Day 31

Prompt: Form of magic spell

Speak to me, the birds that sing
and all of nature's jewels.
Come together in this gold ring
and we will make rain pour down.

We're calling on the rain Gods
to bring some color to this drought.
Bubble my couldran.
A storm is brewing now.

Day 30

Prompt: Rain, snow, or a storm

The sky looks angry. It matches your face.
It knows all the storms we've set.
You're like Poisidon with your triton.
You're only going to sink my ships.

Pelting rain blinds my sailors sight,
But I tell them "no fear, push on."
The thing is, I wish you hadn't boiled over.
Even in this hurricane, I never want you gone.

Your lightening bolts flash in the sun when 
the sky is blue. I thought I'd done it all right.
Your voice is booming, shaking grounds.
Brace yourselves, men. There's a storm tonight.

Day 29

Prompt: Someone you admire

I play dress up every morning before you leave.
You play along and retrieve the slipper I left on the stairs.
I look into the same eyes you gave me.
You kiss me and mommy goodbye, and we'll be waiting here.

Somehow I have acquired your witty side,
Even though I roll my eyes each time you try to make us laugh.
I haven't taken you for granted, though you think I try.
I'm looking up to you. I love you with all I have.

Day 28

Prompt: a betrayal, soap, and a plane ticket

You're washing your hands, but they'll never come clean.

The scars you left me are meant to be seen.

You think you can run in the middle of the night

And just leave me alone to deal with this fight.

My mind's wandering into deeper depths than ever.

You're demons came out with ties you've severed.

I saw the printed ticket you slipped in your bag.

My eyes were open, but I closed them to that.

Where did that ring come from, with the diamond band?

It's not mine and couldn't even fit on my hand.

It's awful too pretty for yourself to wear.

Right before the last time you crept down those stairs.

I'm not wishing you luck on your new journey.

You two are arm-in-arm, couldn't earn me.

Now all that's left is a box of Dove.

Don't be enemies with the fate of my love.

Day 27

Prompt: A superstition you have

The 13th is a very unlucky day,
But maybe it's misunderstood.
I think it's lucky in everyway.

Go against the crowd and show
them there's nothing to fear.
Step on a crack, no superstition here.

Maybe they're all just too afraid,
so they'll never know the truth:
The 13th is likely a luckier day.

Day 26

Prompt: Physical attraction to someone

I put perfume on so it'll linger a while.
I look at you, matching blue eyes.

You're on the other side of the room
but feel so close to me now.
Magnets bring us together with a pull.
We're connected.

You put your hand on my elbow.
You look at me, we both know.

We haven't even said hello,
But we both know.
We both know.

Day 25

Prompt: A time you were tempted to do something you feel is wrong

It's standing there on the tip of my tongue,
Like a pearl in a shell.
We both know what I say is wrong,
But it's sour words I sell.

You take it down just like a Sweet Tart
And won't ask anymore.
It's in your mind and I know it too.
You know who I'm selling for.

I do it to bandage wounds of others.
My scars just bleed out.
I can't take back those sour words,
Too late for truth now.

Day 24

Prompt: Driving with the radio on

I take the steering wheel and you take my heart.
Turn that radio down. You know where we are.
It's buzzing in the background behind our talk.
We can't let it silent for fear our words will stop.

I'm keeping my hands steady, curves ahead on the road.
You know I like this song, just one more before home.
Our lips become conductors, and words in symphony.
The air is blasting and so many notes carry happily.

Now I'm driving down that road alone,
but the radio plays our song. The tones
bring me back to those summer days
and I know you're not that far away.

Day 23

Prompt: Write about the smell of: burning food, melting snow, the ocean, your grandparents' home, the inside of a bus or pavement after the rain

There's a candy coating in the air, this summer day.
We're playing by the fruit tree, a jungle party in the rain.
Your plants hang down like bushes from a different land.
We'll play huckle-buckle-bean stalk, forgetting issues at hand.

You're making us something with tomato sauce,
but baking brownies for the after thought.
Only if we behave while you're the one in charge.
But you don't like to disapline, only fun in this barge.

That was a back in yester-year with the green-walled house
with the cactus and the striped chairs. I wish I could go there now.

Day 22

Prompt: How a kiss feels

Standing in the dimmed street light,
This is where we say goodbye.
Innocence in those big blue eyes,
I'm not usually this shy.

Hand in hand, you pull me in,
I'm falling through your sugared grin.
Remember back to where we've been?
Leave those problems out of those lips.

It's not long before you pull away.
Things this sweet can never stay.
We both know how easily we're frayed.
I hope you still remember those days.

Cause I still feel that soft sound
Even though you're not around.
I wish that night hadn't drowned,
But we couldn't be let down.

Day 21

Prompt: Birthdays

Give me a tea party, 
It's a very merry unbirthday.
Treats say they'll make me grow.
Growing up is very hurting.

Send me to Neverland,
I'll be a kid forever.
It's a very merry unbirthday.
Growing young is clever.

I'll be living in my youth
There, but getting older by the day.
Growing up isn't easy.
It's a very merry unbirthday.

Day 20

Prompt: An affair

She's sipping tea at the cafe through pierced lips.
Her sunglasses hide her identity.
You're sitting adjacent, her secret wish.
They're in the public eye, but no one can see.

He's waiting at work for her to bring his coffee,
But she's taking her time, talking to you.
She hasn't had this much since she's been married.
You're the source of rumors with some truth.

She doesn't care what they say anymore,
He'll understand and take her back.
You'll still be on the other side of the closed door.
She can always repeat the past.

Day 19

Prompt: Your greatest fear

A picket fence in a manicured lawn,
Know all the neighbors from walking the dog,
The houses are all identical twins,
Thats just how it goes when conformity wins.

It's more than just a life for yourself.
You're molding clay becoming everyone else.
It's the fear of being average we have,
But many of us still fall into that trap.

Become amazing and unique,
Not another china doll antique
stuck on a shelf so up high.
Defy conformity with all your might.

Day 18

Prompt: Reflections on a window

Through the looking glass, I see it all.
My life I once had, before you let me fall
through the window to shatter the glass.
I promise you I won't regret the past.

You're standing in a new house
with some new taste on your mouth.
I'm laying on the grass outside
watching your shadows cast by lights.

Happiness is what you had sought.
Too bad it's something you never got.
You could have had it all one day.
Too bad you gave me all away.

Day 17

Prompt: The speed of light

You're mind is made up of a million seconds,
Racing faster because you're letting
Yourself get wrapped up in fantasies.
You tell me not to ever leave.

I believe every thing you said.
It's getting darker now and you're set
to walk away. I'm hooked on now.
But the light is flickering out.

Faster than the speed of sound.
You, once there. I'm starting to drown.
My night light has gone out.
And I'm hooked in now.
And I'm hooked in now.

Day 16

Prompt: Forgetting

A mind is a funny tool.
We cannot use it to our own will,
Yet it is our own.

We cannot remember
yesterday and all of it's thrills.
So precious taken away.

Promise you won't forget me.
Promise you'll never regret me.
Remember me, remember me.
That is all I wish.
Just give me this promise. 

Day 15

Prompt: An event that changed you

I'm sitting in white walls bound to the seat I'm in.
There's static flying around and voices say it's a sin.
They want to change who I am, but I won't let them.
They think I'm different because I'm so good at pretend,
But I'm a dormant volcano, waiting for the right time
to blow up again. Welcome to my little life.
I think I've convinced them, and almost myslef too.
White walls and devil wings, never makes the truth.

Day 14

Prompt: Jealousy

You didn't buy me a new ring,
But who am I to judge?
I'm merely a play thing.
And you and her are bound by the law.

I can't help feeling a bit neglected
when you only see me late
at night. As second choice, selected
when she's away and you're alone.

Promise me we'll runaway
and you will never look at another.
I shouldn't really have a say,
But I think I'm the prettier.

Day 13

Prompt: Something most people see as ugly but which you see as beautiful

Your skin is cracked like broken glass, shards cutting deeper in.

You're crying yourself to sleep most nights and hiding your own skin.

You took the road not many would and paying for it now.

They don't understand you. They'll never understand you.

You traded the dolls and dresses for white rooms and white suits.

It's not your fault you fell so easily into life's pitiful chute.

You're just wishing for acceptance and another chance.

I can understand you. I'll always understand you.

Day 12

Prompt: A ghost, a secret box, an ice cube tray, and a velvet ribbon

A present sits at my front door,

Red with a dog-eared ribbon.

What’s in the box and who brought it?

The message on the note is hidden

from an ink stained pen.

I cool my lemonade down

on this god awful hot day.
Its not windy, but I hear whispering.

The voices have something to say

but they’re milleniums away.

Day 11

Prompt: A bad dream

And the monsters come out at night with nine heads.

I'm laying in bed waiting for you to save me.

When I awake I can't escape cause you're evil instead.

You're the one I'm running from, but you seem a safety.

You're the nightmare that follows me wherever I go.

I'm just a child seeing shadows dance on my wall.

They turn into my wildest fantasies you can't know.

The sweet monsters sing as I slip and to sleep, I fall.

Day 10

Prompt: How to know if you're in love

Something isn't normal, the way he feels tonight.

He remembers her perfume, lingering delights,

A fantasy that will never leave him forever.

Something he must hold onto but can't quite grasp.

Images of her necklace come back in a small flash,

A beautiful dream, leaving his body in tremors.

The question is, can he risk it? Is it worth it?

All's fair in love and war, but no one wants to lose.

But she can't wait forever, so honey, come save her soon.

Day 9

Prompt: Write about the sight of: lit windows in a house when you're standing outside at night, someone you love when he or she doesn't know you're watching, a dying plant, shadows on snow

Roses suffocate under blankets of white

And drops of light float out to me.

It's warm in there, but it's cold in your heart.

Don't worry about me. I see

Everything I couldn't be when you left me.

She cooks you a wonderful life,

While I'm falling into the shadows.

Tell me, now, have you really forgotten me?

The secrets haunts me, all I know.

Now I'm just a crispy rose in melting snow.

Day 8

Prompt: Growing Older

They told us to enjoy our days,

But, baby dolls in hands, we ignored the advice.

We just wanted responsibility,

Freedom and ability to create our own rights.

We should have listened.

We started driving cars

And craving danger and affection.

We didn't want the responsibility

That came with the desires of our objections.

We're living immortality. 

Now we stand on city streets,

Hanging on to small paychecks and memories.

We're living, breathing responsibility

And our life has become tragedies.

We should have listened.

We should have listened.

Day 7

Prompt: Falling asleep or waking up

Owls sing from out my window of my new house,

They're noises you wouldn't hear in my old city.

I'm slipping into a peaceful darkness in Mommy's bed.
Daddy pets my back until I'm fully serene and at ease.

I'll dream of Peter Pan and adventures found 
in Neverland. And of my castles and pretty
ball gowns from another time.  I'm safe in Mommy's bed.
Daddy's watching over me as my breaths start to ease.

The dreams become more real.  I'm living in imaginary
until the sun comes shining in bright and early.
The scent of vanilla from Mommy's kitchen wafts upstairs.
I take my place on Daddy's lap as he reads the paper.

He reads the cartoon section and I dip my waffles in berry
syrup on my Barbie plate. This is a typical Sunday.
Mommy goes to get the baby from her room upstairs.
Me and Daddy dance around the living room, hats made out of paper.

Day 6

Prompt: The Moon

La luna's shining bright tonight just for me to see.
It's punched in with craters, so imperfectly.
It tells us there is more than just what's right here.
It binds the times and makes far off so near.

A godess must be living there looking down.
Does she like what she sees on the earth so round?
Have the people made a mess of themselves?
I bet she can fix us and bring us out of our hells.

Day 5

Prompt: Being a teenager, becoming an adult, middle age, old age

Staying up late, but we'd rather be in bed.
We're just trying to catch up to the rest of them.
We're living the high life in a blink of an eye,
Preparing to get ready to waste all our time
Trying to achieve the acknowledgement we dream.
But at the end of the day we'll look back on the scenes
From when we could stay up without a care
Because now we're worrying about our gray hair.
Worrying will cease when we come to a time
When we are content with events in our lives.
And we'll look back without any regrets
On those sleepless nights because it was our life and we can never forget.

Day 4

Prompt: A smell that brings back memories

The world is dressed in seafoam green,
And we're dressed your kid's old dance costumes.
We're living in the world only seen
By those under a certain age. Figments of candy looms,
comfort our souls through the air we breath.

You're in the kitchen cooking, a place
I will never seen again. Because we've grown up and
you've moved on to another space.
But floods still rush me back to yesterday's land.
People can't forget such an important place.

PC Day 3

Prompt: Your Mother's Perfume

I turn around to face the bed, my head down.
Back to the pillow, but it's not shut-eye I seek.
Memories come back to me. I hear the sounds
Of children sing.  You laugh and hold onto me.

Don't let me go.  I'm hanging onto your pinky finger
In the middle of the night. You're singing softly.
My nose in the pillow where your flowers linger,
I'm falling asleep to these two senses.

I wake up to a cold, dark cave.  I realize
I'm alone with no one to save me from the night.
Don't let me fade into another goodbye.
I turn around to face the sky, my dreams of youth tonight.

PC Day 2

Prompt: Being underwater

It’s serene down here, looking up,

Seeing the world in foggy liquid glass.

It’s so chaotic up there, working hard,

Wasting time to never get it back.

I’m glad I made this choice,

Now I’m wading under water.

I’m sleeping better with ease,

My lungs adapt to the water.

I think I’ll grow a tale, become Ariel,

The princess of a new kingdom.

But I’m still holding my breath,

And now I’m becoming numb.

PC Day 1

Prompt: Night Time

Thoughts are racings, you are coming back again

Into my mind.  What do I find? Happiness but then

I see your face and all you hide.  It’s just another dream.

I wish I could say the least, but you’re not a another dream.

A figment of my imagination now is all you’ll ever be.

Late at night while babies and children sleep,

I’ll be in bed, but still awake for all eternity.

I’m trapped in a moment inside all eternities.

Come now, it’s time to sleep, but sleep is for the weak.

I think I’m strong.  Is it wrong to think of the unseen?

At bedtime, out to play come all your demons.

At nighttime, all your demons become all my demons.

31 Day Poetry Challenge Intro

During the month of October I will be completing a 31 Day Poetry Challenge.  I will write a poem everyday according to the prompts below.  I will try to post them each day as well.  Comments and feedback are encouraged (as long as they are clean). 

1. Night-time
2. Being underwater
3. Your mother's perfume
4. A smell that brings back memories
5. Being a teenager, becoming an adult, middle age, old age
6. The moon
7. Falling asleep or waking up
8. Growing older
9. Write about the sight of: lit windows in a house when you're standing outside at night, someone you love when he or she doesn't know you're watching, a dying plant, shadows on snow
10. How to know if you're in love
11. A bad dream
12. A ghost, a secret box, an ice cube tray, and a velvet ribbon
13. Something most people see as ugly but which you see as beautiful
14. Jealousy
15. An event that changed you
16. Forgetting
17. The speed of light
18. Reflections on a window
19. Your greatest fear
20. Having an affair, or discovering your partner is having one
21. Birthdays
22. How a kiss feels
23. Write about the smell of: burning food, melting snow, the ocean, your grandparents' home, the inside of a bus, pavement after the rain
24. Driving with the radio on
25. A time you were tempted to do something you feel is wrong
26. Physical attraction to someone
27. A superstition you have
28. a betrayal, soap, and a plane ticket
29. Someone you admire
30. Rain, snow, or a storm
31. Form of magic spell

(prompts are compiled from websites)