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Day: O3O
Theme: Librarian

Call me softly by my name
and tempt me with my fate;
for we are all the ‘one to blame’
once at heaven’s gate.

they’ll call us by our soul bare names,
receive us in their arms -
they know each and every story told
by lessons learned through harm.

if you cross the golden gate
and find yourself entwined
just remember to mark your page
in the book of youth gone worn.

once the story has an end,
the book is shelved for time,
every name and nickname used
carved upon its spine.

share your tale far and wide
and read your story proud.
the Librarian has books to fine
and dues to call out loud.

when your book is overdue
you have no amnesty,
make sure you have lived your best
on every written leaf.

Comments:
Someone said a quote to me a few days ago about each of us having a story to tell and trying to make the best out of the one we live by the end of our life. I don’t know if I really encompassed the God thematic within the capitalization of Librarian but I hope maybe it comes through.

Day: O32
Theme: Peter Pan

Entry #1:

He grabs your hand and whispers “Let’s go”,
before taking off into the night;
he delights you with whimsical mystery and all the temptations of the seedy underworld,
all the while exciting you with promises of a bright and fresh tomorrow.
He knows what he does is wrong but you believe it to be right
and as the rhetorical theoretics of the Peter Pan syndrome flash before your eyes
so do the warning signs whizzing by with “slow down” and “speed limit” cautions.

It’s far too long a journey to go alone on and in a delirious state,
you begin to trust in what the man
(but is he really a man?) has to say.
Batching up concoctions of creamy popping delight,
spin the flower’s bulb and inhale,
don’t hold it in or you’ll freeze yourself in time.
Breathe. Breathe out. Fly up. Repeat.

So long as you follow the instructions carefully,
you’ll never get hooked on pixie dust.
Dancing in neon with the Lost Boys,
homeless vampires looking for prey,
a way out, a way to safety
nestled securely in blankets of soft addictions.
You promise yourself you’ll never be one of them,
until you find yourself holding a spoon, a lighter and fleeting thoughts of a past life gone too soon.

Peter Pan, oh the scoundrel,
he never warned you about the dangers
but he always had a glint in his eyes, a curly mullet dangling from the edge of a brimmed hat.
He’d putter around and whip up a new vice,
offer it to you with a hesitation in his hand,
which you’d quell when you accepted the offering of peace.
In many ways, it was a feeling he had never found until he met you.
Darting with his shadow in and out of vehicles, running from cops, promising to never get old.

Until it caught up with him;
the Captain had his hooks in both of you,
taunting and teasing, pulling you in and out of reconciliation with the fact
you could never escape.
Peter didn’t make it out so easily,
and the gator came crashing down on the wrong person.
It eclipsed him in one foul swoop of gnarly teeth, trapping him behind bars.
In and out of traffic he had woven,
but this time he couldn’t escape the shackles of society and his own mind.

There’s a certain silence now in Neverland,
accessible only by the tunnel Alice took into wonder.
Peter Pan had finally fallen,
and with him the dreams of the Lost Boys and you.

Entry #2:

Note to self:
(insert spoiler and link here)
Don’t forget to do this u dumb chick u

Day 034
Theme: Iris






My pen died burning_eyes
There are absolutely no pens here
ded

Day: O36
Theme: Nightmare Fuel

Once we realize how we dream
we can truly unleash the inner dialogue
behind our most sadistic thoughts.
Inward we delve
hoping to develop a new sense of purpose and justice
within our newfound exploration

If you truly believe that you can sanction off your inner good
And bring yourself to believe in your own worth
You may unlock a new secret that will speedily envelope your mind
It will taunt and tantalize lien the most corrupt vice
And you will see it everywhere

It’s a trip you can never come down from,
Tossing and turning in turmoil drive seas
It will grasp and claw and eat way at your tandem sanity
It will follow you into the brink of death and the
brisk but sweet feel of final release

For many this is nightmare fuel
Whistling and whizzing around on an open aircraft
Seeing blue skies as green
Wondering if the door opened into the real word
Or another reality

It will come as a surprise.
Friends promise you narcan
Save haven
Hearty worship in a idolized style

you won’t heed them of course
And you will grasp at any straw bringing you close
To the rush of excitement you felt
When staring death in the eyes

But you can’t escape the constant living nightmare
You fuel it with your addictions
And you will constantly continue to do so
Until you admit the relapse and the problem
And from there

You may rise into dreams.

Day O38
Theme: Pisces

My mother was a Pisces
Not in the way that soothed your soul
But in the kind of tempest you sink sailing ships
For she was the water
And the aqua was dark
She swallowed my hopes and dreams
Masked in her own failure futures

For fish that flock in families
She sure was sure
To swim alone
Floating aimlessly towards solace
In a space she made her home

She beat the waves into submission
A bubble rising into the tender ocean skies
It matched the sweet destruction
that she stole from where she lay / lie (occ: I can’t remember which form i want to use)

Horoscopes rarely vary
And they tell such scarring truths
That when you sleep so soundly down
The fishes feed on you.

Be not warned of your own premise
When you think you’re on your way
To happiness with a family
Because they will not stay

You’ll yearn for adventures travelled
Vicariously at that
Before long you’re distracted
by the tune of fates true call

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I got way off topic on this and covered a few different things to do with the horoscope Pisces but I’m just not feeling it. Poetry is getting worn out and repetitive so I’m going to switch back to drawing tomorrow morning. My tablet is back home so I’ll have to grab it and may need an hour extension tomorrow to because of time change but I will be in touch if I do.

I forgot the time zone changed!

Day 040
Theme: Drop The Beat!

Impairment

Things start off slowly
One drink at home
Two at the bar
Three at your friends house afterwards
Someone plays music
The song is loud
The notes hit home
As the stereo drops the beat

You’re at a festival
Dancing proud
Surrounded by good loving
Fun people
Great substances
Good vibes
Across the crowd the party thrives
As the DJ drops the beat

Three days pass
Without a call
No answer to their name
They can’t be found on any street
Or long lost beach
Because they’ve lost their chance to do so

Helicopters flew them to the hospital
After the drinking and driving went badly
Rescue trucks were sent in
But they couldn’t help save them
As the pulse stopped
And the heart monitor dropped the beat

For the final time
The beat was dropped



I had a DUI class I had to take (formalities for my insurance not because it was required) and I heard a lot of stories that because of confidentiality I can’t repeat but when I saw the theme it reminded me of the heart pulse thing and the beat it makes at the end of someone’s life.

I understand if I’m dropped from the hard mode, I did mess up a couple times due to time zones these past few days and also not having internet but I’m still plugging away at this challenge and I had no clue going into this how much I’d love poetry.