The Poetry Marathon

its been a hell of a week, driving around in fear while pumping doubt in the fuel tank.

everything is changing.

the locks of the world has finally opened back up but with the key around crooked stoplights that could change their mind at any given green light.

new streets have been paved under old tires, car rides are lonely when all your friends are flying in planes, going to their destinations over the sunny rays as the traffic ahead keeps you occupied.

where are you going? make a left at Single and single ave., construction on relationship street so make a u turn to heartbreak boulevard so you can get back on the freeway.

despite the new road you’re still driving on the same route.

this year has been a big reboot for everyone, truly grateful to have something similar come back to the world wide web.

can’t wait to challenge the mind and the heart!

Well, second time doing the 12 hour marathon. truly excited this time around and even though i have a full time job, i’m making this shit work. my poems were a little childish last round, i plan to be more..

*sips apple juice*

‘Mature’.

can’t wait to see others people’s work and having a ball sharing a forgotten art to the world wide web, good luck to all out there!

wow, we’re done,

man, that was fun.

12 hours of time well spent,

some good poems, some mere dents.

good luck for the rest of the twelve hours, please prevent tire.

keep calm and forever be a badass writer.

am i done?

no not yet.

1 more hour…

yay?

ah.

the party is almost over.

oh.

everyone is leaving. in 2s and 3s.

hmm.

I guess I’ll go too.

let me grab my hand and I can go home “together”.

keep it up,
keep it up,
keep it up.
don’t quit yet,
goddamnit!
keep going.
don’t stop!
you hear me brain?
…
…
…”oh shut up.”

running

out

of

steam

and

creativy.

I’m

like

the

sun,

desending

onto

my

bed,

ready

to

dream

within

the

stars.

I’m a girl who loves boys,
tall,dark and intelligently handsome.
But my heart isn’t a toy,
I’ll beat your face in and then some.
I’m single, young and secretly waiting for cupid.
But come in with that bullshit, I’m gonna slay you cause:
I’m.not.STUPID.
I don’t NEED a man, don’t get it twisted.
but if you’re on the right track, then hey, I’m interested. (I think.)

Brew and pour (don’t forget the creamer.)
Sip.
Cough. (too hot)
Sip,
Slurp. (just right)
Cough.
Laugh, chuckle.
YOUTUBE. you boob.
Sip
Sip, spit.
Write,
Type,
….STARE….
Write, you boob.
Sip…(it’s cold)
Toss. scribble.
Pause. bathroom break.
Sit,
Wipe,
Wash.
back on the grind…
….
..nah.
break time. (bring out the pizza)