Day 1- Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it should not be about you or your name.
Calcifying hands grip my
Arms so tightly;
Melancholy covering like sheets.
I awaken my senses to realise the
Lethal grip on my arms is from my own hands.
Loosely woven tears begin to fall;
Eternally great-full to wake from the nightmare.
it’s colder in the garden without you,
and the flowers seem less bright.
the trees have all wilted, and somehow
the dirt seems more alive.
my scarf doesn’t keep me as warm as you did;
the cold still makes its way to my bones.
birds try to sing their love songs,
but none can make your standard;
long gone are the days when your
voice truly sprang the flowers to life.
I just made pancakes with peanut butter and apricot jam of them. Best decision I’ve made all day. Hands down. Even better than the huge load of shopping I did today. Not even joking. I want to relive that moment of tasty, heavenly goodness, forever.
(6:37pm)
oceans’ scream for you;
wishing to devour you whole.
sunlight spreads it’s wings,
beaming on your soul.
winds below,
as the forests’ sway;
the dry-lands’ rain,
whilst the wet-lands’, roar.
all for you.
always for you.
my day, 3rd of june, 2012;
- you’re so enticing; you make wanting you feel like an innate response.
