You called me fat You called me ugly You called me freak You called me stupid You made fun of me You made me hate myself You made the decision You were the one that put me in this bed.
Category: Marathon Poem
sometimes a mother’s love isn’t medicine
I have two daughters but one child she has no siblings but there are two of her the one that held my hand and laughed at my smile and asked me questions, sitting on the kitchen floor viewing me as a skyscraper and the one…
Song of the deceased
The worst is oblivion. Pain can be delightful; It is sensuous to me now- sexy. I yearn for sharpness, stinging, aching, burning, crushing… Heartache! Now there’s a thing to be desired- Prized above all; It is the best of pains For it makes one feel…
Take What You Give
Hour 19 – 12:00 AM Find yourself through the bullshit That’s the point of coming up uncrowned and making a fortune Bestow to young one’s, knowledge and gold For they hold the secrets to the futures mold We’ve got to give it all that…
(xvii)
In a surreal tapestry of gossamer silk and sunbeams, I have etched the beautiful contours of your face. The somnolent eyes, drooping as if a lotus-eater had sprayed the Sandman’s opiate into them, the juxtaposed limbs heavy-wrought and listless ….you are a dream, you are…
masterpiece
3 pair of hands and arms and legs touching- 3 hearts pounding while 6 eyes watched- anticipating 2 lips or 4 hands but no words were spoken; 2 breasts heaved when 6 lips sighed- and 4 hands felt moist with lustful desires- 3 bodies undulated…
The Great Deity
In order to make room He lifted the little girl Up into his arms Above her, His face hovered The very aspect of The great Deity Her mother taught her That the rains that fall Nourish the earth And that even buttercups Should not be…
Lost and found
Lose yourself in the magic that YOU are. We all walk the same road, uniquely, and made it thus far. Without variety, we would be of no use. Grab a mirror, sit down, to yourself, re-introduce. 24 hours of sanity, or lack there of. Finding yourself drunk off…
How to Fly:
Compound eyes and sticky legs, You buzz around their head, You see it coming from afar, One swat and now you’re dead.
Anzac Day Man
Anzac Day Man Where did you go? Was it an apparition from the Divine? A lost love A divine lesson learnt Complete abandon At the loss from my life When you boarded that plane To serve our country A man of conviction, of…