The Poetry Marathon

So it seems I forgot again.

I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Molly

I’ll be doing the full marathon

I’m 20 years old

It’s that time again

Black Friday

The sun has set.

Some haven’t seen a bed in six days

Because they’re waiting for bargain

Everyone is out there

Wating, keeping track

Soon it will be dawn

And they willl conquer

Malls, castles, stores and halls

Meanwhile

In my bed I lie asleep

Feeling like I counted too many sheep

I can’t believe I did it

I can’t believe I did it

Months later and it’s

Still amazing

My first Marathon

Fills my mind with

Appreciation

For sleep and for food

For friends and for good

Even though some of the day

Had ruined my mood

Everyone else was asleep that day

Like I am now, safe.

Footseps imbedded again and again

Contrarily my walls are smooth like then

When the walls screamed and the owners

Had fun.

Through the centuries we’ve changed

Quite a bit is different now.

But one thing’s just the same you know

The Hall.

A new entry today

A man or a beast?

Do you think you know?

Before he can do anything

Before the walls and change

We realize too late,

Our hallway is insane.

The night is for sleeping

Or so I was told

But my parents are still up

And so is my mind

Everything warps past me,

Everyone dreams by

Because the night is

Still for sleeping,

But truly it doesn’t matter why.

Dear Santa Claus,

You selfish and outrageous capitalist.

You prey on hopes and dreams like

A leopard preys on the children whose

Dreams and hopes you’re built upon.

You fascist pig of a concept, deliverer

Of jealousy and anguish every year.

Every year someone gets killed and

Every year it’s because of your values

You teach children to be selfish

To be poor is a crime and to be

Rich is the only right way in your

Eyes which glow only due to your

Lies! Lies by which people lead

Their own insignificant lives! Who

Cares if they don’t have enough to

Eat, who cares if they are made of

Sins? Either way, the Santa Claus

Wins. You get more if you’re rich

Than if you are poor, rewarded for

No one’s actions save the slaves

In sweatshops and factories

While mom and dad sip

Glasses of black sherrys.

It’s your existence that

Perpetuates fear in a land

That is called ‘free’ or

Fright in a child no older

than three! And you have

Absolutely no shame do you?

Well I’m through with you

Sincerely,

The poor kid

It was finally time.

Mister Fox led the way followed by Read the bear

Fionna the child in Red kept pace.

While other creatures crept, or snuck or slept

These three strode with confidence

Through the ruined city

Graffiti fills the walls and (in some cases)

Keeps the structures in place

While plants tear others down (decomposing)

Advertisements in a forgotten tongue

Stroll past the trio as their war has begun

Excuse me, she mutters as the loser picked her pocket

Thank you, she thinks when it is proven missing

Excuse me, she screams as the bowl falls down the steps

Thank you, her fist slams through the door in rage

Excuse me, he queries, afraid suddenly

How are you, the walls look nervous

Did you have a good day, they’re trembling.

Then she reaches up and they collapse

Her fury destroys the world.

A cat on a pedestal,

Paws tucked under smokey sholders.

Her eyes are closed in serenity, her body completely relaxed

Yet beneath her calm exterior lies a predator poised and ready to strike.

At a moments notice she leaps into action,

Springing down to earth to catch her prey.

A leaf penetrated by claws deep, and

It’s over, the cat is once again asleep.

Words shocked me

Thoughtless blades thrown needlessly

Suddenly I’m torn assunder

I begin to wonder

Did you mean a word of kindness?

All I asked was how are you?

Where’s my music, I need it now.

The world is in bad shape, I don’t know how

We’re gonna fix it. I don’t want to worry

But without that music I can’t tell my story.

It fills my soul, makes me feel full

Even though I haven’t eaten for days

Where’s my music, I need it now.