Day 20 – On this day

Day 20- Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.

He looked me in the eye.

I tried to look away but something would not let me.

“When did you stop loving me?” he said.

Sadden by his question yet laughter in my throat.

My mind wandering, this seems like a scene from a movie,

a famous screenwriter once wrote.

I focus back, the sadness in his eyes making me want to go home.

Many times I thought about how I deserved to be alone.

A good one has broken and it isn’t fair.

I was always supposed to be there.

To treat him right, be his morning light.

Now I’ll be the reason he can’t sleep at night.

“It’s not that I don’t love you, I always will.

Yet my heart only lives for the moment and the trill.

I’m sorry to say for this reason I have to let you go.

Because one day I know you won’t be able to take no more.”

 

-M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

 

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Day 19 – Sweep Away

Day 19- Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.

Sweep it all away.

Don’t let anything stay.

Sweep the gray.

It’s the perfect way.

Let the dirt pay.

Should have never lain.

I will make it weigh.

It may be wrong, it may be right,

I’ll do it anyway.

This will be the last day.

I’m sorry if I have to betray.

I can no longer delay.

You’re an eternal pain.

I can no longer let you display.

I will sweep you away.

 

-M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Day 18 – My Grim Reaper

Day 18 – Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.

The feeling came over me once again dark, menacing, treating.

Coming in from behind when I least expect it.

Creeping like a dark shadow wouldn’t leave me alone.

Dragging me through the dirt taking me to my own tomb.

Tried to get back up and always kicked me down.

Live life with a constant frown.

Don’t know where to go now.

Feel people watching me like hawks, someone new trying to make me balk.

Finding anything they might gain.

Playing me like a simple game.

They want to use me; here they come.

I better start to run.

Run for my life while I still have a chance.

Tangle me in a never-ending dance.

They fight to make me a slave of their own filthy desire.

Can’t burn the mistakes with the purest fire.

If I count, I won’t survive.

Cause none of them will let me thrive.

I’ll fight for my life so I won’t feel used.

 

-M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

 

Day 17 -Perception Rhyme Royal

Day 17- Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.

In the absence of my mind, I dwell.

Trying to figure out where to head from here.

Pondering what is wrong and what is swell.

I can feel that nagging thought in the rear.

This is starting to become severe.

I try to make sense of my situation.

But I never seem to have the right perception.

 

-M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Day 16 – Classically Perfect

Day 16- Respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own.

All the books that you have written I will read,

because I would like to know someday,

that someone did the same for me.

That they took their time to get to know all of my lovely flowers and secret desires.

To flicker through the pages of my good and bad memories.

To relive all the things that hold my essence,

yet respect my secrets, keep closed the books I have pushed back, in my presence.

I will write you into my story and hope that you will do the same.

Because I know how feeling unwanted can cause so much pain.

You won’t be a mere page, a chapter or a book in my shelf,

you will be one of the main reasons why it stands there.

You will hold your own volumes in my infinite rows,

amazing anyone with your beautiful show.

The ink ill use will be everlasting,

so everyone can know you were meant to be a classic.

I will be the friend you never had,

show in our pages that for this you’ll always be glad.

 

-M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Day 15 – The Storyteller

Day 15- Post a poem (written by someone else) that you love (for any reason).

Author-Unknown

She has a bookshelf for a heart,

And ink runs through her veins;

She’ll write you into her story,

With the typewriter in her brain.

Her bookshelf’s getting crowded,

With all the stories that she’s penned,

Of the people who flicked through her pages,

But closed the book before the end.

And there’s one pushed to the very back,

That sits collecting dust,

With its title in her finest writing,

“The one’s who lost my trust”.

There’s books she’s scared to open,

And books she doesn’t close;

Stories of every person she’s met,

Stretched out in endless rows.

Some people have only a sentence,

While others once held a main part,

Thousands of inky footprints,

That they’ve left across her heart.

You might wonder why she does this,

Why write of people she once knew?

But she hopes one day she’ll mean enough,

For someone to write about her too.

Day 14- Attempt at a Bad Poem

Day 14 – Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.

So she ran after him and cried out, but he didn’t turn around.

She was in agony, until she found harmony.

Now she’s free, helping others believe.

I guess that’s when she reached me.

But I didn’t want to be set free.

She told me it was time to let go that I deserved more.

So I finally reasoned and was set free of what was chaining me up and now I can help others like she helped me, that’s our ministry.

Many times I still get scared but I have friends that are there.

I know I will make it through because I’m guiding others too.

I’m not sure if that’s what I’m supposed to do.

But it seems like the best option at the moment.

 

-M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Day 13 – My Best Friend

 Day 13- Write a short poem that a child would like.

My mommy took me to a sweet world,

Filled with beautiful doggies and said let’s take one home,

I searched all around and found one in a corner, his body curled.

I learned by his side and his face lit up,

He jumped and barked and wagged his tail,

I picked him up and we left behind a happy trail.

I told my mommy if we would take him home

And she said yes, yes we will.

To this very day, I still have my puppy

And I always give thanks for this, to my mommy.

 

M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Day 12- Life Story

 Day 12- Tell your life story in 6 words.

Young

Innocent

Confused

Expansion

Renewed

Champion

 

M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved

Day 11-Black Is

 Day 11- Write a list poem.

Black is,

Darkness.

Madness.

Stress.

Sadness.

Emptiness.

Secretiveness.

Mysteriousness.

Protectiveness.

Seriousness.

Covers and uncovers.

Prevention of communication.

Black is,

Power.

Intimidation.

Discipline.

Resiliency.

Self Control.

Sophistication.

Elegance.

Formality.

Authority.

Glamour.

Boldness.

Renewal.

Transformation.

Potential.

Possibility.

 

M.A. Fernández

© 2015 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved