Blood girl Dripping in your cup Rise petal dress Velvet crushed Cinnamon kissed On pillow splattered breath Deeper in I drew, Sweetly tasted breath Lilly valley note Lingers on the breeze I fins myself humble But not upon my knees Blood girl Spread your crooked…
Category: Marathon Poem
Picture of Hour 3
As the sun dawns She stirs, ready Awakened by creativity Love of word encourages Sparks of light Anxiously, reaching out Stretching, further and further Connecting with others There together Our light grows With our excitement Our hope No. You are not alone…
September Song
Summer nights are slowly fading, when the last day of summer is coming to an end. Heavy monsoon rain came pouring And on that stormy night, you passed away. How can I forget that gloomy September, when you left us in mourning. You even surprised…
#2
I will I will write I will write today I will write poems today I will not sleep I will not nap Cause all of life Can change in a snap
3.
Where the ocean ends. Where it chooses to end on the shore. On the beach. Where families sit. Contaminating the sand with oils and plastic, Synthetic chrome wrappers and aluminum. Yet, stoic, powerful, ominous and effervescent. A leviathan of forces unfathomed by those who sit…
Middle Ground – Hour Three
Not for you, the rows of ordered hedonism, Parasols and loungers angled to the sun Regimented in an army of summertime fun. Nor for you the danger of the depths Flailing about, out of control Failing some self-imposed macho test, Needing to be spotted and…
A house i built nowhere.
I constructed it near the mountains, It has opened me like sky with compassion towards the grounds. I let the windows unconverted on both sides, It taught me to be open for changes, I let bushes grow around it, It has pushed me to grow…
Crooked shack on a snowy plain near mountains
More of the same fields rise when driving past. Skim over the ancient junk piles, measures of time and waste from the rural professor, the ubiquitous poverty of ideas about how to clean this abandonment and romance. Romance is not actually happening here or anywhere….
The Android’s False Promise -Prompt 3
It started as a hobby It started as a game Everyone wanted a piece of glory, honor and fame They came from miles around Just to look around The arena was stained red, and bone pieces littered the ground. Rain Blood rain Blood battle Death…
Still Wondering
Closing my eyes after a tiring day Sleep is still far far away But sleepless dreams haunt me still An old memory of us up that hill Where we used to run around Holding hands and with books abound No one there just us and…