The Poetry Marathon

Typing on the computer I can feel them moving by themselves.

First, they say a word then a sentence than a few together.

I hope it comes out well my hands worked hard for this.

They are talented even with the critiques.

Keep going you are almost done.

Heart flutters.

Tightness controls.

Can’t think about anything but you.

Long time not eating although simple it is more complex.

I write things: typing and typing.

My mind is blank.

I try to get it to ring.

My stomach sank.

I am not sure what to bring.

I grab a pencil or pen.

Doodling and random words.

I like the look of them.

My words became alive.

I created something that was mine.

The Forget-me-nots have spoken to me to not forget the little things.

The Roses taught me that even a single word can show sincerity with love, hope, and joy.

The Poppy with the many shows the hardships which many have struggled with mentally and physically.

So many flowers show me so many things and taught in subtle ways.

Listen to flowers they have many lessons to give others.

Hip, Hop.

I jump and almost drop.

I wanna watch things that I have not in a long time.

Things like cartoons where the simple theme is overshadowed by something bigger.

I wanna do a bunch although my mind goes somewhere else.

Hip, Hop.

I jump and almost drop.

Music and Ideas create something no other would dream of doing.

They create something from the soft breathe to the loud thundering yelling.

Music has power even without words.

Storytelling and music have been together since the beginning.

It creates thoughts from dreams and nightmares.

Similar to the teddybear protecting a child from the monster in the dark.

It can also create sadness and dread which only sounds can describe and no words can.

Music has always had a relationship with ideals which are both positive and negative.

The beauty with it can not be described only felt.

I wanna go to a place where the wind slightly blows.

It is not too hot and not too cold.

You can see different views from the small to the big.

If I had to place it, it would have creatures like no other.

A creative fantasy; where the past, present, and future animals come together.

Where mermaids sing and unicorns prance.

The place would be perfect even without the fantastical.

The Fairy of the garden has forgotten where it belongs.

It has forgotten its friends, family, and even parts of itself.

You can see the Fairy flying around and smelling flowers.

Although everyone else sees it is scary and sad to forget so much.

But you can see a big genuine smile on the face of the gentle Fairy.

Little Fairy has no regrets on the forgotten since there is still a future to be discovered.

I put a firefly in a bottle.

The heat along the treeline was cooled.

A mask in my pocket ready to use.

It is a weird time in 2020.

Happy, Sad, Angry, and other complex things fill my mind.

I am not sure what to feel.

I am going through different waves.

From laughing to crying even though not in one go.

It is strange to feel these but stranger not to feel anything at all.

I am happy to have these mixed feelings through my life even though they are not always understood.