Breathing Poetry

Written by Noah Champoux
He is 18 years old, and lives in Winterpark, Florida, USA
His blog: Noah the Great

Home

The soul searches for a home,
when its doors lock itself out:
it takes what it has and leaves;

he whispers in her ears
the last of his breath,
but she closes her mind away:

his fingers stretch for words,
but they’re stuck in a past mind.
his screams sound by night,

as the lies give him reason to live:
she holds him close, crying,
telling him not to leave;

minutes and days pass away,
he doesn’t notice the changing seasons:
dead from the inside, he looks out

through the glass windows
of his eyes, wondering
what life would have been like.

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.

Written by Noah Champoux
He is 18 years old, and lives in Winterpark, Florida, USA
His blog: Noah the Great

Sailors

Oceans show no sympathy
to ships drifting
somewhere, anywhere;

those desperate sailors
with undying optimism
haven't traveled.

In fragments of fractions
a lapse of thought
sails you to error:

a tipped boat
or cracked hull
sends you sinking

until the only way you drift
is downward
towards drowning.

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.