NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 15 + April PAD Challenge 2020 Day 15 + Words for Wednesday: Blue Dream

Image by Sandra Myles from Pixabay

I am your blue dream nightmare sunless sky

drawn from the depths of forgotten traumas

a thousand brisk switches leaving bloody trails

the gold within my heart not worth the trouble

aggressive word witch with a way to walk that says

stop where you are, stay the fuck away

I am not your delightful, delicate princess

not your pretty pop tart teen queen dream

hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I

am scorn personified

I'll tear out your throat with pointed teeth

I'll rip out your heart with my bare hands

I am ground glass in your hipster latte

I am claws scraping over metal in a dark alley

I am a decaying, dirty city, ugly and gritty

I spit your name black from my mouth

I despise and disdain everything you stand for

and contrary to what you have told yourself

I wouldn't want to be like you

shallow and flighty, fading to nothing when exposed to light

blowing on the whims of any breeze that happens by

you are nothing and nobody, a Barbie doll princess

but looks fade and boys cheat and if your worth is tied up

in whether or not some creep thinks your tits are fine

and your ass is hot

then you will live your life chasing impossible perfection

botox and liposuction and spending each waking hour

obsessing on whether your ass is too fat

I am the nightmare you so fear becoming

old and fat and unwanted and pissed off as hell

I'm waiting for you around the next corner

so if you don't want to waste your life fearing becoming

what we all one way or another eventually do

concentrate on what's inside, on your soul, not your looks

on your skills and your truth and the strength of your self

youth is here today, gone tomorrow like a popular song

but the blues lives forever

real, gritty, unpretty

tarnished, unvarnished

sometimes mean as hell

taking shit from nobody

surviving with the middle finger flying high

to stupid conventions

and soulless fucks

who want to steal your thunder

'cause they've got none of their own

the blues can be your best friend

but the blues can fuck you up 

the blues don't bow down to nobody

the blues don't get played for a fool

so be your own dream

not what someone else tells you

don't be a bubblegum pop tart illusion

be true to yourself

be the blues

Sincerely,

The Ornery Fucking Old Lady

Not apologizing to anybody

NaPoWriMo: Write a poem about your favorite kind of music.

Blues is the backbone of rock of any genre. The blues is real, bare-bones, angry, no-bullshit music with a story. The blues doesn't ask you to be pretty or happy. The blues is real. 

April PAD Challenge: Write a dream poem. I'm pretty much everyone's worst nightmare.

Poem Genre: Slam poetry

Word List

Sunless,

Drawn,

Forgotten,

Brisk,

Thousand,

Gold, 

And/or

Delicate,

Walk,

Aggressive,

Word,

Witch,

Stop,