Hello there.

Here is my final poem for NaPoWriMo.  It's called:
'Paper Flowers and a Painted mask.'

Butterflies flutter through exhausts.
Crystalised oxygen glittering in starlight.
Final breaths gasped through pale lips.
Glazed eyes flicker. Skin fades.
Final drops pour and lay on sordid ground.
Spindle fingers grasp to white strands.
Paper flowers quiver in the wind.

Linger in doorways that lead to darkness.
Let the rivers flow down your cheeks.
Choke back a gulp.
no one can hear the silence in your heart.
Place this mask a top your eyes.
Let it hide you.
Cover the bruises with a smile,
Allow the world to laugh.
Never stop. 
Don't Blink.
You can't be left behind. 

Listen.

White powder compacted to form a pill.
Simple. Small.
Let it slip.
Down throat, past muscle.
Bitter to taste, drink clear liquid.
Dull your mind.
Lie still.
The steady beat will waver.
Close your eyes. Forget your senses.
Just listen.
The constant beat trips.
Falls,
Slows...
STOPS.

Dreams unfold with the memories of old,
the wishes I wasted on a lie. 
Devastated to be lost at sea.
Without a chance of rescue or deliverance.
I search for a dream amongst the scattered ashes.  
The life I wanted is lost, disappeared in the smoke.  
I look towards the sky and feel the loneliness of the world lay on me. 
 But there is hope. 
A small beacon of light shines above,
breaking my solace and bringing warmth to my frozen tears. 
I smile.
and as that small beacon of light twinkles on the horizon,
I feel my spirit is lifted. 
I begin to imagine a new dream, 
a possible dream. 
And a future I can follow.

Lullaby for lost souls.

The Broken smile hides behind forced laughter.
The splintered ribs snap, covered with a half-hearted clap.
Blood stained tissue, bruised bones.
The black and blue pattern splattered on ivory skin,
Like an ink blot.
Tortured soul i hope for you.
Escape into your inward world of bliss.
Drug spun ecstasy.
your spirit caught by the rush, the risk, the high.
Now sing thee to sleep with this bitter sweet lullaby.
Calming the tears in your eyes,
Mending the bones and fading the flesh.
Till the broken smile returns again,
Always and forever your forced friend.

Frozen.

Cold tears fall from dark eyes.
A dull pain throbs in the emptiness inside.
My mind is numb, my body unresponsive.
Speech fails me.
Trapped in this shell i cannot move.
My breath glistens in the icy air.
Sparkling misery.
Frozen tears.
Dead inside, lost in the world i created.
The place in my mind. 
My perfect escape.
Now i'm trapped
Lost in the place between reality and imagination.
Too cold to care, to feel.
The pain nothing more than a reminder that i am alive.
That for now, i remain.
Frozen.

Bruises.

Bruises on my chest,
Bruises on my spine. 
They form.
Black and purple splotches
That linger in my mind.

Delicate folds smeared with pain.
Cold cutting shards still remain,
Embedded in the flesh,
Caught in the bone.
You go to scratch but they do not give.

Though the marks may fade the memories remain.
Bitter and twisted all the same.
No end to the pain, the remnants linger.
Misty details of sordid night’s stay locked inside.
Though you try to forget you can never forgive.

Paper Doll.

My skin is made of paper. 
Take this ink and colour me in.
Write on my heart and it will stain forever.
Place in my mind the shades of the world.
Draw me a personality.
Cover me in honesty, show me what you see.

Tattoo your mark upon me,
Then pass the pen along. 
Each in turn you will embellish me.
Mould me.
Build synapses and memories,
Re-write my history.

One and all you are my creators.
And in turn I will help create you.
With pen and paper we build.
Change.  
Form a new.
Old scraps tossed aside from within,
Replenish our ink wells and start again.

So take my battered body, my darkened mind.
Erase it all and draw me again.
Shape the image, sharpen the edge.
In the end what does this mean?
After all,
Are we the lines, or the space in-between?

Short sweet, 'Summer Sonnet' enjoy:

'A warm glow radiates across green plains,
Gracing the land with its glorious light.
Shimmering and splendid.
A summer’s breeze blowing in.'