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.

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…