I’m staring at you. Not because I like you, But because you took my heart and I don’t know how to get it………..back.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
The Beat – Prompt Four
Butterflies flutter Bees sting Sit down chile While I do my thing Swaying to the music in my head Not reggae, salsa or hip hop Instead A beat so strong it will raise the roof Percussion, cymbals and melodic flutes Youi’ll think I was trained…
Haiku #5
I’d eat chocolate right now, just to fill myself with popularity.
Adulting Haiku (half-marathon #5)
I killed the noodles. Too much water. No flavor. I cannot adult…
It’s Time
a new hour a fresh opportunity don’t let fear take it away from you.
HOUR FOUR: SWAY
It was the spring of the final year When the tiredness in her limbs was unprecedented She could see all the warnings, and though she could hear Instructions were left unimplemented It was the spring of the final year When the best of the city…
words
Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.
A Woman Named Mercy
She lost her son She lost her mind She lost everything She lost everyone She roams in the rain She roams all around Then one early day she has been gone… gone Then her son came came looking for her In his hands is a…
A summer love
It was summer when our hearts met, We curved a heart of a promised love, as we sat beneath the shade of a century old maple tree. Our dreams were planned for the next level of our life together but, The autumn wind blew the…
Hour Four: (Shelter) Guys and Dogs
(Shelter) Guys and Dogs He wakes before the sun, dressing in the dark with quiet hands Shoes clutched to chest, he nimbly pads down between the rowed, smudge-faced boys; the babies, toddlers, skinned-kneed kids and finally, breathlessly, past the oldest boys he turns to…