The Poetry Marathon

Yellow leaves on grey background

And a splash of bright red

Is it blood or

just ink

Or a visual from                           an artist’s head?

How can we know what is real ¿

For all our brilliance,

             maybe even we aren’t

Everything can be an illusion

Or as concrete as the creator

                                                meant.

Time Management is easy!
Here are a few tips to help you along—

# Always take on more than you can handle, because opportunities are rare and every opportunity is a chance to learn, to be better.

# When asked if you could do it, say YES. Saying no would show how weak you are. You are not weak, you are a go getter!

# When your plate is overflowing and schedule is clashing, try to do everything at once. Multitasking is a sign of strong, independent adult.

# When nothing works out and you are buried under a pile of documents while your hand reaches from under it to the blank document on your laptop, that’s when you know you made it!

# Now give up and cry! (Did you think there was some other way this would end? Don’t be ridiculous! You are an adult, not super human.)

          time management

                            always 

              yes 

                    multitasking

         buried

                          cry. 

I was there during the diagnosis
I was the one to take you to the hospital
Multiple times, back and forth
I was there when you fell down
I was the one to pick you up
I saw you struggle and win
I saw you hopefully looking towards the future
Toxic positivity
I then saw you despair
Disillusioned with the world
Shut in your own little one
I saw you slipping
Day by day
I saw you give up on everything
And I was there when you finally
Decided to let go
And no matter where you are, just know
I will be here to welcome you home.

When you spend time outside
You realize you are a hypocrite
You say one thing
Believe in other
You say something to one
Something else to another
Your actions do not match your words
Nor your words match your thoughts
Man, what a bigot!

Piano on the pavement
I don’t know how to play
But I can dance and prance around
On the painted lines on the ground
Create a symphony just for myself

With the only concern being…
A potential traffic accident?

When can we get out of here?
When can we breathe?
When can we be not afraid?
When can we be free?

No answers, just a box of darkness—
Meant to be safe, now its what holds you back.

Try, try to get out
knock knock knock

bang bang bang

Try, try to get out
Knock or bang on the door

When would someone hear us?
When can we finally breathe?

please let me be free

A path through the forest,
Into the green wilderness…
Where does it lead?
Where does it go?
Why does it glow?
To lure the travellers along
Or to simply show off?
Are the faes behind it?
Or is it some other folklore?

You’ll never know…

What is Love?

What is love if not a poem?
Wtitten, spoken, expressed, hidden
What is love if not a story?
Told, heard, repeated, forgotten
What is love if not a song?
Hummed, sung, played, faded
What is love if not a picture?
Drawn, admired, appreciated, torn
What is love if not your presence?
There, needed, neglected, gone
What is love if not regret?
Felt, kept, revisited, locked
What is love if not you and I?
There, together, staying, forever.

Monsters’ Ball

Welcome to the Monsters’ ball
Here you can meet them all
Vampires, zombies and the Mummy
Frankenstein’s monster and even Sully!

But cautious you must remain
For here you might also see them
The most terrifying of all creatures
Yes, a Human! With all its features

Thrill seeking species, impossible to kill
They survive disasters solely on their will
Persistence and perseverance is their key
If you see them, maintain distance and let them be

Bones that will bend and mend all on their own
They can live anywhere and call it home.
Anything and everything humans will consume
Even the harmless looking ones.. Yes, best not assume.

Oh well, enough with all these tales of horror
Do not worry and just enjoy this myrrh
But really if you see a human, avoid any eye contact
They have always been the true monsters and that is a fact.

Splashes of yellow on black
Frail wings fluttering away
Don’t try to catch it though
It will vanish and reappear somewhere out of reach
Somewhere out of fate’s sway.