NaPoWriMo Day 14 - Masks

Masks

They say misery loves company,
but what kind of company would it be?
Like a hangover without drinking,
the clean up without the party,
miserable company does nothing,
nothing to offset the misery.
Make it a masquerade, hide away
fear, uncertainty, if the sun disappears,
then shine an artificial light, call it dawn.
Wear the mask of merriment, joy,
show the painted smile to the world,
eventually the mask won't be needed.

NaPoWriMo Day 13 - I Wonder

I Wonder

I wonder what it would be like,
if I were rich,
if I were famous,
if I were straight,
if I were religious,
if I were strong,
if I had everything,
everything I wanted,
but most of all, I wonder,
if I were all those things,
would I wonder what it would be like,
if I were exactly as I am now?

NaPoWriMo Day 12 - The Oasis

The Oasis

Burned by the blazing cruel sun,
traversing the desert of depression,
glimpse salvation on the horizon,
a small, fleeting moment of happiness.
Rush to it, embrace the oasis of joy,
no matter how small or insignificant
it may seem, this small boost,
difference between life and death.

NaPoWriMo Day 11 - House Hunting

House Hunting

Out on the prowl through the concrete jungle,
a local guide discerning the tracks, seeking signs,
life located, we close in, target in our sights.

Fire! A miss, the prey bounds away,
the hunt begins anew.

Target after target is found, few worth the effort,
even taking aim seems a waste, we leave them be.
Another shot, another miss, another shot, miss,
desperation begins to set in.
Judgement clouded by hunger.

Dejected, leaving the jungle empty handed,
brush comes to life, bounding in front of us,
perfect shot. Steady aim, as quick as it began,
it is over.

NaPoWriMo Day 10 - Traiku Two

Traiku Two

Feel guilt for wishing
dreading that it won't come true
fearing that it will

There is no escape
no clear path to victory
wishing selfishly

Having no control
waiting, either bated joy
or disappointment

NaPoWriMo Day 9 - Edge Cases

Edge Cases

Impossible to predict every possible turn,
each potential use, always the unexpected
waiting, waiting, to catch you unawares,
throwing the best laid plans into turmoil.
Glitches compound, impossible, improbable,
though rare, stand out, shimmering faults
overshadowing the normal, the expected,
mundane events the majority of our life,
yet they all too often remain unnoticed.

NaPoWriMo Day 8 - Balance

Balance

Every push also a pull, every failure a success
every winner has a loser, every wish grated
disappoints somebody else. Light cannot shine
without darkness, nor shadows be born
without light. Every step towards one goal
leaves another further behind, cyclical life,
night overtaking day, sun overtaking moon,
status quo stagnant, solid, steady, steadfast,
standing still as we fruitlessly toil away,
trying to escape the prison of perfect balance.