November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 6: Blitzing Open the Way

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open the door

open the way

way to go

way way out

out you get

out of here

here you go

here you are

are you awake

are you sleeping

sleeping alone

sleeping in

in your bed

in your head

head on out

head on down

down the shaft

down the stairs

stairs to the attic

stairs to the street

street with no name

street leading away

away from this place

away from this town

town with no heart

town with no prospects

prospects for gold

prospects for growth

growth of a weed

growth of a flower

flower of love

flower of power

power over others

power corrupts

corrupts the soul

corrupts society

society thrives

society crumbles

crumbles to ruin

crumbles to dust

dust my broom

dust off my old boots

boots made for walking

boots walk all over you

you are my dream

you are my sorrow

sorrow fills my voice

sorrow fills my heart

heart...

voice...

~Cie~

Note:

Today's prompt for the November PAD Chapbook Challenge was to write an opening poem. I can't think of a more opening poem than a poem that opens with open.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 1: Once Upon a Time

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Once upon a time

I dreamed

once upon a time

he was

but now there's nothing left

except the misery

as summer disappears

and the barkers burst the colorful balloons

and take down the faire

players only love you

when you bring them money

gas, grass, or ass

no-one rides for free

little boys grow up

become corrupt

use and throw away

stupid girls

once upon a time

I believed in something

once upon a time

I thought someone waited for me

now I know the truth

the only one waiting 'round the corner

to put his arms around me

is death

that no matter where I am

I'm just two steps ahead of that man

some days I'm philosophical

some days I'm scared out of my fucking mind

and some days I'd welcome the bastard

with open arms

once upon a time

you were mine

you loved this wretched, broken thing

but like a leaf on the breeze you blew away

some things are too corrupted to love 

I thought I saw you coming back to me

but then I woke from my dream

the fairytale disappeared

in a puff of smoke

like Little Jackie Paper

you snuffed out your dreams of Puff

dragons aren't real

magic only exists in fairy tales

and love is nothing but a lie

once upon a time

I believed in happy ever after

now I only believe

that dreams vanish

and hearts break

and

everything

dies

~Cie~

Note:

I just found out about the Writers Digest Poem a Day Chapbook Challenge. Now I am playing catch-up. Click here to learn more.

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 6th 2019, Halloween (Senryu)

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I miss the lost days

when I believed in magic

I miss Halloween

~Cie~

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 10: Touch Me Again (Choka)

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I miss being held

Warm in the womb of your arms

I dream alone now

Drowning in a pool of tears

Undertow take me

I give myself to the deep

The deep majesty

Let me dream of you again

Feel your touch again

As when this flight was yet young

~Cie~

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