Writers Coffee maker drips as eyelids flutter Who knew insomnia comes along with the writer The cigarettes ash their way through the typewriter While whiskey and wine arrive to the clutter Thoughts, words and everything in between Find blood and lust branding the unseen…
Category: Marathon Poem
Everything
The noise became everything every blip of data blinding with devastating meaning the voice of God or maybe love at the very least truths They don’t want you to know Even better, there was a community on the case but he never spoke much words…
Hour 13 – Retirement
Retired Teacher There once was a woman in J.T. who gets to hike & sip iced tea. She made her mark retired with a spark, now she’s a school absentee. Prompt 13
Hour 2 Also Late
Well strong start in catching up so far! Hour 2 If every poem is a love poem Then let this one be for me Let this poem know every imperfection Know every dip of my body Know each crack in my soul Know…
Writing Lies
Lies are hated Lies are said by many Yet, lies help one stay sated Once they open the pages of plenty It sounds odd For what pages could be happy lies? A writer, unless killing a favorite, can’t be a liar flawed But we make…
Business (prompt 13)
we fight for control the illusion of winning fades with each dollar
Hour 12 – Backward to Forward
Born a perfect soul with knowledge and vision from out of the closet comes the monsters of generational rage, institutional derision, mandatory conformity and societal musts The first decades spent conforming to laws derived by marketers, politicians, and others selling, controlling, and reforming deep inside…
Venture (Hour 8)
Venture into my pain if you care Venture into my pain if you dare. see what others see and feel as we feel speak our words and feel them Rumble from your breath, face the dark colors of humanity, see the results accomplished by…
Celebrating the colors of Memphis
901 day. Authentic street tacos paired with Dark gray clouds hovering flat across the burning sky. There’s something special about that deep blue against the orange. Green light to the right, red ahead, yellow headlights twinkle the streets of Memphis. A moment like this, painting…
Protected: What Am I? – H13
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