The Poetry Marathon

The color gray

piled dishes

dirty laundry

clutter

safety in belongings

it all remind me

of what I struggle with

my brain

over-sympathizes with things

and discards people

things can’t attack you

make you feel less than

or hurt you

or so you thought

until it does

and that’s all you have

In this world

its all about what you can do with your brain

and with your hands

that others can see and experience

What can you do for me?

We desire to be consumed with gratification instantly

we function with our brains on overload

robotically clipped to cellphones, tablets, laptops and remote controls

Our brains have more space than planets

our fingertips search google by default

the no in technology was a precursor

there to remind us to stop before we started.

I love you forever

I like you for always

As long as I am living

my baby you will be

my favorite book to read to my daughter

knowing that one day my love won’t be the love she yearns for

It will be the love she searches for, outside

looking underneath the bed

in dresser drawers

old trunks

kitchen cabinets

everywhere else but within

until she meets the one who will engage her

like the dark knight

stealing her precious belongings

burying them in the backyard

as his own trophy

while she searches

under the bed

in dresser drawers

old trunks

and kitchen cabinets

looking for those parts of herself that she lost

while searching for the love she thought she needed

until she realized all that she needed

was already within herself

before the darkness

Two very separate lives

conjoined

I felt that I was in a dream

and you always in the backdrop

watching me

as always with your eyes to my back

I was never as focused as you

my ears wandered often

never truly listening

plagued with the thoughts of my own mind

You were so full of stories

but chose to polish your nails under the sunlight instead

Suffocation

living with minimal purpose

days guided by routines

spilled coffee, wrinkled clothes, misplaced keys

purposeless, stagnant, a frozen existence

numb with struggles that resist quietly within

telling you to let go of what you have become

all that you have allowed yourself to know about you

that lack of information

because you know you more than anyone else, right?

The end

severs the ties that bind you to comfort

it allows you to accept the unknown

to accept the struggles

that will soon come because in this present place

you are not growing and that is more painful than scathing your knees

In the end

you don’t have to practice

you have to just BE

Suffocation

living with minimal purpose

days guided by routines

spilled coffee, wrinkled clothes, misplaced keys

purposeless, stagnant, a frozen existence

numb with struggles that resist quietly within

telling you to let go of what you have become

all that you have allowed yourself to know about you

that lack of information

because you know you more than anyone else, right?

The end

severs the ties that bind you to comfort

it allows you to accept the unknown

to accept the struggles

that will soon come because in this present place

you are not growing and that is more painful than scathing your knees

In the end

you don’t have to practice

you have to just BE

Hi My name is Torri. This is my 2nd marathon and I’m pretty hype about it. I’m so hyped, I decided to do the 24 hour marathon this year instead of the 12 hour one. I recently moved from Saint Louis, Missouri to Tacoma, Washington and could use a bit of write-spiration. My sister Meka is also doing the poetry marathon again this year and I’m looking forward to reading her stuff along with yours! Our life has changed quite a bit this past month with the loss of our very special cousin and we could use a little motivation to get out of our sadness. I’m so happy that such a thing like the poetry marathon exists! I plan to stay pumped by drinking plenty of water and eating plenty of fruit during the marathon. I hope it works! I look forward to reading some of everyones beautiful poetry soon! ❤

Patterned stationery

pretty envelopes, stickers, ribbons,

scissors and double sided tape

was what I purchased

when I decided to write to my former self

the desperate girl that chased nothingness

in search of love

it all needed to go away

and it wasn’t easy

its never too late to let go

sometimes it felt like it

Cupid’s arrow lied again

in the midst of chaos

she grew feeling unwanted

burden became her relationship

it changed who she was meant to be

climb into yourself

don’t fall back to your old ways

fall up fall down fall off

but don’t go back

a good loving relationship starts with you

so be who you are

She wrote until there was nothing more to say

reciting every positive quote

she opened up her envelope

and put all the papers inside

Conversations obviously don’t need a human response

if man’s best friend isn’t a man himself

An accessory

A life story

Unforgiven

Painted

Overlooked

and Underappreciated

One’s face is

Carried around like a makeup bag

Accented and accessorized

taken for granted

valued mostly when beauty is lost

and age comes in

it greets you somewhere

at sometime

and eventually

drapes down

Everything you once thought about it

doesn’t matter anymore

and at that time

your only wish

is to be seen.