A book bounded With lines Amongst More lines These lines Hold my truth The ink Which make My words come alive Paint Those things festering Deep in my mind This book Is something I could not leave without For it holds Truths that are yet…
Category: Marathon Poem
Blooming Nebulas
Just a drop of stardust Sends out a ripple in my stomach The love I feel for you Could be seen throughout the entire galaxy Splashed with colors and magical hues Like watching a nebula bloom You are a black hole I want to get…
Poem #17
I wish that it were easier to let go. Ignoring the traumas of the past, Letting the weights drop free of your shoulders, And wafting up into the clear night sky. I wish it was as easy as, writing the event down on a piece…
Photograph
He stands on a mountain, a mountain in Russia, in Russia where they found the cancer, the cancer that took away his ability to stand to stand on a mountain, ever again.
passion
mimicking life animating its action producing endless wonders exciting relevance in every session alluring life ‘s challenge endearment of a spirit resonating in writing ever passionately manifesting withstanding all trials that lies ahead standing firm in all these circumstances
Nine…
I’m pacing outside the door. I want to go in but I can’t. I know it’s unlocked. I know I’m invited. I choose to perch on the railing instead close my eyes, and imagine… Your skin must be so soft and when it…
Close my eyes
When I close my eyes. I can feel your warm breath . All over my soft body. Your warm soft kisses. On my lips . Your gentle hands caress me closer. Too your body where I can feel your. Breath on my soft skin.
Sleepy
Sleep calling out to me “For Sweet Dreams await This is as close as you get to Death’s gate Tears stream here and there showcasing the battle between Awake vs Sleep Yawning quickly follows Drifting off into the deep
Hour 16–Sestina?
Elicit my love a dairy or if prefer a child I’m in town to tarry tired of the wild prithee don’t be wary pray thee don’t be riled For should thou be so riled to linger at the dairy a wooly beast as wild may with you choose to tarry he is a she with child better…
Sixteenth poem
I love delicious tea with tags of hope and fun for me that help to cope on days I’m not free to just say nope. It was a nope when without tea I couldn’t cope and inside me was shrinking hope for I could be…