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Category: Marathon Poem
Mist of Darkness
The darkness that capture my body was in the mist. Of darkness. That surrounded my soul with know words my soul could. Say. Their was know words that could capture what my. Body was going through. The tear’s that was coming down my face…
before darkness 2
These fantasies of power. Disturbing. Fear of the dark, Fear of the big kids who can puy you in a locker r a garbage can . As a big grown man it always wrenches me to learn the sense of physical danger that women live…
Poem 3
My mornings and nights Mornings are beautiful. Some feels it, some not. But all says the same.. Nights are wonderful. Some wait for that wonder to happen, some not. But all says the same.. We made it and mould it the way we want to…..
The Day I Left
Abandoned hall narrowing away, frames of light and shadow / light and shadow, banding into distance– Standing in the telescope’s mouth to empty my box, receiving the chicken-scratched commentary for the last time.
Before Darkness
There was a Light in the Garden.. Holy and pure. Sweet melodies rang out soft and sure. Eden: a treasure, a blessing, a gift. an endless bounty… until the Rift. How long o’er it’s paths did they tread? How many whispered wisdoms were shed? Then,…
Switch
Before darkness comes the foreboding crackle momentary disorientation giving way to cursed luck fate, ill-timed fortune there exists briefly a vacuum knowing neither light nor absence of illumination there is no good that comes from channeling dormant, evolutionary bat instincts only stubbed emotional toes, bruised…
When Darkness Falls
I love you forever I like you for always As long as I am living my baby you will be my favorite book to read to my daughter knowing that one day my love won’t be the love she yearns for It will be…
Muse #3: The Goats
Muse #3: The Goats Frannie Z Anak Kambing (Malaysia) “Anak kambing” (child of the goat): tiny white goat spun around the kampong. Until she stopped, lifted her head to my hand and ranged between my legs scouting new smells. Karachi: Testing and…
Before Darkness – Prompt Three
Before darkness falls Little fairies cast a spell Of fantasy dreams