the labyrinth had been painted on the concrete in the park, wide enough for a wheelchair a crack emerged in the concrete in the very center of the labyrinth and a dandelion emerged in the crack whispering life and yellow belong here the boy child…
Category: Marathon Poem
Inside Out
Paint blobs Toothpaste gobs Eye goop crane’s whoop Lava drains Tears stream Heart aches Love breaks Passion burns Souls yearn Certain doubt Everything comes from inside out
Hour 7 – Prompt 7 – Was it the sound of drums?
Was it the sound of drums that tuned my heartbeat to the music of the song? Was it the sound of drums that caused my feet to move and follow the magic of flow? Was it the sound of drums that drowned the grief that…
Red Dragon girl’s death
she breathed fires, when she’s confronted And her voracious devil mouth, Is fuming with venom. Don’t get close to her or you’ll end up redburnt and blistered skin. Nothing can stop her, she’s all knowing and always end up the winner. In every arguments she’s…
The Future
Evolve And change What awaits You cannot know Until
7.
WHAT IF OUR WORDS ARE ONLY Images & Emotions mELtiNG tHe iNSiDeS of our hearts, until we are empty like the body of a guitar that only SINGSSHOUTSSHREDSSLIDESSPEAKS when…
7. Inside out
She turned her life inside out How you might ask She went in to her cobweb filled brain She swept thoroughly and left it clean A new slate one might say She bought the most expensive portion To stick the broken bits of her heart…
Hour 7
Already on the 7th poem!! I can’t believe I have already made it this far!! I could probably do slightly longer poems but I am happy with what I am writing. Missing You I hear your voice and I look up My eyes follow you…
7 – my maze –
My echoes called in on the way to yesterday I think the pretty little verses have gone and lost their way, if you find them hanging out, don’t let them stop and play, send them home immediately so l can rest today. -s.j.duncan- …
where silence lives
where silence lives The spaces in between thoughts – that’s where silence lives or wisdom or something I will never get to because my mind won’t stop filling with your eyes or the memory of your whispers in my hair. I try to…