NaPoWriMo Day 11 – A few more minutes please

A few more minutes please!

I open my eyes,

Half awake, half asleep.

I look at the clock

And sigh with relief!

It will be another 10 minutes

Before the alarm goes.

So hurriedly

My eyes I close.

Those few extra minutes

Are so precious to me!

My wonderful dream

I had to complete you see.

A night time of sleeping

In those few minutes I’ll squeeze,

So for another ten minutes

Don’t wake me up please!

 

NaPoWriMo Day 10 – Sparkles on the tree

Sparkles on the tree

They see her as the sparkling fairy

On the top of the Christmas tree.

They see the laughter and cheer

And want it all.

 

They see her cope with life

And admire her strength

They see the power

And hunger for it.

 

And she sits in the darkness

Of her memories and pain

And watches them

And wonders how many of them would want to know her

Underneath that sparkling mask.

 

Would they be able to deal with her scars?

Would they be able to carry her pain?

 

Would it be too much to dream

That one day someone would come

Who would see not the fairy on the tree

But the timid girl in the dark

One who was scared of loving or being loved

And would sit next to her

And hold her hand

And together they would watch the stars.

NaPoWriMo Day 9 – I dreamt of you last night

I dreamt of you last night.

I dreamt of you last night.

I woke up this morning,

And you weren’t there.

You won’t be coming back ever.

I was sad for a moment,

There was a tiny knot of pain

Right there in the middle of my chest.

And my eyes misted over with tears.

But then I looked out of the window

And I smiled.

I put on my shoes,

Selected my music,

And went out for a walk.

Oh! What a glorious day to be alive!

NaPoWriMo Day 8 – The imp in my purse

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The imp in my purse

There is an imp in my purse ,

I’m sure he is the one,

Who gobbles all my money,

Just to have some fun.

I had five notes of five hundred.

Now there are only two.

I know I didn’t spend them,

Or lend them to any of you.

It is that naughty imp,

Who eats up all my money.

He does it for a joke.

He thinks it’s very funny

When I think I have the dough

And go on a spending spree

And realise I am broke

I hear him laughing at me.

I try and try to catch him,

But he’s always so spry.

So there is nothing  for me to do,

But over my lost money to cry.

Oh yes! There is an imp in my purse.

I’m sure he is the one,

Who gobbles all my money,

Just to have some fun!