Existence momentum of a being

  Endless thoughts lingering in the hole of center Universe speaking in the tightness of time Lingering in the front and center Of things surprisingly sometime   Wishful thoughts emanating to an existence Writing the innermost thoughts in the face value Indeed working in the…

Hour 6- Verses that bind

Thoughts crisis-crossing my brain jumping in and out like a happy or gloomy dolphin I know not what as they don’t wait long for me to judge. So let me start I was happy to realize my biggest weakness yes it’s the lack of willingness…

Ivy Tendrils

Swaying lightly in the breeze, hang her tendrils. Ivy, green, they reach all the way to the dusty, forest floor.   Her mighty oak branches, dressed in mosses and ferns are beautiful, no doubt, but it’s her verdant hair that enamors me more.        

Hour 2

“And with these words I will create an immortal spine.”   I abandoned all hope for the prompts. I am just not in it today. Guess I will stick to my #instapoetry style and start cranking them out.

The Fox

There are two souls that reside in my heart. One is the good, the man with a love for everyone. It’s the hero, the one who believes that good triumphs. The one who’d go to the ends of the earth for a happy ending. The…

I Tried?

Envy is green Sadness is blue I really don’t know how to rhyme Just get a clue!

Umwanted update

I did not ask For update now In midst writing Stupid cow An hour’s past and here I sit I requested days to better fit But you have now Hijacked my form A poem behind I am forlorn

Trauma

Already the pressure is felt, seeping into the corners, the crevices of my mind. I cannot speak, or act or write. Thinking becomes short pressed between breaths unchained thoughts without anchor and purpose. Bleary, unfocused sight calm, yet angry movements stalk my memories, allowing decisions…

Rose

Rose that cover my heart. With the softness of a petal. No matter how soft the rose petal is. Will never uncover the heart.   That can’t be mended by the. Petal of a rose

forty acres

forty acres   “Forty acres” – he said it like it was a million, million dollars…or stars.  Finally, my father owned a plot or two of land like his father and his father and his father did so far back, no one knows how to…