, HOUR NINETEEN POEM # 19 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON BEGIN AND END Life begins on a high, Death ends on a sigh. Birth to dust, short not long, Sing a sad or happy song. Days like vapor, years go fast, Hopefully my legacy will…

Your heart feels like a turbine Turning under winds from all directions Your heart is under storms Stay well centred and all will be fine   Don’t try ever to go through any storm On your own   Let them carry you to your new…

Stanza 1 girls smiling wind through their dresses a few rising waves a bit of dust before the thunderstorm taste of icecream # Stanza 2 smell of icecream sight of smiling sound of thunderstorm watching dresses collecting dust in front of the waves # Stanza…

I am either experiencing multi system organ failure or I am just feeling the raw physical effects of not sleeping either way, don’t expect anything magical to come from me if you want magic, go watch Harry Potter He will wave his wand for you…

Magic of the night. Soft tender kisses. Touch my lips. The world just melts away. When I am in his love.

poppies closed up tight keep your secrets close tonight release them at dawn

Thank God it wasn’t a child: Seems to be able to be applied To almost everything To lessen The impact Of doom: ‘The votes are in, we have a new Prime Minister!’ ‘Thank God it wasn’t a child!’ the public cried For all the difference it…

Tomorrow ‘She turned to say it once again: Tomorrow’ It was the only promise they had but let me be thorough: It was a promise in a world where tomorrow tomorrow was a lie For a love struggling to die In a world of crumpled…

oh, how you terrify me! (do you have any idea how much of my heart you could waltz through if you only paused briefly to listen to my music?)

“Of its ancient glories nothing remains excepting a few battered facades, the tattered remains or signs, and the plaster nymphs and satyrs in the entrance lobby of the old Hippodrome, now befouled by dirt and penciled obscenities.”[1]– The Barbary Coast; Having survived fire, flood and…