Day 30- In the End

Day 30- Write a poem employing extended metaphor to illustrate the experience of the last thirty days.

We decided to do this together in good and bad weather.

At the beginning it was easy, things would just flow; we could just enjoy the show.

I was a lot of fun and we were overexcited,

Guess that’s what happens when you just start a marriage.

Then you get sloppy, don’t focus on the small details,

You get tired of every day doing something that’s worth it.

Yet you love whom you’re with and everything you do.

So you get back up and try it again,

Because in the end, you know this is not just about you.


-M.A. Fernández

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


Day 28- In the Darkest Hour

Day 28- Visit a virtual art gallery and look around until you find a piece that intrigues you. Write a poem inspired by the artwork.

Gwen Ar Breizhou



The temptation is as real as a storm coming in. To grab the blade and let it all fade.

Slowly dripping away, all the pain and misery of those who wronged me.

But this truly isn’t about others or what they’ve done to me.

Yes, they may have started to destroy me, but now it’s about the all-consuming pain devouring me.

Dragging me to the deepest part of hell, if I’m not already there.

Some tell me to focus on what really matters but all I see is a disaster.

They never know what happens after. After all the laughs and smiles go away,

after the masks start to fade, it’s all a masquerade, who can put on a better face.

While some masks are starting to blend, I can no longer pretend.

The fake smiles and stupid laughs, it’s all starting to drive me mad.

I may have things to which I could go on to, but all I want to do is move on.

All I can think about is this moment and I know it’s a torment.

Only those who have been broken down know what I’m talking about.

I’ll take the blade; drag it across my soul, because I’m too scared to end up on the floor.

But I don’t want this pain to persist, because one day I’ll be the one slashing my wrist if I can no longer resist.


-M.A. Fernández

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

Day 27 – Unwritten

Day 27- Begin with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.” Then, write that poem.

The Poem I’d Never Write,

would reveal what’s inside.

The monster fighting back.

Your explosion left a small crack.

Now it’s trying to crawl.

A constant brawl.

Little parts seeping out.

Full of perpetual doubt.

It wants to be set free.

See a continual bleed.

An urge to feed.

It’s scratching at the surface

Of the pain you caused.

Mind paused, no laws.

On the brink of a lost cause.

Fighting what is for what was.


-M.A. Fernández

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

Day 26 – In Death

Day 26- Gather some magazines/catalogs you don’t mind cutting up and spend ten minutes flipping through them looking for words/sentences that spark your interest. Cut out the words as you go, and (at the end of the ten minutes) arrange the words to form a cut-out poem.


Feel my humor rise as you start to tell your next lie.

Timing never seems to be right and I beg you to leave my side.

You kiss me like it’s a joke you’ve reached a new low.

Your heart has darkened to a deep level.

With audacity, you say you want to keep safe my heart.

Don’t try and protect my emotions if you’re tearing my soul apart.

I’m scared of where your morals lie.

You hurt the deepest parts of my world and you don’t even try.

Such a cunning wit fools me to stay.

In the back of my mind, I’m pushing away.

Your concerns are far from what should matter.

I swear to you today there will be tomorrow.


-M.A. Fernández

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

Day 25 – Hurricane

Day 25- Write a poem that includes all of the following words: pistachio, ink, pebble, weather, varnish.

The weather full of ink.

Flying pebbles.

Wind an extreme rebel.

Grass ripped pistachios colors.

Tones higher than the treble.

Varnish hard as rubble.

Nothing but trouble.

Life is gonna tumble.

Never-ending rumble.


-M.A. Fernández

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

Day 24 – Worldly Beast

Day 24- Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild!

It starts wild and free.

Nothing can stop me.

Heart alive, pounding.

The blood circulates through my veins.

So much pleasure turns me insane.

The beast is coming out.

Prepare yourself or run now.

Won’t hold back, going to attack.

Leave behind some penetrating crack.

Intertwined to a spiritual level.

Reach lower than the bass, but take you to the treble.

Not a saint, be your personal rebel.

Teach you how to create intense trouble.

All that’ll be left behind is a beautiful rubble.


-M.A. Fernández

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

Day 23 – Storm of a Love

Day 23- Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).

It’s true that fresh air is good for the body, reviving the essence,

Beautiful in its presence.

But everything good can also be bad.

A great substance becomes sad.

Under a powerful existence become mad.

Intense material running through my veins.

Lifting me up yet dragging me down, making me sane but giving me pain.

Your severeness is suffocating, like a wild love, breaking yet empowering.

Crushing under your mighty wing.

Forever need you, because this is our body.


-M.A. Fernández

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

Day 22- Pick up Truck

Day 22- What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.

Full of power, firm in its place.

Always leaves behind some type of trace.

A deep sound or dark tire tracks.

Too big to fall inside a crack.

A roar that scares, makes me hit the gas pedal.

For my driving at that point would never get a medal.


-M.A. Fernández

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

Day 21- Re-order

Day 21- Choose one of the poems you’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. You could rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!

I will be the friend you never had.

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

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.

The ink ill use will be everlasting,

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

You will hold your own volumes in my infinite rows,

Amazing anyone with your beautiful show.

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.

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 relive all the things that hold my essence.

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

To get to know all of my lovely flowers and secret desires.

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


-M.A. Fernández

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

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