NaPoWriMo Day 18 - The Best MedicineWhat is the therapy of life?NaPoWriMo Day 18 - The Best Medicine by ~RanaElaseim
The perfect mentality which
brings human to human (or to
self) and sets us on the wavelength of success?
Less muscles than usual sends
creases along
the frame of the face,
erupting, either gently under boiling
oceans or
catastrophically, bubbling and burping outward
into unfathomable, continuous
space:
the typical remedy for a lackluster
grind. Is this not simply a cover
up of the symptoms?
A way to ignore the true source
of our failings, we cling to
distraction and distortion of the truth
around us; not
necessarily
a negative in our lives, just a
misinterpretation of what it truly is,
a want
NaPoWriMo Day 17 - TwitchA twitch,NaPoWriMo Day 17 - Twitch by ~RanaElaseim
tip of toe,
works northward,
reflex in the kneecap.
Transfers through shoes
sets the neighbor
toes dancing,
dodging thr panther
stalking in the weeds.
NaPoWriMo Day 16 - ChoiceI stand before you,NaPoWriMo Day 16 - Choice by ~RanaElaseim
shield against the swords
and storms that
dare to charge against
a brazen king.
Not so brazen as to be
unloved,
although you would beg to argue,
emphasize the moments of falter,
the short comings of a young warrior
indecisive,
dumbfounded to be found
alone.
But oh, how you forget
the rustic cry of defiance
that sent shudders through our bones
that day,
how demons ceased their glutony
and bowed deep into the dirt,
a homage to the vagabond king.
With no rally to your call,
still you threw yourself at the most grevious
of the horde,
its sins open and heavy, lingering in the
blood-seeped wind.
Beast ag
NaPoWriMo Day 15 - CircleThe concept of no beginningNaPoWriMo Day 15 - Circle by ~RanaElaseim
and no end
is the most natural occurrence
of the universe,
and yet the most difficult
for man to conceive.
We see it all around us,
we utilize it more than
any other visual,
and yet conceptually
we are overcome with denial.
The planets,
the solar system,
the vast galaxies revolve
in an endless loop.
Foundations of roots
convene into towering spires
where children join hands and sing
of black rings
on decaying flesh.
At times angles are introduced,
temporary diversions from a
smoother path,
in groups of five or six;
bends, but never broken.
Envious of the defiance of all
we can come to unde
Stuck 
Sta.sh
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