Author’s Note: A poem that talks about my alias name, and no, it’s not supposed to fully rhyme. It’s freelance poetry. Enjoy! I am the girl who never sleeps, the girl who’s capable of haunting your dreams. Yet I am the girl who has one…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hold(en)
accusations of introspection plague him feeling he lacks discipline he performs a search within searches the eyes of his reflection trying to see what others see in him unable to hold his own gaze
Hour 6
Halfway Through this has to make do I’m already far behind enjoy this haiku.
Banjaran
HOUR SEVEN i. itchy feet- a banjaran footprints on the golden dust- sweet vanilla scent I prick cactus from my heart. ii. emerald lake- coarse pebbles kohl eyes on the lake bed unruffled water monotony I reflect on my life choices. iii. a…
The Baby Came
The baby came. But first he came, and before that they loved and before that they came together married; but first they fell in love and lastly, they met.
Inside Out
Fear Is a funny Creature. It cowers inside Jockeying for position With your heart (racing) And lungs (gasping) And sometimes — oh — With a rude jolt To the bladder. It takes up space Preferably occupied By your hopes (don’t bother) And dreams (don’t dare)…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Seven: War (and hide)
I am not so different I do want the same thing as everyone else— but on different terms That may be good enough or it may not so I hide I am not so different all of us are taught to hide I happen to…
Hour 7 – Inside Out
An angel descended from heaven A bud and blossom to heaven In heart, a corner never shown Honey, by you I have known So precious, and priceless pearl May you remain in happy whirl You are the harbinger of my proud May worries wipe from…
7. Beneath My Skin
Deep within, beneath my skin my heart, my pulse, unite. I see my bones, my muscle tones my blood in liquid night. The boundaries between my heart, and where my brain would go I melt like ice, in heat despite reluctance to let go….
#7 Small
I inhabit the small My small apartment, a little box that is my refuge From any and all monsters outside But not so small; I still check the closets when I come in To make sure no one is hiding. My small stature, I am…