ANGELS ON EARTH Dressed in white with a caring face Is that an angel with an angelic face? Who is the person walking with majestic steps? Is he the head of this place called paradise? Does he have magic in his hand? How does he…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Prompt Hour 7
ABILITY I thought I could become a Mathematician Till I came across Differentiability I thought I could become a Chemist Till I came across Malleability I thought I could become a cook Till I came across palatability I thought I could be a gymnast…
Hour 18: Hello Anxiety, My Old Friend
You creep up on me on the strangest of times. A casual remark in a random conversation. A busy day at work. A traffic jam on the highway. And sometimes, you’re the first thing I feel when I wake up. You started when I was…
Unstable
Hour 17 Strip me of emotion So I can do what must be done Erase this internal commotion By tomorrow I’ll have won Kill my desires Leave only duty and logic Put out the fires Then there’d be no need for magic Clear…
Hour 6: Reality?
I was hurtling headlong into a bottomless bit Chased by dark, form-shifting shadows A rumbling shriek of endless agony emanates from the deepest craters of my inner being I come to a bone-rattling stop My hoodie has snarled on a dying branch Headless wonders floating…
Hour 2 : Recipe for your future self
….and then she found an old traditional recipe by her foremothers, forwarding it to her future self… Ingredients 1 cup of inner anguish, neatly chopped. A selection of treasured recollections from happier times. There are several pinches of silent ideas that want to…
2023 Hour 18: Stack them up
I’ve never understood … How there are people who believe there are tiers of people, with their own kind at the top. What qualities can they possibly see in themselves that jump out and shout their inherent worth? Where lies the beauty? The intrinsic value?…
Hour 1 : Warfare
Warfare: After Diana Khoi Nguyen Amidst the deafening noise of war, there’s a faint sound, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face you once cherished. When you witness countless soldiers who can’t speak anymore, there’s a melody in the midst of utter…
HR-5 My Busy Girl
Such a busy little girl Give you paper to draw I continue writing Here you go questions, questions, questions Take the paper here No, take the paper there Trade me pencils Grab my eraser Can you have popcorn Yes I’ll share Take my popcorn over…
A frustrating life of an adult
The juicer whirrs as I hum. Nothing in particular sits in my head. I throw another chunk of beet into the blender. Confirming from the recipe book, I add some cinnamon The juice whirrs up to the top, red foamy juice splashes on my pink…