Day 7

April 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

I am nothing

but a fading breath.


One of these days I’ll have the time to write substantial poetry!

Day 6

April 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

there was a moment

when the spaces between our breaths

became all of us.

Day 5 – Inside My Heart

April 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

Inside of my heart

there is a hurricane that

I cannot now stop.


I know I am five days behind currently but I have been incredibly busy with college work. I hope to catch up over the weekend, probably with more short poems. But here’s a haiku for poem #5.

Day 4 – I can’t paint you my life in words

April 4, 2014 § Leave a comment

Last night I dreamed that I was more

than the words that slipped past my lips.

Day 3 – The Child Within

April 3, 2014 § Leave a comment

The child within you is a cry of help.

Your eyes illuminate red,

danger spelled within your pursed lips.

Fragile, fractured limbs

calling out for help –

and within you are the cracks

that have seeped into these bones

over years of ache.

You spiral downward – rock bottom is a vision

of grandeur, to you.

You whisper evil to yourself

in the night – and the words

you inscribe onto your skin,

feel them with every touch.


The child within you is a cry of help,

pry him out with aching fingers,

rip away the man you have become.


There’s still a couple of minutes to midnight here so I’m technically on track for NaPoWriMo from here onwards… presuming I’m able to keep writing one a day as the month proceeds.

P.S. Thank you for reading and if any of you are participating in NaPoWriMo, let me know so I can have a gander at your poetry also!

Day 2 – Monsters

April 3, 2014 § Leave a comment

you wake up at midnight with forgotten words on your lips

like breaths of whispers lingering

on your skin the moisture of nightmares

clinging like horror stories –

you are fading into the night.

In your wake, there are monsters.

In your sleep – monsters.


Not a great poem, admittedly, but something quick I managed to throw together. Don’t judge me by the poetry I produce during April!

NaPoWriMo Day 1 – Spring

April 2, 2014 § Leave a comment


Spring falls like a heavy breath –

raindrops clustered into leaves,

the wind awakened with the trees,

puddles of rain fading into streets,

sunshine dampened onto the sky

and Spring is a heavy breath on the world.


A little late. I wish this is what spring was like in Ireland.


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