Unheard of

The sound of silence was ringing in my ears
drowning out all other noise
like the words you said

You did what? Say it again.
You did what?
Say it again.
You did…

oh, look at that cloud, it’s shaped like an apple tree,
the windfall apples scattered at its trunk,
the worms singing songs of decay,
reminding us of rotten leafs,
sugar turning into alcohol

What did you say again?
You did what?

I had only seen the preview of #OctPoWriMo day 5. Now I’ll go and read the prompt 🙂 It has something to do with autumn.

No brainer

You’re just using me for sex, she said
Finally someone can be bothered
They’ve prostituted my brain for longer than I care to remember
But nobody ever lay their hands on me

How come you whisper sweet nothings in my ears?
They don’t speak twelve languages fluently
How come you are interested in my breasts?
They’ve never solved a mathematical problem
Why do you caress my vagina?
It never won a spelling contest

You’re just using me for sex, she said
Finally someone cares that I’m female
My pristine brain you’ll never touch
But please, lay those hands on me again

I couldn’t care less
that I already forgot your name
Let’s just use each other for sex
and make me forget my brain

I wrote this yesterday for day 4 of NaPoWrimo. Little did I know what today’s prompt would be… For me it suits the spirit of the prompt, but I get it when people disgree. Let’s just say I prefer feminism over mysogism, so you know where I’m coming from.

She was a drunken draft

She was a drunken draft
of what their life together would be like

She hugged herself and danced,
dizzily,
looking so alone
that nobody dared to enter the space

Their conversation was a silent scream,
the untold story of faded dreams
forgotten before they were created

He listened without hearing
for he had not heard it
a thousand times before

His state was a sober one
an invoice
of their life together

No news is good news

Darling, we need to talk
– zap –
I’m serious
– zap –
Are you paying attention?
– sure –
We are bankrupt
– zap –

Written for #NaPoWriMo day 26. I might turn it into a longer one some day, but definitely not today. Tired and uninspired.

Wishful thinking

I wish you were here
I am all alone in my hotel room
I can’t stop thinking about you

I feel lost without you
I want you near me
I want to be with you night and day

I’m not kidding

There was a prompt about ten lies… You as a reader are invited to do the wishful thinking and decide on truth or lies. Written for #NaPoWriMo day 17

She talked about how sweet he was

She talked about how sweet he was
and how her parents would never meet him

She talked about how sweet he was
and how he went back to his wife

She talked about how sweet he was
and how she cried for a week

She talked about how sweet he was
and how he couldn’t stand that she had a boyfriend now

She talked about how sweet he was
she talked and talked and talked

The man who listened to her was silent
and I wondered what he thought

Did he wonder
how she bought that
just like me

Did he wonder
can I fuck her
just like him

Did he wonder
how the asshole got away with it
just like I did

She talked about how sweet he was
and I just wanted to hit her

(For #NaPoWriMo day 9, ignoring all the prompts)

The only one

It was about time
it will be good
that we are over and done with

It was about time
I was done
with her mood swings and her fits

It was about time
game set and match
her service – a pretty bad one

It was about time
everything is always my fault

That was hers

The only one

I’ve just found an older version. It got some feedback and I edited it. Three years later I somehow like the old version better. Any thoughts?

The only one

It was about time
it will be good
that we are over and done with

It was about time
I was done
with her mood swings and her fits

It was about time
game set and match
30 love, not even a player

It was about time
everything is always my fault

That was hers

The only one

Telltale

Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you care
Tell me that you want me
Tell me you’ll be there

I’ll tell you that I hate you
I’ll tell you never mind
I’ll tell you that I want to
kick you in the behind

Tell me you’ll forgive me
Tell me you’ll be back
I’ll act like I’ll come with you
I’ll gently break your neck

You cannot come near me
You need to go away

You touched me once too often
and I will make you pay

(There seem to be two different sets of #napowrimo prompts this year. I tried one that didn’t work for me today (The golden shovel, never mind) and decided on the other one: a poem without using the letter s)