?

heidi
written 4/30/15 for the last day of

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We were called to write a poem starting with the ending. With it, I think I have grown a little tired of the romantic stuff. It feels like I wrote of that a lot this month. Maybe I'll write one more that's happier to go in my sweetie's pocket for Poem In Your Pocket Day.
 

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-nine: Cinquain Review of an Ex-Boyfriend (and, no, I am not talking about you.)

As a
boyfriend he could
have been better and less
needy, but man, he sure knew how
to fuck.

heidi
written 4/29/15 for

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Today's prompt was to write a review. I cheated a little here I think, but it is still a review. And one of these days, I will keep in mind that my mother does actually read this thing.

Tea Party

Be like Gandhi and King 

We can't condone violence! 

Protest peacefully, young Americans,  

and it will all be okay. 

 

Except, peaceful protests usually 

require martyrs 

like  

Gandhi 

and  

King. 

 

But, in 2014,  

there was 

Anderson  

and 

Baker  

and  

Bennett 

and 

Berghardt 

and  

Brisbon  

and 

Brown 

and 

Cochran 

and 

Crawford 

and 

Curnell 

and 

Cusseaux  

and 

Ford 

and 

Garner 

and 

Gurley 

and 

Hamilton 

and 

Harrison 

and 

Hunt 

and 

Jones 

and 

Lake  

and 

Parker 

and 

Powell 

and 

Rice 

and 

Satterwhite 

and 

Smith 

and 

Tillman 

and 

White 

and 

Woodard. 

I think that there have been 

enough 

Martyrs. 

 

Well, what about Parks? 

She didn't tear up the bus? 

 

No. 

But she broke the fucking law. 

 

And, like  her,
and those old white men,  

who appropriated Native garb, 

and had a party in Boston

 

I think it's time to throw some fucking 

Tea 

into the fucking 

Water.

 

heidi
written 4/29/15


I wonder if this will get any reaction? My more political stuff rarely does. (And yes, that was a triple dog dare. And, I'll delete anything that is racist, trolling, nasty, or stupid.) Names used here are taken from Uptown's article 20+ Unarmed Black People Killed By Police in 2014.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-eight: Bridges

the line between
you and me is the
narrowest of bridges

heidi
written 4/28/15 for

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Today's prompt was write about bridges. And my Camp NaNo count is 10034 words. I met my goal! Woohoo!

 

The Answer to Your Question

It's not that my breasts like to be touched.

It's that it's you touching them that sends the electric thrill

through me. 

As you commented, while your mouth 

was wrapped around my nipple,

My breasts are HUGE

and with that ...

not terribly sensitive

(and sometimes a little sore)

But I like you
and I like 

the sound of me in your voice, 

the smell of your neck,

the touch of your skin as it heats up mine

the visual confirmation of your body's

deep appreciation of my body.

So, yeah, baby, 

I like it when you do that.

 

heidi

written 4/27/15

 

 

I had an extra one in me and I have to write 2000 words, y'all.

 

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-seven: Where He Carelessly Disregards Me

One
little word
that crushes me.

heidi
written 4/27/15 for

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Today's prompt is to write a Hay(na)ku. This is my try. Four days left and maybe I can meet me 10,000 word Camp NaNo goal and write the last four poems on time.

Napowrimo Day Twenty-six: Watching

I am watching
I am the monster stalking you
You don't see

 

For so long
I have waited to be here
I am watching

 

Tear you apart
I am the monster stalking you
See me now

 

All the deaths
Courtesy of me and still
You don't  see.

 

heidi
written 4/26/15 for

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Today we are writing persona poems. This is from the point of view of the monster that was stalking the woman in a poem I wrote for day three or four. I'm  doing all of this from my blogger app on my new phone, so I may come edit a little later.

 

A little later:

 

The companion poem for this one is called Night Terrors and it is from Day Three. Both of these also reference my NaNoWriMo novel that I began in November and am working on a little during Camp NaNo this month.  (I still have 2000 words to write over the next three days.) I do have a small snippet from that story called Annie Is Having A Bad Day.

 

The poem above was fun. My friend and I were discussing cascade poems late the other night, and I thought, wouldn't it be cool  to write a cascade using Collom Lunes? I completely neglected to consider that the five word middle line would not work as the last line of the third stanza. So, I made it the second, et voila! A Collom Cascade.

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-five: I Should Have Picked Another Subject

A clerihew for a woman named Ann
Some say she's pretty, I think she looks like flan.
She hurts people for profit, this media whore,
I hate her so much I won't write any more.

heidi
written 4/26/15 for day 25 for

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Man! I kept wanting to make this a limerick! I really dislike the subject, so that may be why. I also broke some of my rules with this one. I don't like attacking women because of their looks, and I insulted whores with the comparison and I like whores.