Last Day

The last day for NaNo month, and I've written at least one poem a day for those thirty days. Here is what I'm going out on. I'll probably post some more stuff on here, but it won't be something crazy like everyday.

I leave you with this.

I love you the way…

I love you the way a knife loves a heart,
the way a dreamer loves spare time,
the way paper loves fire,
the way zombies love brains,
the way change loves slogans,
the way a bomb loves a crowd,
the way your mother warned your about,
essentially.

Day 29: Glass Slippers

This is kinda cheating, but here is an older (Revised) poem that I worked on tonight.

Glass Slippers

She dances with glass slippers,
gliding across my plastic heart
scraping it slowly.

Her warm delicate kisses keep me up.
She keeping me warm till midnight
until she disappears.

A glass slipper is left,
alone and abandoned needing a foot to
caress, to hold, to bound, to trap.

And after all this time I've found you.
Beautiful thick hair that shines against the sun,
a cute giggle that always makes me blush,
a lovely and infectious smile that radiates mine.
You dance effortlessly,
as if you're ready to fly.

Sit down, lay back and let me caress your feet.
Message your heel and toe, slowly positioning my hands.
Bending - snapping your heel, slowly crushing - breaking toes.
Molding your feet into perfection.
A sharp, tight squeeze,
blood lubricates, as the glass cuts
into your skin, carving it into proper shape.
I know it hurts, but you're the one I want,
until you disappear.

Day 28

The Cosmonaut

It’s a cold morning in Heaven today
in my steel coffin,
letting the astral waves carry me to the ether.
My mind races like a book
I read aloud my inner thoughts.
Eventually I run out of things to say.

Tap, tap, tap.
A nut or a bolt hits against the metal frame
in the same annoying rhythm of tap, tap, tap.
The universe is impatient with me
tapping its fingers on my spacecraft, telling
me to hurry up in its own special way.
Tap, tap, tap.

Eyes closed.
tap, tap, tap.
I form music from the repetitive beat
tap, tap, tap.
jingles and songs from TV, playing loudly in my head
to the tune tap, tap , tap.

Tap, tap, tap, a basic rhythm,
tap, tap, tap
find it in songs,
tap, tap, tap
a basic sound of ideas,
and I begin to sing to myself
tap, tap, tap.

Day 27: For Science!

For Science

I wouldn’t donate my body
for medical research.
I wouldn’t give my kidneys
to anybody.

I don’t want to go to space.
I don’t want to set up a baking soda volcano
at my place.
I don’t want to donate any money
or run for charity.

But what I will do is kiss you,
you know, for science.

Day 26: Not In Love

Not In Love:

The razor blades have lost their edge
from scarring my wrists and thighs.
Once I was smooth and pale
now I'm jagged and crimsoned.

Purification of love's lost prints.

The razor blades have gone dull.
No longer do they excite or scare.
No longer do they cause numbness or pain.
No longer do I feel the sharpen blade.
  I'm ready for love again.

Day 25: Short short shot

On the Slope

No point in groaning,
the sun is almost gone,
we might as well have fun,
cause it’s all downhill from here.

Day 24: Dance with Me

Dance With Me

After midnight, the floor is empty.
Why don’t we dance? 
Only the drunks are watching,
and they wouldn’t care.

C’mon, step on my toes,
and I’ll step on yours.
We’ll spin to nowhere,
it’s the only dance move I know.

Let’s get close,
chest to chest.
Arms wrapped around waist,
and we’ll stumble in place.
We’ll both try to lead,
and wouldn’t keep pace.

How about that dance?
I promise I won’t drop you,
again.