Took a quick nap but I’m back at a few more prompts.   Dord: A Ghost Word I once heard a word It snuck into my brain  In and out like the tide I looked for it  It haunted my thoughts In the back of…

Prompt 20 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 8)  I look outside and I see pitch black But inside, my office is on a metaphorical fire Keys clicking, screen shining bright Not just mine, but his too “Side!” I say We peer over our monitors Eye contact…

Venus has seen us, she’s winking away She’s watching and smiling, she’s going to stay Until the night’s climaxed and slipped into day And left all the bedsheets in stained disarray Venus has seen us, she’s nodding along She’s bright as the sun and she…

 Couch commander   I know You like to be in charge You know how things should be done You are free with  your thoughts Your also like to have a comfortable spot to share your thoughts with others You are the couch commander   I…

Rise and fall- the rhythm of life I hear her mellow breath By my side. The room is dark Not quite black For in my palm An enchanted rock Glows blue white Fighting against the darkness Encroaching, shrouding My weary face Saggy eyes Ruffled, tousled…

A youth was shot dead by a policeman in cold blood Other youths raged! Demanding for justice! The street stood still for its fallen hero Tears flowed freely Sadly Followed by a candlelit procession led by over a thousand youths  

feels like I’m stuck but not many to go the twelve seemed easier than the twenty-four pressure, under pressure the process of thought to paper is hard I love to write this is exasperating at times pressure, under pressure it’s a good learning experience and…

Prompt 19 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 7) I stare up at the night sky, dotted with stars And I am no longer in my body I float upward till I see what they are Balls of fire, orange and gaudy I see Earth in all…

Prompt 18 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 6) Eighteen months later, I was back I walked through the deceptively thick forest A smile on my face for what was to come As we emerged onto the stunning blue coast I turned to him And his face…

Hour 19 : Poem on Loss   These lies we tell about who we are dilute our reality make our living subpar   lesser versions of who we are meant to be neither caged nor are we free   No accomplishments can fill the spaces…