the shallow pit

to compare
your demons
to my demons
the idea of
hell is
always hell.


cosmic intervention

you were my solitude.
i met you shortly after summer in
a shady shanty, a gathering of few.
you tried to meet my eyes but i
was clamoring for the razzle dazzle.

you were my solitude.
you inched closer and found me
at the corner facing my army;
everything was inevitable as that gaze
met mine and never left since then.

you were my solitude.
we were the polar opposites;
you were slow, calm and steady,
i was an explosion waiting to happen.
the universe awaits.

you were my solitude.
i took you to places, you met
a few new faces. you took me to places
and consumed me in the scenery and
the only memory of your face.

you were my solitude.
but you were tangled in the klieg of
bright constellations, into a love/hate affair
with the comets that
chased after that first night.

you were my solitude.
and as i finally eased into
your orbit, we moved further.
and as i found myself you were lost in
a whim, waltzing with your skeletons.

you were my solitude.
the earth was not our meeting place as
i lead us cruising through stellars, you drove to
see the milky way and came across a
cosmic intervention- of being worlds apart.


Prompt: A Valediction for Day Six (modified)

Val Britton

I walk alone;
With a shudder and a stutter through
the cold dark streets of winter that
lead to nowhere and everywhere.

I walk alone;
Turning a deaf ear to the warnings of
heavy snow clinging down my back saying
I should leave this place for home.

I walk alone;
The wind can protest, the wind can whisper;
The path might be enveloped with fog but
in the hands of time, they change.

I walk alone;
And thus I am resilient, if days would move kindly;
As I see the beacon of hope clearly, why
look back when you can move forward?


Prompt: NaPoWriMo Begins!

First lines derived from Sylvia Plath‘s Soliloquy of the Solipsist.

Nicolas Kuligowski

I couldn’t catch the sunshine
although it glared at me and hit me from
the eye, down to the gut, down to..

I couldn’t catch the sunshine
though there I was with arms
outstretched and a vast open sky.

I couldn’t catch the sunshine
but it burned me slowly. then
suddenly, and unexpectedly.

I couldn’t catch the sunshine
with my palms clenched and unclenched.
Perhaps it was never really mine.

Here I am, taking the plunge and posting something to welcome myself. This is a blog purely devoted to NaPoWriMo 2013, unless I change my mind later on.

This year, I’m joining 893273928 other poets and people like me (who’d do it just because) for National Poetry Writing Month 2013 also commonly known as NaPoWriMo.

What is NaPoWriMo?

NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.

NaPoWriMo was founded in 2003, when poet Maureen Thorson decided to take up the challenge (modeled after NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month), and challenged other poets to join her. Since then, the number of participants has gotten larger every year, and many writers’ organizations, local, national and even international, organize NaPoWriMo activities.

In short, it’s going to be one poem each day for thirty days.

I’m way behind schedule already but I will try to make up for the last (lost) three days.


Here’s what you need to know:

  • I may or may not ignore writing prompts. It’s never intentional but I do tend to stray.
  • I don’t usually blog about my life because I’m sort of keeping things private. Heck even my lame attempts at poetry and prose are private, that’s why this is truly a first.
  • I never really take anything seriously. Most of my posts will consist of 10-30 minute scribbles over coffee break.
  • Comments are very much welcome. Must I allow you to say whatever you feel like saying or must I order you to be kind?
  • I’d like to read your work too. Drop me a line!

Let the word vomit commence!