Wind-up

I swear

I was born

with a wind-up winch

in the middle

of my spine.

It gets cranked and

twisted,

’til I am tense

with the strain of it.

But instead of running or jumping,

I unravel.

 

I’ve been meaning to do a wrap-up of NaNo for this year, but I didn’t feel like it today. Here’s a poem I recently wrote instead. I hope everyone’s doing well.

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To fluorescent lights

How I hate thee

O fluorescent lights!

You burn my retinas by day

and haunt my dreams at night.

I know you exist to be suns

no matter how awful the weather

but if we need a manmade sun,

we surely can do better.

 

Since starting my first full time job in August, I have discovered the depths of my hatred for fluorescent lighting. So I decided to write a poem about it.

To my neighbors

You built this house

with all these fine,

wide windows

yet your curtains remain

drawn,

your blinds closed.

Why, when

you have such

a lofty vantage point

do you shut out

the view of the world?

As some of you may remember, I have a great fondness for windows. My neighbors have such a beautiful house but they never take advantage of their windows. That makes me sad.

 

To certain someones

You said I had beauty

in me

but you

couldn’t recognize

the beauty of me.

They say

only one

kind of beauty matters,

the beauty found within,

but I’m not sure

that’s true.

Even the holiest of holies

must have

a home

and what is more holy

than a heart and soul?

I say, next time,

don’t give me a half-compliment.

Love the full me

or get out of my sanctuary.

I hadn’t written a rage at my exes poem in a while.