The Poetry Marathon

Associating traits with an idea

seeing from your mind

instead of your eyes

you think love makes the ice colder

when there are no promises

you volunteer your heart

and become an employee

to a secret invisible boundary

this connection is supposed to fill

feeling up heart pockets demonstrating warmth

yet it can also ignore

harmoniously demanding evilness to prevail

when love doesn’t show scantily dressed

and willing

A voice so feeble

Mine resisted closeness

My father’s shifts

and deflects

blaming absences on flat mountains

and green grass

I could smell his words, toxic to my taste buds

acidic to my soul

fumbling excuses blown around like dandelion petals

I could hear his eyes search for more of them

proving to me

you didn’t need mountains to build a mountain town

Wherever he lived he

invited in strangers to love

and beat those who longed to sit at his table

suggesting the grass on our lawn was only yellow

We emerge in silence

Continuing to grow as we trail on foot

over dug graves by others

who say they loved us

this new version of life after death

has me pray over the bones of my ancestors

who guide me in darkness

to light.

In the middle of nowhere

I find settled ancestors

clinging to scraped images

of all the places we as in all my selves have lived.

The past draped about us like a cloak

A chocolatey center of a bad idea

wrapped in coating increasing the risk of suicide

drawn relationships stuck on who you are

outlining who you are now

casting shadows over what they think they know about where you have been

binding you to silent tears hidden in ducts

Alone you can’t stop crying untriggered

Sleep,

how I long for it

I’ve fallen prisoner to writing poems these last 3 hours

dosing off repeatedly

not sure what I posted

these last 3

Around here

I survive off of very little affection

Judgement begins in the eyes

It brings with it the possibility of being nothing

I choose to process life alone

with less intrusion

from the outside

I desire to be personified in love

without sacrificing my sensitivity

to break

The sunrise casts light

over dark shadows

it motivates movement

just by lighting up the sky

Shield me

keep me

covered with protection

I have grown weary

of rain

its a sight to see

posts with relationship status

I’s married now

I’m desired.

I’m taken.

Nowaday, the men are the prize

and the women pay

Life is always what you imagine it to be

holding no more space

than what you dream

or the lack of

You are truly alone in this

even with the assistance

of relationships