Decison

After the fun I had doing the NaPoWriMo in April. I'm going to start poetrying on here occasionally, no where a near as often as I did during April but still now and then. Probably about nerd stuff.

NaPoWriMo: Day 30

An ending

Invisible lines crossed without fanfare,

another episode of my life is over.

Chapters, artificial constructs in my head without clear beginnings.

I have no idea when I started this path.

Milestones, just part of the imagination.

Passing them only adding trivia about my life. I feel no different.

No level up,

no sequel.

The results are intangible,

the narrative is vague.

There's no genre, rhyme or reason.

A cowboy/romance/sci fi/tradgedy/adventure/comedy/action epic without a title.

Changing all the time.

I finished my last ever uni assignment today. Plus the NaPoWriMo. Ending things is probably on my mind now.

NaPoWriMo: Day 29

Coffeecoffeecoffee

Not strong enough,
need liquid insomnia in my blood.

NaPoWriMo: Day 28

Notice

Due to scheduling conflicts.
My poem has been cancelled today (28.4.2010).
A replacement service is running on the NaPoWriMo website.
We apologise for any inconvenience caused.

NaPoWriMo: Day 27

We're not doing this for the fame


"If everything goes well, we'll waltz out rich men"
We know what to do, we know our jobs, we can do this.
The gun is deceptively heavy, hopefully it won't be used on anyone.
They go after you harder if someone dies and we're not doing this for the fame.

Self doubt crosses my mind, the reasons for doing this.
Attempts at justifying what I'm doing ring hollow.
I'm doing it for the money. I'm doing it for me.

NaPoWriMo: Day 26

Tweet.

A shout into the void in 140 characters or less. A occasional contraction around a topic before dispersing again to everyday normal lives.

Short one, not much time.

NaPoWriMo: Day 25

"Oh you like them too? My ex loved them."

Waking up, alcohol still in his system.

A night of picking hearts and breaking pockets.

The happiness of feeling the warmth of another beside him

tainted by a knowledge that it won't last.

Small talk made while picking up clothes from the bedroom floor.

They leave the flat and walk to the bus stop together.

A reluctant kiss as they part.

There won't be any future between them.

They both know they didn't swap numbers.

Sort of biographical, mostly not.